Hi! I've lately been feeling super energetic to crank out these chapters and that's always a good sign. This chapter is going to be longer than the others, brace yourselves, hope you all like it! :-)

Karma had cleared out her entire closet before finally making up her mind on what to wear. She thought about wearing a dress, but to a house party? Maybe not the best idea. She thought about dressing down, in a simple v-neck t-shirt and some jeans, but then she remembered Amy would be there and although she might not see her, Karma was not willing to take the risk. So finally, after stressing herself out more than she should have, she settled with a cute blouse, some tight jeans, and shoes with a heel that gave her a bit of height. Her hair was loose, but nice. Her make up, nice. Her breath, minty fresh. She is ready to go.

At exactly 9:14, Liam pulls into his best friend's driveway before dialing her number. She answers quickly, which makes Liam feel good because she never answers his calls that quickly. Maybe she's thought about the kiss.

Karma answers his call after the second ring, and that's because she couldn't sit still any longer. She is ready to go. "Hey, are you outside?"

"Yeah, I'm here," he replies.

"I'll be down in like 2 seconds." She hangs up the phone, grabs her wristlet, says goodbye to her parents, and jets out the door and into Liam's car.

Liam watches as Karma sits on the passenger seat, adjusting herself, and putting on her seatbelt. His eyes dance around her body, and for the life of him, he can't seem to pull them away. She looks really nice.

Karma looks over to Liam once she's gotten adjusted. She quickly notices his brown eyes moving about, looking at everything but her face. She clears her throat, snapping him out of whatever fantasy he was in. "Ready?"

"Yeah, yeah," he turns on the engine, still taken back by Karma. He's seen Karma dressed nicer than this before, but it feels different right now. "You look really nice, Karma," he says finally, and with a smile.

"Thank you," she says, returning the smile. "Now let's go."

At exactly 9:31, Liam and Karma arrive at Shane's house. There's already a few cars on his street and in his driveway, but not many. It's still pretty early after all. The car ride wasn't as bad as Karma was picturing. She thought Liam was gonna get all weird on her and start talking about his feelings again and pushing everything. He's quite the pusher. But he didn't, it was like any other car ride they've had, prior to yesterday afternoon. The most uncomfortable thing, if you would even call it that, was that Liam took almost every chance he could to look at Karma, though his eyes wandered away from her face. Other than that, the drive wasn't completely dreadful.

They stand together and ring the doorbell, the music blaring past the front door.

"Hey!" Shane greets them, not really realizing that it's Karma standing next to him. "Come in, come in." And they do, and that's when he sees her. Karma? At a house party? With Liam? As her date? What? He tries not to make himself so obvious, but she really did take him by surprise. "Liam," he says looking at him, "And Karma," his brown eyes jump from the boy to her. "I didn't know you were bringing a date," he says, his eyes now turned toward Liam.

The other boy nods his head. "You know Karma, right?"

Liam didn't seem to catch the obvious look of surprise on Shane, but Karma did. She remains quiet.

"I do know Karma," Shane's brown eyes make their way back to her.

"And I know you," Karma says, finally breaking her own silence. She clasps her hands together. "Now that we all know each other, can we get this started? I really need a drink," she says that entire sentence in one breath. She needs this night to unwind, to rid herself of all the bad vibes before meeting Amy tomorrow.

Shane flexes a brow, "Eager." He takes one of Karma's hands into his, "Drinks are this way. Follow us, Booker." And Liam does. He would follow Karma anywhere.

At 9:43, Shane pulls out his phone and dials the only number he knows by heart (besides his mom's.) It rings, and it rings, and it rings, but no answer. He scrunches his face in displeasure at the sound of the Amy's voicemail operating system.

"Amy, call me when you get this." He goes to his text messages and sends a quick 'Call me asap! It's urgent! You're not gonna believe who's here rn!' He slips the phone back into his pocket and returns to his hosting duties.

Amy had felt her phone buzzing, she pulled it out to check who it was and once she saw her best friend's picture show up on the screen, she silenced her phone and slipped it back into her pocket. She did it with such ease, that the girl attacking her neck didn't even stop her trail of kisses.

Amy's day had been filled with Karma. She was all she thought about. Up until now, of course. Right now, she's thinking about the different places she's going to kiss this girl, and the different ways she's going to make her cum.

