Chapter 1

She felt great walking through the front yard of Hester High School. Black beanie, black skinny jeans, perfect golden hair, white shirt, red and white flannel and a smirk that turned every boy and girl within five miles to a stuttering mess. Amy Raudenfeld was hot. Some might even argue that it's an understatement. She didn't just walk, no, she strutted.

She walked past the schools a capella group and funny thing, there was one song they couldn't keep from singing. Womanizer by Britney Spears. Amy winked at the lead singer and that was it, she nearly fainted. She had everyone at this school wrapped around her little finger, minus one person.

Karma Ashcroft. Auburn hair, piercing green eyes and figure like a model. Amy wanted it, and she wanted it bad. And, let me tell you something; what Amy Raudenfeld wants? Amy Raudenfeld gets. But she has rules, a whole list that would put an extreme couponer to shame.

1. Girls only.

2. Hot girls only.

3. One time only, she never comes back for seconds.

4. No one touches her unless she gives permission.

5. She fucks, never gets fucked; unless of course she wants to.

6. Feelings? Fuck that.

7. No one gets her number. Ever; unless of course she wants them to have it.

8. Homework is not an option.

9. Guys can look but not touch. See #1 and #4

10. Anyone who comes between what she wants should schedule their funeral beforehand.

But she also has a do to list. Literally.

1. Girl from homeroom, row 3.

2. Lauren Cooper

3. English teacher. Room 210.

4. Jasmine Cross.

5. Any hot girl from the nearby college.

6. Karma Ashcroft.

And yes, Lauren Cooper was her step sister, and no, she didn't care. No blood relation, no problem. "Amy!"

She kept walking. "Amy!"

She didn't want to talk to whoever it was, she didn't care who it was. Anyone she's ever fucked all want the same thing. Another round.

Finally the girl caught up with Amy, stopping her mid strut. "Can we talk?"

The blonde smirked as she looked the girl over. "Depends what you want," she breathed.

The girl swallowed hard. "I'm… uh, the girl from Tuesday night."

Amy furrowed her brow, thinking. It was Wednesday and she didn't remember this girl from last night; because there had been three. "Uh, sorry I don't remember you."

The nervousness on the girl's face turned to hurt. "I'm Jamie… Jamie Fields?"

Amy rolled her eyes; she remembered her now. She was loud, like… scary loud. "Okay, and what do you want?"

Jamie swallowed again. "Could you… I mean, do you want uh… can we do it again?"

The blonde looked at the girl for a second, cocked her head slightly and licked her lips. "No."

Shock replaced hurt. "W-What?"

She rolled her eyes and pushed past the stammering girl. She looked back, devious look in her green eyes. "I don't like sloppy seconds."

Amy laughed at herself, she loved being an asshole. She even had a tattoo on the inside of her fingers that read: fucked your girl. And no matter who saw it, it was probably true. Every straight girl in this whole damn school was now bisexual. Except for one.

Karma fucking Ashcroft.

When the lunch bell rings, she leaves the bathroom stall leaving the girl from homeroom, row three leaning against the door panting hard.

Check.

Amy walked out to the schools garden and stared at her next prey. It was Karma, and damn she looked good today. "Shouldn't you be in class?" Amy said in a low voice, approaching the girl from behind who jumped and landed her ass in the dirt. She offered her hand and Karma smoothed out her skirt.

"I-I… you shouldn't class… uh…"

The blonde laughed. "What's your grade in English, kid, geez."

The auburn haired girl went beet red, almost to match her hair. "I… I have a B."

Amy smirked and let her fingers draw circles on Karma's arm. "Well, do you take another language?"

She shook her head. "Well, you should come to my house tonight and I can teach you all different kinds of languages."

The flustered girl took a breath to regain her composure. Amy was the hottest girl she had ever seen, but she was straight and Amy was a womanizer. "No, thanks."

The blonde chuckled like she was amused. "I'm sorry, what?"

"I said no."

Amy licked her lips. "You do know who I am, right? No one ever says no to me."

Karma grabbed Amy's wrist and pushed it back to her side. "I believe I just did." And then she was gone and the green eyed monster, as many call her, just smirked because she knows she'll change her mind.

It was 1:04. She was eight minutes late for US History. But then that means that Jasmine Cross was eight minutes late for Algebra II.

