Reagan.

That's the girl's name. Amy found out the night of the underground party. She went through with the invitation and went up to the DJ booth to ask the older girl if she'd like to go on a date with her. But of course, Amy being her "no filter" self, practically yelled over the loud music: "I think we should go out."

Amy wanted to slap herself. Really smooth, Raudenfeld, she thought. For a second Amy considered turning around, climbing down the ladder and running out of the club. But in the next second Reagan was smiling at her and after a few minutes of talking she agreed on that date.

And that's how Amy got here. Six days after the underground party. Standing in front of the mirror in her room, checking her outfit for the last time. Reagan would be here soon to pick the younger girl up, and Amy was slowly starting to freak out. She took deep breaths. Inhaling through the nose, exhaling through the mouth. Cause that's how you're supposed to do it, right?

Amy's hands were shaking and cold sweat was forming on her forehead. She has never been this nervous before.

Okay, maybe she was that nervous when she and Karma were standing in front of the whole school at the homecoming assembly and Amy decided short hand that it would be a good idea to kiss Karma, to convince the whole student body that they were a couple. And maybe she was that nervous when she confessed her love to Karma and knew that she'd get rejected.

But since then? Nothing had made her that nervous. Not even the fear of her best friend finding out that she slept with said best friends (ex-)boyfriend.

Amy drove her hand through her hair. She decided to wear it open tonight. She wasn't a big fan of ponytails and she was sure that she looked better the way she wore it now.

Just when Amy was about to grab her purse and wait downstairs, her bedroom door was thrown open and the other blond daughter of the Raudenfeld-Cooper-Clan stormed in.

Lauren opened her mouth to say something, but when she looked Amy up and down, she closed her mouth and scrunched her face in disgust.

"You don't wanna go like this, right?", Lauren said.

Amy looked down at herself. Tight blue jeans and a tank top with cardigan. What's so wrong about that? Amy's never been on a date before. But she knew after only about 20 minutes of talking to Reagan, that she didn't need to dress fancy or spend a lot of money on a date to "woo" the DJ. So jeans and a top it is.

"Why?", Amy replied.

Lauren scoffed. "You're kidding right? You look just as boring as everyday in school. You can't go on a date like this." She folded her arms across her chest and arched an eyebrow.

"I don't see what's wrong with that. I don't need to wear a dress to impress Reagan.", Amy said, rolling her eyes at her stepsister.

Lauren sighed and Amy hoped that the other girl would just leave and go back to her room or whatever. But instead, Lauren started moving towards Amy's closet and opened it.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?", Amy said, getting annoyed. She didn't even like Karma going through her stuff, and if that wasn't okay, then Lauren Cooper was definitely not allowed to touch any of Amy's things.

"Calm down, Ellen. I'm saving you from total embarrassment. DJ girl is hot as fuck, and if she helps you getting over Karma, I'm totally in this. So I'm not gonna risk that she'll run away because your dress code is so damn boring."

Amy was kinda shocked by this statement. She knew that Lauren disliked Karma very, very much. But it almost seemed like she's doing this for Amy, not to get Karma out of the picture.

Amy watched Lauren looking through her clothes without saying anything, she even ignored Lauren's comment about her owning only clothes with food on it. So what? Amy liked her stash of doughnut tshirts and her pizza sweater. There's nothing wrong about it. She didn't complain about Lauren's pink obsession, so it was only fair if the other blond would shut up about it.

"This.", Lauren said and handed Amy a casual white blouse.

"That's just as boring as you would like to call my other clothes."

Lauren sighed annoyed and shoved the blouse into Amy's arms.

"At least you don't look like a homeless person with this. Put it on. I'll be right back."

With that Lauren practically ran out of the room and Amy was left flabbergasted. She just stood there, waiting for Lauren to return. When the blond re-entered the room she rolled her eyes at Amy.

"I told you to change. What is the problem? Are you deaf now?"

After another few seconds of Amy not doing anything, Lauren grabbed Amy's arm and started to pull her towards the bathroom.

"Go. Change. Now. I won't ogle your goodies. I don't swing that way."

After Lauren left the bathroom Amy finally surrendered and changed into the white blouse. When she stepped back into her room, her stepsister waited for her, sitting on the edge of Amy's bed. She stood back up and walked towards Amy, holding up a small item. It was a really beautiful simple silver necklace. Amy looked at Lauren surprised.

"I'm already wearing a necklace.", she said, but Lauren shook her head stubbornly.

"You won't wear your Karma-necklace on your first date.", she simply stated and without asking for permission, she stepped behind Amy, put the bff-necklace off, and the other one on.

"Lauren, I appreciate your help, but... I really think you're overreacting. Karma's my best friend. She always was and she always will be. Yes, she hurt me like hell, but that doesn't change the fact that she's my best friend. And I don't know what's gonna happen with Reagan. I officially met her not even a week ago. And if there is a chance of Reagan and me becoming a thing... I don't think it's a good idea to hide that part of me.", Amy said, sadness mirroring in her voice.

"Look, Amy. If you wear that necklace from Karma, Reagan is going to ask about it at some point. And do you really wanna talk about that whole Karma-Drama tonight? Don't you think it's better to save that part for another time? If you tell her about Karma tonight, she'll run. I don't wanna scare you, but it's a fact."

Amy opened her mouth to complain, but right in that moment the door bell rang. Lauren shot her one last look before exiting the room.

Okay. She could do this. Lauren was probably right. And of course she would tell Reagan about Karma. Eventually. I mean, what was one night, right?

Amy made her way out of the room, down the stairs. One thought running through her mind. Don't mention Karma. It couldn't be that hard. She would just ask Reagan lots of questions, or if the DJ asked about friends, she had tons to tell about Shane. It's not like she was lying. She had just this one easy thing to do. Just tonight.

Don't mention Karma.