At 10:17, Karma has her 1st shot, only after finishing her 1st beer of the night. She can practically feel her internal Amy-demons being released as the tequila burns down her throat and settles into her stomach.

Liam watches her with his beer half empty in his hand, completely taken back by her behavior, but who is he to rain on her parade? He is actually enjoying himself, enjoying the fact that Karma is having so much fun with him.

"Hey," Karma puts down her shot glass and takes Liam's free hand, "Let's dance."

He, of course, doesn't protest and lets Karma take him to the center of the dance floor (Shane's living room,) letting her dance on him, soaking it all in. Liam has only seen this side of Karma once, and that resulted in a kiss shared between them. Yes it was sloppy and uncoordinated, but completely magical and worth it. To him, anyways. If Karma being drunk is what it takes for her to kiss him, for her to touch him, for her to notice him, then so fucking be it.

Shane watches Karma from afar. It's what Amy would want, it's what Amy would have requested had she answered her damn phone. He sees her dancing with Liam, and oh is he loving it; with his hand is dangerously close to her behind, the other in the air holding his beer bottle. Karma has a look on her face, Shane can't quite put his finger on what it reads, but it definitely looks like she's on a mission.

He pulls out his phone, checking his messages, but nothing. No sign of Amy. Shane knows Amy. Shane knows that she doesn't show up to his parties at the time read on the invitation. Amy always shows up at least an hour and a half into it. The time on his screen reads 10:31, and still no sign. He sighs, putting away his phone. He tried to warn Amy; he's not taking any responsibility for whatever feelings might be hurt tonight.

At 10:40, Amy drops off her Karma distraction at her place. She routinely says goodbye, avoids any goodbye hugs or kisses, and small talk. The girl had managed to get Amy's mind off Karma for the last hour, but the second she's alone in her car, the brunette is right back into Amy's head.

She checks her phone with the intention of calling Shane back. She reads his message. Whatever he called for was apparently urgent, and it involved taking a guess at who's at his party. Booker, maybe? Amy shakes her head. Karma? Amy's heart nearly drops. She dials Shane's number, praying he answers.

"Amy, what the fuck, I called you forever ago." Shane doesn't sound angry, maybe a little annoyed, but that isn't bothering her.

"I know, sorry. I was just busy." She's said this a million times to tons of different people. "Is there something you wanted to tell me?" Her heartbeat has increased slightly at the mere thought of Karma being at his party tonight. The girl she so desperately tried to get off her mind, at Shane's party. She shakes the thought away.

"Okay, yes." He pauses. "Karma is here." Amy's heart now finally drops. Fuck. "With Liam, and they're dancing, and Karma is looking a little messy, but I just thought I would warn you of the current forecast."

Amy breathes out heavily through her nose. She's not sure what to feel. The images of Karma being 'messy,' of her even dancing with Liam, makes Amy's stomach and head flip upside down. "Shit, alright. I'm on my way. Make sure she doesn't do anything too stupid. I'll take care of her when I get there."

Take care? For the millionth time in one night, Shane is taken back. Since when did Amy use tender words like 'take care?' Shane had actually expected Amy to say 'fuck this, fuck that, I'm not going,' something along those lines. But no. Amy wants Shane to watch over Karma until she gets to his house to take care of her. "Roger that," he says in a mocking tone before hearing the other line cut off.

Amy cuts her engine on and makes her way to Shane's house. She's prepping for the worst. She's anticipating walking into Shane's house, pushing her way into some bedroom where Karma and Liam are hiding out, fucking, kissing, touching, whatever. That isn't what she hopes, but it's the worst possible thing that she could see, and that's what she has to prepare for. The worst. She has already made up her mind to not give up on Karma. Drunk or not, messy or not, fucking Liam or not, she won't let Karma slip through her hands. She wants to take care of her, to bring her back to her senses, and that's what she's going to do. Even if it takes all night.

At 10:53, Karma's senses are altered, and she's beyond the point of being a little 'tipsy.' She's now sitting on the couch next to Liam, her head on his shoulder. They haven't kissed, but they did dance till Karma couldn't stand straight. Liam knows better than to try anything with Karma, considering she's out of herself. If anything is going to happen tonight, he wants it to be her to start it up. He didn't, however, stop her from drinking because he knows how she can get, and that doesn't make him any less guilty, although he does feel less guilty.

