"Amyyyy!" Aubrey ran into Amy's room and jumped onto the bed on top of Amy. "Wake up!"

Hmmph!" Amy groaned and tried to pull the covers over her head, but Aubrey was straddling her waist and preventing the covers to budge. "Aubrey! Get off me!"

Aubrey smiled and began to bounce on her young friend. "Today is sectionals! Get up!"

Amy cracked an eye open and glared. "That isn't until tonight."

"Come onnn," the blonde drawled. She leaned over and kissed Amy's nose affectionately. "Don't make me tickle you."

Amy tried and failed to ignore the warmth that spread through her body from Aubrey's sweet kiss. Never in her life did anyone treat her as Aubrey did. Since the high school principal picked Amy up from the airport all those months ago, she received nothing but warmth, love, and compassion. It made her feel like she belonged, a feeling she never had back in Australia.

"You wouldn't dare," she raised an eyebrow. "Not unless you have some sort of death wish." Her eyes narrowed as she watched Aubrey lift her hands up wiggled her fingers teasingly. "Aubrey-" Amy tried to warn, but it was too late as Aubrey lowered her hands lightning fast and began tickling her sides. The young blonde squealed and squirmed beneath her, pleading the older woman to stop.

"Are you going to get up?" Aubrey asked, never ceasing her devil hands.

"Yes, you bitch!" Amy screamed, still trying to wriggle from under her.

Aubrey let out a full laugh and collapsed onto the bed next to Amy. She propped her head up on her arm and gazed down at the teen.

Amy peered up at Aubrey, admiring her features as she bit her lip nervously. "Bree, can I tell you something?"

Aubrey knit her eyebrows together. "Sure, you can tell me anything."

Amy played with her fingers, not sure how to word what she was feeling. "I, uh... I wanted to thank you... for everything. I've never had someone who cares for me like you do." At Aubrey's confused look, Amy sighed and decided to elaborate. "I mean, my dad ran off when I was ten and my mom is just a piece of work who has zero affection, especially when it comes to me, and I thought that my life was going to end up exactly like hers - that I'd be pregnant by the time I turned seventeen and my child would have a deadbeat father and I'd end up resenting her and sending her off to a foreign country all by herself..." She wasn't sure when she started crying, but in a second Aubrey was gathering her in her arms.

She took a moment to calm herself, burying her head int he older woman's chest. When she controlled her tears, she looked up and smiled slightly. "What I'm trying to say is that I love you. And I am so thankful that you showed me what love really is."

Aubrey felt tears gather in her own eyes, her entire being filled with the utmost affection for the girl in her embrace. She smiled down at her and squeezed her even tighter. "I love you, too."

They lay there content and Amy felt sleep begin to overtake her when Aubrey suddenly jumped out of the bed.

"Well, let's get a move on!" She ripped the covers from Amy's body and smirked as the teen screamed into her pillow in frustration.

Amy was drunk. And not like, tipsy, giggling, and a bit uncoordinated drunk. She was fall down, slurring her words, could barely see drunk. It was the night of sectionals and Claude (now known as Unicycle since receiving his newest birthday gift) was throwing a celebration party. The Bellas got 1st place and the Treblemakers came in a close 2nd.

A few of the boys complained that they were cheated because of the outfits the girls were wearing made the judges vote for them. Amy had rolled her eyes, but didn't necessarily disagree. It was her idea to make the outfits a little more risquee, convincing the girls to wear black corsets with see through black tights, short, black, skin-tight shorts and a top hat. They sang a mash-up of "Mama Makes Three" from the TV show Smash and "All That Jazz" from the musical Chicago. It was a huge hit, the crowd immediately went wild with their sexy dance moves and flirtatious glances.

She stumbled down the halls of Uni's house, trying to find the bathroom. She turned the corner and opened a door on her left. She squinted her eyes and flicked the lights on, walking in on some couple fucking on a bed. "Whoops!" she giggled. "M'bad." Turning back around without even bothering to close the door, she walked across the hall and opened the door to the bathroom. She entered the room and struggled to removed her shorts and tights, but did so luckily. After relieving herself, she stood and began to open the door when someone walked in.

