A/N This is pretty short and it's just meant as an intro to the story. I promise Emily will actually show up soon enough, and please read and review! Also sorry for the fact that I am shit at summaries, and this is my first fanfiction.
She lay in bed fully clothed for the first time since she was in primary school. Not because she lived in London, and the rather shit weather called for extra warmth, but because she felt oddly vulnerable. She tugged at the covers so that they fell right underneath her chin, trying to shake the feeling of being emotionally naked away from her mind. This wasn't supposed to happen. Naomi had perfected the arts of sarcasm and cynicism. She isn't one to fall enraptured by the romance novel preconceptions of love and chivalry. People were always going to let you down. She saw her mum after her prick of a father left them when she was twelve. Ravaged and broken. There was no way she would end up like that. So she never let anyone in. She built walls of ice around her heart, and barred her teeth towards the world. It worked for her, too. Sure, she wasn't exactly the poster child for happiness, but she was never stomped on by the cruel foot of relationships. Her walls stood strong.
That is until one person caused them to falter. A person called Emily Fitch.
The previous week
Naomi cursed aloud as she sat at behind a building and fumbled through her bag searching for her fags. She craved the soothing effects of nicotine coursing through her body to calm her nerves. She starts uni today at Goldsmiths and this was finally her time to have a fresh start. She could break free of the restraints that college at Roundview had placed upon her. No one here would immediately shy away from her as if she was plagued with some form of leprosy. She could actually learn something from a professor that wasn't trying to teach Hamlet with a fucking hand puppet, and constantly questioning "what's it all about?" in a flimsy, high-pitched voice. She could start to make a difference here. As much as she hated to admit, she was alike her mother Gina Campbell in regards to her attitude towards justice. Naomi despised injustice, and she figured becoming a journalist would be a good step in preventing it, or at least exposing it to the ignorant world she seemed to preside in.
A pale, long-fingered hand snapped Naomi out of the place in her head she seemed to be momentarily lost in, holding out a spliff.
"You should relax," the girl stated almost as if she could hear Naomi's inner thoughts. The girl's smoky blue eyes cast an air of omnipotence.
"Uhm, thanks," Naomi muttered, accepting the drugs. She didn't really think it was a great idea to be getting high at only half seven, but something about this girl's voice sounded final, and Naomi felt it wasn't an option to object. "My name is Naomi, by the way," she said to try and stop the girl from staring silently as if she was reading her soul.
"Effy," the girl said as she started to stand. "Meet me by the politics building at twelve," and before Naomi could even reply, she turned on a heel and walked away. Naomi studied Effy as she disappeared into the crowd. Tall, brunette, strikingly gorgeous, a bored look consuming her pale face, and a disconcerting sense of power lurking beneath those knowing blue eyes. She again felt she was left no option in following Effy's command and wondered what their meeting might entail. Naomi finished the spliff and finally trudged her way to her first course. Her previous all learning no friends mindset being knocked slightly off kilter as she found herself smiling at her interaction with another student. It couldn't be called friendly exactly. Effy just seemed to act on her own accordance. But as she entered her first classroom, she felt a lingering sense that something big was going to happen today.