Karma grabs Liam's hand, which is resting on his knee cap, and plays with his fingers. "Liam, you're such a good person," her voice is heavy, tired almost. It's the alcohol.

He laughs slightly. "Thanks, Karma."

"No, no, no, no, no, you really are," she sits up and looks at him, her eyes look a bit tired too. "You're a goooooooood person." She sees him smile, and she smiles and lays her head back on his shoulder.

Liam isn't even a little drunk, he knows Karma is, but that doesn't change the feelings her words are provoking. He's such a fool for her. She's drunk off her face and it's not even 11, she's a mess, but the simplest things she says about him, make him feel happy, mushy, and noticed.

It's 11:06. Karma and Liam have shared the most comfortable silence that's ever been shared between them. Liam kept checking to make sure Karma wasn't passed out on his shoulder, and she wasn't. Every time he would check, she would smile and say "I'm not tired." She definitely looks it.

At 11:10, Amy pulls into Shane's street. By this time, the area in front of his house is crowded with cars. She's surprised the party hasn't gotten raided. Shane's parties never get raided, and that's a mystery to Amy.

She pulls her key out of the ignition and slips them into her back pocket, with her phone in her hand. She doesn't text Shane to let him know that she's made it, she just makes her way to the back door. His backyard is infested with loud teens and beer bottles. She waves at a few recognizable people, her eyes never stop looking for Shane or Karma.

Shane notices Amy first. She looks calm for somebody who has a war going on in her head (and heart.) He stops his current conversation, walks towards Amy, and taps her shoulder once he's gotten close enough.

Amy half jumps and half startles at the touch. "Are you looking for somebody?" he says with a dumb smile, Amy doesn't seem amused.

"Where's Karma?" she asks, not returning the smile.

Her friend shrugs, "I dunno. The last time I saw her she was sitting on the couch with Liam."

Amy's face turns hard, her jaw tensing. She shoves Shane's shoulder, harder than she intended.

"Ow," he squeals out, rubbing his shoulder.

"I told you to keep an eye on her," she says, shaking her head.

Shane tries to defend himself, "I did!" He fails to tell Amy that he stopped doing that about 20 minutes ago.

"From outside? While she's inside doing I don't know what with Booker?" The thoughts of what they could be doing make their way back into Amy's head. She stops herself from shuddering.

"Okay! I got distracted," he says, pointing his head in the direction of the cute boy he was just talking to.

Amy manages to calm herself, letting herself gain a little hope. "I'm gonna go look for her, you go finish distracting yourself," she says, looking in the direction of Shane's boytoy.

"Let me know how it goes," he calls out after her before turning around, and walking back to his date.

At 11:14, Amy walks through the house. Almost every space is taken up by a moving body, she dodges a few. Her first step is to look through the closed bedroom doors. She walks in on a few things she wishes she could un-see, but no Karma and no Liam.

The living room is her next stop. She walks right under the open doorway, and finds what she's looking for. It's Karma, and yeah, there's Liam. They're sitting in silence, with everybody else talking, dancing, drinking, moving around them. Her head is resting nicely on Liam's broad shoulder, her hands are placed together in between her crossed legs, her eyes looking at everything but the doorway. Liam is sitting still, his hands resting on his legs, his eyes looking down at the wooden floor. Amy freezes for a second, not sure how to approach the two. She had prepared herself for the worst, she had anticipated some kissing, or some fucking. The worst. Why is she frozen?

Liam lifts his head, his eyes quickly making contact with Amy's, who is looking from Karma to him, and back to Karma. She looks stumped. His eyebrows furrow together in anger. Karma's head on his shoulder is the only thing keeping him from rushing to the blonde and cutting her with his words, the way Karma used to do to him when she would defend Amy.

The eye contact was all Amy needed to light a fire under her. She makes her way to them with Karma still oblivious to everything.

Amy's standing directly in front of the pair, her arms to her side, and her eyes not breaking apart from Karma, who is still not looking her way. The corners of Liam's mouth are turned down, his eyes still filled with resentment. He'll be damned if Amy tries anything tonight.

Karma finally takes notice, raising her head off of Liam's shoulder. Her gaze goes from Amy's shoes and slowly makes its way up before settling in her eyes. Her heart stops at her throat, and she licks her dry lips, feeling completely blindsided by her presence. "Amy," her is voice soft, almost inaudible.