Amy's eyes opened wide when she saw a gorgeous blonde haired, blue eyed boy nonchalantly glance her way. She didn't know who this boys was, but her face suddenly became beet red and her heart pounded in her chest as a pool of liquid rushed between her legs. He was hot as hell and was not so discreetly eye-fucking her.

"Amy, right?" he asked. Amy slowly nodded her head and licked her lips. "I've been watching you all night," he told her, his voice gruff. He stepped towards her and Amy backed against the cool tile of the wall. "You're so sexy when you dance." His finger trailed across the bottom of her chin and he bucked against her quickly. She let out a soft whimper as she felt the bulge in his jeans. "As soon as I set my eyes on you, I knew I wanted to fuck you." The mysterious boy leaned down and pressed his lips against her ear and Amy gasped. "I wanted you to put those gorgeous lips on my cock and suck me off and then I'd bend you over and fuck you from behind. How's that sound?"

Still alcohol induced, Amy nodded her head and grunted in pleasure as one of his hands moved from her chin to her breast and the other grabbed her ass. She lifted her head and stared at him, letting out quiet moans when he swiped his thumb across her hard nipple through her corset. He closed the little distance there was between them and kissed her. As soon as their lips touched, Amy seemed to lift from a fog. His lips were chapped and his tongue was rough. It felt like he was trying to suck her face off and suddenly his hands were grabbing her too hard. An image of Bumper flashed into her mind and she quickly raised her hands to tried shoving him off of her.

"Come on, baby," the buff blonde groaned, trying to reattach their lips. "You know you want me."

"No!" She moved away from his incessant lips and gasped when he pressed himself even more into her, his hands grabbing her wrists and pinning them against the wall by her side. She was trapped and she felt a tightening in her chest out of fear. She tried to avoid his mouth, but he was able to capture her lips again, his teeth biting too hard on her bottom lip. Just as she tasted blood on her tongue, she heard the door to the bathroom open.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't realize- oh my God."

Amy's eyes snapped opened and she peered around the tall boy to find the eyes of her boyfriend staring at the scene before him. "Bumper!" She exclaimed, finally shoving the mystery man off of her. "It's not what it looks like!"

He shook his head, his face red with anger. "Really, Amy?" he growled. "So it doesn't look like you're about to fuck this douche?"

"Who is this, Amy?" The guy asked. "Your boyfriend or something?"

"Yes," Bumper answered for her. "As a matter of fact, I am."

"Whoah, sorry, man," he apologized, his hands held up in surrender. "She didn't tell me she had a boyfriend."

"Oh, she didn't?" Bumper kept his eyes locked on Amy, crossing his arms over his chest.

Amy scoffed and shoved the boy. "I don't even know you, jag-off! You just came in here and started kissing me!" She stepped towards Bumper, but he backed away. "Please, just let me explain."

"No need," Bumper shook his head sadly. "You told me you weren't ready," he said dejectedly. "You wanted us to wait. And now, I come in here to see that you're trying to fuck a random stranger?"

"Bumper, I-"

"No," he took another step back. "I don't want to hear it. I have to go." He turned around and walked out of the bathroom and made a beeline for the front door.

Amy quickly followed after him, giving the mysterious boy a swift unexpected kick in the balls on her way out. "Bumper!" she called out as she reached the front porch. He was already in his car, the car that was her ride there. "Bumper! Please!"

He started the car and backed out of the driveway as she tried to run to him. The car sped off as Amy collapsed in the middle of the driveway, tears spilling down her face rapidly. She didn't even notice the cold, November air that chilled her bones as her body wracked with sobs.

Author's Note: Okay, I was going to delve into this chapter a bit further, but I decided to just leave it for the next one... Please review! And don't lose faith, this will have a happy ending, I promise!