Check.

"Amy, you're late."

"So?" she asked as she leaned against the doorframe. Some kids in the class gawked, some gasped. "At least I'm here."

The teacher stood up from her chair. "What?"

Amy cocked her head and raised an eyebrow. "Kmart parking lot, that's what." A look of realization and terror came over her and she sat back down. Kids gasped and looked between their teacher and the girl with the blonde hair and also the upper hand.

"Just sit down, Amy. Please." begging, she loved it when they beg. And yes, she fucked her US History teacher in her car in a Kmart parking lot. She had a twenty six year old wrapped around her little finger.

Amy sat in the back row, feet up on the desk picking at her nails. She looked up to find a girl looking at her. Amy put her two fingers around her lips and put her tongue between them. The girl flushed and turned back around.

The bell eventually rang and she was met by her best friend in the hallway. "Liam, I swear to fucking god if you don't stop that, I'll kill you."

He smirked. "Promise?" And yes, the schools two biggest sex and power crazed people were best friends.

She smirked right back at him. "Promise." They laughed as a girl walked past them; they stopped and stared at her ass before turning back to each other.

"Damn," they said in unison and then proceeded to bump fists. "Hey, you going to that party tonight?"

Amy thought about it. "Sure, what the hell?"

Liam smiled. "This night's gonna be fucking great, I can taste it."

The blonde chuckled. "Are you sure it's not Haley Richardson's perfume?"

"Fuck off, Raudenfeld."

"You first, Booker," she challenged. "Alright now, be real with me, how was she?"

The boy shrugged. "Eh, she doesn't do much but scratch up your back. Tits are on point though." Amy thought on that a while as they walked into the courtyard for lunch. She hasn't fucked her yet she didn't even know she existed until Liam mentioned her one day. Might as well add her to the list, she thought.

1. Girl from homeroom, row 3.

2. Lauren Cooper

3. English teacher. Room 210.

4. Jasmine Cross.

5. Any hot girl from the nearby college.

6. Haley Richardson

7. Karma Ashcroft.

This was literally her weekly list, which she usually finishes in 3-5 days, anyway. What's one more name?

8:07 pm

"Hey, loser, can I ask you something?" Liam let one hand drop off the steering wheel and glanced at his friend.

"Sure, asshole, shoot."

Amy looked in his direction. "Do you know Karma Ashcroft?"

"Uh… sophomore, right? Red-ish hair?" The blonde nodded and Liam shook his head. "She's literally like… unfuckable. Trust me, I've tried."

Amy laughed. "Have you ever thought it's because you're butt ugly?" He reached over and hit her on the arm, but laughed anyway.

"Well, what about you, Womanizer?"

She laughs. "You're one to talk." Liam shrugged. "But, nah, haven't hit that yet, but I'm planning on it tonight."

"Alriiiiight, Raudenfeld!"

She smirked. "She's playing really hard to get, but when has that ever stopped me?"

He laughed. "Literally never."

They got to the house a few minutes later, bass from the music shaking the car. "Bruh," they said in unison. "Let's go get some pussy, dude."

Amy laughed. "I actually hate that word, but yeah, agreed. Haven't had any since this morning."

Liam gasped over dramatically. "That must be a new record!"

"Stow that shit, Booker. Come on." They walked into the house and people were already staring. Liam quickly went for the drinks but eyes were still on the both of them. Amy was wearing red high waisted skinny jeans and a white crop top and people were practically drooling.

A group of girls with flirtatious smiles and amazing eyebrows looked over the blonde. "Hey, Amy," she said huskily. She stopped and crossed her arms, smirk in place.

"Have we fucked before?"

"Mm, no," she said, "but I was hoping to say yes to that question one day." Amy didn't need any further explanation; she bent down and smashed her lips onto the girls'.

Twenty minutes later, Amy and mystery girl walked out of a bedroom. "What's your name again?"

"Haley," she licked her lips.

"Haley Richardson?" The girl nodded. Amy smirked yet again.

Check.

She was stalking her prey while some song about animals by 5 macaroons or some shit played in her ears. Didn't know, didn't care. She was looking for someone, and she knew she was going to find it. And finally, she saw her sitting on a couch, reached over to a guy holding two drinks, took them and walked towards her. She sat down and Karma rolled her eyes. "You are really persistent, you know that?"

