This is a shorter chapter wrapping up Karma's diary entry from the summer after 8th grade. Her diary entries will be back, though. Actually, her latest diary entry might be the next chapter, and it would take place after the wedding. I'm not sure yet, but I have lots of ideas. Keep reading guys, things are gonna start getting good.

Part One, Chapter 3

I stayed at Amy's that night, too drunk and tired to walk home. I awoke to her arm around my waist and a massive headache. As much as I would have liked to stay there forever, I desperately needed a glass of water, so I decided to get up. When I got back, I saw Amy sitting up, half-awake, holding her head in pain. I gave her my water, I figured she needed it more. "Drink this," I said, "I'm surprised you're awake. You had a lot to drink last night."

"God, I don't even remember how I got back here. Did you help me?"

"Of course I did. I wasn't just going to leave you there."

She flopped onto her side, rubbing her temples. "Thanks for being such a good friend Karma. So, what exactly happened last night? Anything interesting? I don't think I'll ever drink that much again."

I was disappointed that she didn't remember our kiss, but I wasn't about to let her off the hook that easily. "You're sure you don't remember anything? What happened when we got to the driveway?"

Her eyes darted back and forth and suddenly widened, like she had just come to some realization. "Uh, no Karma, sorry. I really don't remember."

I gave her a raised eyebrow, wondering why she was fidgeting so much. "Amy, I can tell when you're lying. And why would you lie about that? I mean, you kissed me. You remember that. I know you do."

"Look, Karma. I don't know what you're talking about. I was really drunk. I let the alcohol get the better of me, so if I kissed you, I'm really sorry."

"Amy, you don't have to be sorry."

"Yeah, I do Karma, that was ridiculous. I shouldn't be getting drunk and kissing you. I'm never drinking again."

Her words cut through me. Was I that bad of a kisser? Was she really that repulsed by me? That's when it hit me. I could never kiss her again. Every time I thought she might be into me, I was slapped by the cruel reality that she was straight as an arrow and we could never be together.

I couldn't go back to ignoring my feelings for her. I couldn't push them away anymore. I had finally admitted to myself that Amy was my everything, that I loved her more than life itself, and I couldn't go back to repressing my emotions. I needed to move on to someone else.

I spent the last few weeks of school avoiding Amy as much as possible, and for some reason, she didn't seem to care. She had been just as content to avoid me as well. I didn't understand why. She was probably freaked out that she got drunk and kissed me. She probably felt embarrassed and decided to give me some space. I was just glad to be able to have a chance to clear my head.

On the last Monday of the school year, all the 8th graders from the surrounding middle schools got bussed out to Hester for orientation and to shadow a freshman for the day. We were divided into groups of 30 to keep things under control. Thankfully, Amy wasn't in my group. Everyone in the group was given an opportunity to introduce themselves. That's when I saw him. The boy that had 7 different girls talking to him all at once. The cutest, most popular guy in the room, and probably at his school too. He was good looking, he had a nice face with soft features. I knew I could never have him. I knew he would never want me. But for some reason I'm not entirely sure of, I chose him to get over Amy. Liam Booker would be my focal point of obsession. Whenever I think of Amy, I will think of him. I will look at his instagram pictures every night before I go to bed. I will make myself want him. I will make myself fall in love with him.

So, here I am, a year after the Amy incident started, writing out my feelings in some hope to cement them in the past permanently. I feel hopeful that I'll be able to move on and fall for Liam Booker. Amy deserves a good friend that's not in love with her, someone who won't make things weird, and I'm determined to be that friend. I will always love her more than anyone else on earth, just not like that.