Amy feels her face fall back to normal, her jaw unclenches for the first time in minutes. She just learned that Karma's voice can apparently flip a switch on her because now, she's not upset. She's okay. Amy can tell that Karma is drunk. Her tired eyes are telling her so. She looks groggy, lazy. Amy wants to take her away.

"What do you want?" Liam's cold voice cuts her out of her thoughts, and her blood is suddenly boiling again.

"Hey," Karma softly hits the shoulder her head was just on, "Don't be mean." Liam doesn't flinch.

"I'm taking Karma home," she says sternly. Karma's head jerks in the direction of Amy. Did she just hear that correctly?

His death glare intensifies. "For what? So you can fuck her and leave her feeling like shit?" he snarls back.

Karma looks back at Liam, and even though she's intoxicated, she can see, she can hear the fury in him. She tried to lighten him up, but it clearly didn't work and now, she isn't sure what to say. She's frozen.

Amy's mouth is hanging half-wide open. She isn't going to defend herself because she's reflected a lot over the past 2 days on the things she's done and she isn't happy with any of it. So she recomposes herself, taking a quick glance at Karma who for some reason, looks hurt. "I, I don't want to do that. I just want to take her home and make sure she's okay, since you obviously couldn't." Amy tried to bite her tongue and not shoot back at Liam, but she couldn't help it. Seeing Karma in the state that she's in made her kinda angry. Liam couldn't keep Karma from drinking too much, or maybe he didn't want to. The thought infuriates her, he can't judge her when he's looking a bit guilty himself.

Karma opens her mouth to say something, but is cut off by her friend. "I always make sure she's okay. Me. Not you. I can take care of her, she doesn't need you." Liam reached his breaking point with Amy weeks ago, and this is the first chance he's gotten to really let it all out.

"It's not even eleven fucking thirty and she's drunk. Look at her!" Liam looks over at Karma, who hasn't been able to look away from Amy. He couldn't deny the obvious truth. "You couldn't stop her from having too much to drink, Booker." That's because he didn't want to stop her.

"She was having fun," he argues back. "I'm not letting you just take her, she's not leaving without me. I brought her here and I'm taking her home."

Karma knocked around the idea of Amy taking her home the entire time they were bickering back and forth about her. She wanted, no, she needed to be with Amy. Sure Karma's reading is a little fuzzy, but there was no denying the tenderness, the good intention in Amy's voice. Isn't Karma supposed to be mad at Amy? Isn't she supposed to be done with her? She tries to stop herself from wanting to go home with Amy, but she's beaten because of the way Amy is fighting for her. She can't deny the yearning.

Amy sighs, "If I let her stay here, who knows how much more you're gonna let her drink, or what she'll end up doing." Liam's brown eyes drift away from Amy and look back to Karma, who hasn't said a word about the situation, but he can see it in her eyes that she wants him to step aside. To be fair, he sees Amy's point. He himself has had a bit to drink and he doesn't plan on leaving the party anytime soon, and Karma does look rough. Amy is making sense.

Liam hates what he's about to say. He takes a deep breath, "Okay." He looks at Karma again, "Do you want to leave?" There's no use in asking her that question, he knows the answer and it kills him.

Karma looks at Amy, who's staring at her in a way she hasn't before. She finally nods, still not saying a word.

"Call me in the morning, okay?" his voice is low, and she nods again before stepping off the couch. Liam watches as Amy leads Karma through the hoard of people. He watches until they're out of his sight. He hates himself for giving up just like that, but what was the use in arguing when it's not what Karma wants? He wouldn't be doing himself any favors by forcing Karma to stay with him. He doesn't think Amy will try anything, but at the same time, he doesn't care anymore. He tried, that's all he can say.

Amy takes Karma's hand and leads her through the crowded house, bumping into a few people before finally breaking through the front door. The cool air hits Karma's face and she feels renewed. Her fingers are tied up in Amy's, the way she's always daydreamed about it, and that feels nice too.

So, super long chapter. I wanted to add in the part where they get to Karma's house but the chapter would have stretched out waaaaayyy too much, so I'll add that into the next one. I hope you all enjoyed it. As always, thank you for the support! :-)