She shrugged and handed her the drink. "Usually I don't chase, but," she leaned in close to ear and whispered huskily, "I really want you."

The music was loud, too loud even, but that didn't stop her from hearing the sharp intake of breath that the auburn haired, green eyed girl took in. "And I really want to hit you."

Amy took her hand and moved Karma's perfectly straight strawberry smelling hair to the side, exposing her neck. She leaned in further, lips almost touching soft, warm skin. "Go ahead, Ashcroft."

In the background someone said something about karaoke time. Karma smiled sarcastically. "I have a better idea." She stood and walked over to the small stage for the night. "I'll give it a shot."

The boy smiled. "Sure thing, what you wanna sing?"

The green eyed girl smirked. "Womanizer by Britney Spears."

"Really?" She nodded. "Okay, then."

"Do you have a guitar?" That made the boy smile.

Three minutes later, Karma Ashcroft was sitting on a stool with an acoustic guitar in her lap and phone with guitar chords resting on a stand. "Alright, go for it." He pressed a button to turn on her mic. "Karma Ashcroft singing Womanizer by none other than Britney Spears, everybody!"

Karma strummed away at the guitar playing the intro.

Superstar

Where you from, how's it going?

I know you, got a clue what you're doing?

You can play brand new to all the chicks out here

But I know what you are, what you are, baby.

Amy was in the front row by now, with an eyebrow raised and arms folded across her chest.

Look at you

Gettin' more than just a re-up

Baby you, got all the puppets with the strings up

Faking like a good one but I call em' like I see em'

I know what you are, what you are, baby.

Liam caught Amy's eye from across the third row and he was smirking and shaking his head. And he mouthed the words "it's not gonna happen" and Amy just gave him the finger. Meanwhile, Karma was watching the interaction and tried real hard to make out the words Liam had mouthed and exactly why Amy gave him the finger. Maybe she gets it now.

Womanizer, Woman, Womanizer

You're a Womanizer, oh Womanizer oh

You're a Womanizer, baby

You you you are, you you you are

Womanizer, Womanizer, Womanizer.

Amy gave Karma a look that just kind of said 'really?' and the girl just shrugged.

Girl, don't try to flirt

I know just what you are

Girl, don't try to flirt

Cause I know just what you are

You got me going

You're oh so charming

But I can't do it

Womanizer

Karma finally finished the song and was surrounded by applause. She bowed and handed the guitar back to the DJ. "Let me guess...Amy Raudenfeld, am I right?" he asked and she rolled her eyes.

"Mhmm," she replied while he laughed.

"Good luck."

Half an hour later, Amy was still determined. She always gets what she wants, nothing's different this time. She found her again, back to her piercing green eyes. She was talking to someone else. I walked up behind her and the girl she was talking to bit her lip and gave her a little wave.

"Hi, Amy."

She heard Karma sigh. "Oh, come on!" she whined as she turned to the blonde. "I can file a restraining order, you know?"

Amy smirked. "Not here for you," she said, "this time."

She looked confused. "Then who…?"

"Hey, Lauren." It was hard enough at their house for her, but this isn't their house and tonight, Amy Raudenfeld was not her step sister.

"Oh my god, Lauren, you're kidding right?!" Karma exclaimed.

Amy grabbed Lauren's hand and started dragging her towards the nearest bedroom. Lauren looked back and shrugged. "Have you seen her?" Karma rolled her eyes for the fifth time. "Hell no, I'm not kidding."

"That's so fucked up."

thirty four minutes later, Lauren and Amy came out of the bedroom. Lauren looked like she just had sex, Amy looked like she just got done with a modeling shoot. "Can we do this again?"

"You know the answer to that, Cooper," she answered.

"Whatever," she huffed before walking off. Amy smirked before walking back to the designated dance floor as the song Love Game by Lady GaGa came on. Halfway across the room, Karma Ashcroft shook her head and Amy Raudenfeld smiled. She walked carefully over to the auburn haired girl.

I wanna kiss you

But if I do then I might miss you, babe

It's complicated and stupid

Got my ass squeezed by sexy cupid

Guess she wants to play, wants to play

A love game

The blonde walked up behind her, yet again, grabbed her hand and spun her around before pulling her hard against her chest. "Whoa."

