AN/ Don't know where I'm going with this, but I saw a really great Effy/ Emily fan video of the same title and it inspired this. Anyways enjoy.

I light a fag, inhale deep, trying to block out the pointless conversation flying around me, including the one I'm in when I see her. I raise a brow at her. Interesting. Her appearance startles me, and just as suddenly endears her to me. She's small, almost child-like with big, brown eyes and fiery red hair. She's standing behind her sister, eyes downcast and lots of people are talking, but everything goes quiet. I catch her gaze for a moment, piercing, kohl lined blue meeting an innocent brown before she drops her head, embarrassed. Someone's talking to me.

"I'm definitely gonna learn surf and turf asap. Mom says boys only want one thing, and my plan is to give it to them, lots of times so.."

But I stop listening when I realize the girl her sister's been talking at her this entire time, berating her clothing and anything in front of everyone. I stare at her intently, will her to defend herself, but she only bobs her little head and follows behind.

I don't realize when my voice finally makes its appearance. "Right, you hate her."

In assembly Panda's mindless prattling goes on, but I let her. I want to find that girl from this morning. I turn my head slightly and inwardly groan as my eyes meet a group of boys. One of them I see is the bloke from this morning, the loud, boisterous one who took forty quid off my dad this morning he smiles his boyish rogue grin and I turn further until I see her again. Her sister's whispering in her ear, but she can feel me staring and looks down at me. I grin slyly and turn away, but not before I catch that boy again, the loud one mistaking it as being meant for him, whatever, he can think what he wants, I think about ditching after assembly, when

"Emily Fitch." The sweet redhead raises her hand cautiously. I've got a reason to stay now.

"So you're the doormat then?" I don't mean to sound so cold, but I can smell her from here. She smells soft and sweet and so alive that I don't know what to do with myself.

"Sort of." I hear her husky voice and I have to get out of here. I come up with the quickest possible response and disappear into the room.

"Interesting that you just put up with that."

"You're boys."

"Do you want to measure my dick? It's daddy sized." Cook. I scoff and roll my eyes. Can't believe I fucked him. Ah well. Emily's blushing, but she's baked him a cake.

"Top, girl. Fucking top." And then he eats the whole thing. I roll my eyes, step out. Once outside, I light up. The bell on the door sounds and then she's next to me.

"Alright?"

Of course. Why wouldn't I be. I exhale.

"Would you fancy me?" for the first time, in a very long time, I am completely taken off guard.

"What?"

"You know, if you were into girls. Would you fancy me?" I turn to look her in the eyes now.

"Why?" She laughs, this sexy little rumble of a laugh…and then pulls me into a kiss. Her lips are warm and soft against mine pressing, and moving, and suffocating until she pulls away.

She speaks first. "Cause there's this girl Naomi…"

AN/ Love? Hate? Indifferent? Let me know, maybe I'll continue, but not unless I get a request. Cheers