She shrugged. "I know."

Hold me and love me

Just wanna touch you for a minute

Baby three seconds is enough for my heart to quit

'She's really close and smells really good but… oh fuck me, this sucks.' Karma thought. She wanted to like her, honestly, but she was too much of a woman crazed asshole for that.

Amy spun her around again and pulled her back. A fisherman with her catch of the day.

Let's have some fun this beat is sick

I wanna take a ride on your disco stick

Don't think too much, just bust that dick

I wanna take a ride on your disco stick

Amy was leaning in now, lips centimeters from Karma's, and it's funny, because Karma's not so sure she would have stopped her, but she pulled back anyway as the chorus of the song hit

Let's play a love game, play a love game

Do you want love, or you want fame?

Are you in the game?

Dans le love game

"Amy," she whispered. And okay, maybe she was kinda tipsy.

"Hmm?"

She nearly fell over when Amy went to move her hands. Okay, so she was kinda drunk, so she blamed what she said next on those stupid shots she took an hour ago. "You should… kiss… me." her words were slightly slurred and the blonde laughed, leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. Karma whined. "Noooo, kiss me."

"I did," she pointed out, trying hard not to laugh. Her reply, however result in a hit to her chest.

"You… are a tease."

She smiled. "Really? I thought I was a Womanizer?"

Karma laid her head on Amy's shoulder. "Mmm… that too."

"Yeah?"

"I wish you weren't because," she hiccuped, "becauuuuse, I think you are kinda hot."

She laughed. "I know that." A few seconds went by and there was no answer and a really heavy weight on her chest. "Karma…?"

"Hmm, yeeeahhh I'm awa...awake."

"Are you awake now?"

No answer. Now, Amy Raudenfeld is a Womanizing, pretentious dick, but she never takes advantage of people; well, at least not in that way. She sighed before hauling the slightly unconscious over her left shoulder. She had to find Shane Harvey, they were really good friends and he definitely knew where she lived.

Five minutes later of looking and readjusting the seemingly lifeless body; and okay, that's a lie because she's been snoring this entire time; she finally finds him. "Um, you have a girl on your shoulder."

Amy looked surprised. "Well, shit, would you look at that."

"Alright, seriously though, why do you have my best friend slung over your shoulder making it look like you knock her out and you're trying to kidnap her?"

Amy shrugged. "She's drunk."

Karma mumbled something. Amy took a breath as Shane tried not to laugh. "Okay, she's hella drunk."

"I can see that," he sighed. "420 Jameson Street, it's the green one, key under the flowerpot, parents aren't home."

She smiled. "Thanks."

"And Raudenfeld?"

"Yeah?"

He squinted his eyes. "I swear, if you try anything, I will kick your ass."

She nodded. "Understood."

Amy hauled Karma to Liam's car. Thankfully, he was… busy so it was easy to take his keys from his jacket. "Okay, come on, Karma you gotta help me out."

"Hmmm?" she hummed.

Amy rolled her eyes. "Nevermind, Ashcroft, just shh."

"Are we friendssss?"

"Yeah, sure, whatever just keep your hands in the car." With that, Amy shut the door and got in the driver's seat. The driver was quiet, except for the fact that Karma kept trying to sing the song Put Your Records On by Corrine Bailey Rae. But shit, Amy couldn't help but notice that even when she's drunk she still sings like an angel… kinda.

"You wanna know sssomehin' Amy?"

She smiled. "Sure."

"I wishhhh that you weren't s-such an asshole," she mumbled.

"Thanks."

"You're 'tually reeeally pretty and I would soooo kiss you but you're 'st a…"

She smirked. "Womanizer, I know."

Amy pulled up to Karma's house and pulled her out of the car. "Where's your room?" she asked once they got in the door.

"Upstair… up the stairs." Amy nodded before making the trek upstairs. Her room was easy to find, considering there was a sign on it that said 'Karma's Room'.

She laid Karma on her bed and then sat on the edge, looking at her and shaking her head with a smirk on her face. "You gonna be okay?"

A nod. "Mhhhmmm." Amy went to get up but Karma grabbed her wrist. "Noooo… stay a while, 'kay?"

Amy smiled. "Yeah, okay."