Disclaimer: I don't own Skins, but I wouldn't say no to doing so.

Author Note: This fiction is what I would call an experiment. As the title and summary suggest, YOU the readers call the shots. I know how much some of you get invested in the angst I've written in the past and by the sounds of past reviews on other stories you'd love to have a say in what happens. So here is your chance. Also, this is my first fic that is truly AU so bare with me.

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Let It Go

Emily

September 5th, the first day of the rest of her life. To some it was just another day, but to Emily Fitch, it was the start of college; the start of a world where she could be more grown up, where she could meet someone special and where she could finally discover the person she wanted to be in life. She'd carefully picked out an outfit that she knew would raise her dad's eyebrows. For once she didn't care about looking embarrassing in front of him, she was ready to be a young woman.

"Wow," Rob gasped, greeting her with astonishment. "Since when did my little girl look like that?"

"Dad, don't," Emily laughed, covering her face with mild embarrassment and sitting down opposite him at the table.

"You're gonna attract some hotties in that outfit."

Emily rolled her eyes. "Dad, do you have to? I'm eating," she sighed, buttering a slice of toast.

"It's not my fault you've started looking at women instead of girls. I'm single too you know."

"Most of the girls I look at are under eighteen."

"You never know, the odd one might be after a real man."

"Hopefully none at my college," Emily groaned. "Please don't embarrass me if I bring any friends round and for the record a friend who is a girl is not automatically my girlfriend."

"I wouldn't dream of it love and I do know the difference."

"You should tell that to Jane from high school. You practically had us married before you realised she was just a friend."

Rob raised his glass of orange juice. "Put the past in the past. Here's to your first day."

"Speaking of, I'm running behind schedule," Emily mumbled, her mouth half full of toast as she planted a quick kiss on his cheek. "Ill see you later dad."

The relationship with her father had always been a good one but since Emily had come out she'd found him treating her more grown up. His favourite pastime, looking at beautiful women, had become something they shared. At first it had been a little strange, but it had been the two of them for as long as she could remember, so it was easier to accept.

"Knock 'em dead," Rob called after her.

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Katie

It took precisely sixteen minutes to walk to college, four minutes to fight through the excitable crowd and one minute to realise that she needed to be on the second floor to find her locker. The first day of college was regimented in her mind, each step planned out to make it easier. It took two minutes to open the locker, that was a minute longer than she'd scheduled for, which gave her just thirty seconds to walk the forty-five second journey to her form room. The bell rang before she got there and her heart started racing. The schedule had been broken. It wasn't a big deal, but she could feel herself becoming overwhelmed by the situation. The classroom door opened and a man with yellow teeth stood staring at her.

"You for my form?" he asked, barely forming a question.

She nodded, her voice betraying her, despite having practised everything she needed to say ahead of time.

"Take a seat anywhere, except the swivel chair at the front. That's mine, you sit there and you'll lose your fucking legs."

He was joking. At least she hoped he was joking. There was a spare seat mid-way which she slid into it. She looked to the boy sat beside her, his teeth covered in braces, his hair a mess on top of his head. She tried to decide whether to like him or not and when she caught his eye he looked away blushing profusely. He seemed shy. It drew her to him.

"I'm Katie Ashford," she smiled, holding out a hand which she knew wasn't the way to greet someone her own age, but couldn't help the greeting she always thought was appropriate.

"J, J," the teenage boy stuttered, staring at her hand with fear.

"J?" she asked, rattling off the names that started with the letter. "James? Josh? Jonas?"

"Jonah," he finally answered, muttering to himself. She only caught every fifth word but it made her smile when his rant included 'Katie', 'Hot' and 'Bobbins'. It settled her nerves, though felt bad that someone more nervous than her was the thing that did it.

"It's nice to meet you Jonah."

The dropping of a pile of books sent a loud bang through the conversations that had crept into the room. Katie looked around at her new form, hoping to find someone who looked just as scared as her at the tutor stood at the front of the room. Everyone else, bar Jonah, looked happy. Many people continued to whisper and looked as though they'd known each other for years. They probably did, she answered the question in her head.

"You lot look like a bunch of clever fuckers," the man who introduced himself as Kieran announced as he wrote his name on the board. "Now tell me who the fuck you are so we can all get to know each other. You lot eyeing someone else up in the room will be very happy to know the name of the person you think you wanna fuck by the end of the year. Go," he pointed at the first person on the front row and name after name was called out. Katie tried to keep up, but people barely moved to give her a good look at their face and some spoke like children on their first day at primary school. It was like listening to the world with the volume turned down.

"You," Kieran muttered, pointing to Jonah. Katie watched as the boy next to her stood up, he was ranting again which worried her. The room started to laugh and Katie wanted to pull him down, or shout at them for being mean. Instead she stood up next to him, her arm brushing his.

"This is Jonah, I'm Katie."

"Great, we've got a fucking puppet in here," Kieran groaned.

"He likes to be called JJ," someone else announced, he was tall and seemed to imply a sex god status by the way he stood, though Katie didn't find him in the least bit attractive. "I'm Cook, you're free to suck my Cock any day, if you're a lady."

"That's fucking fantastic. I doubt any real lady would want to do that," Kieran mumbled, pointing at the next person.

The group of students who sat behind Katie were easier to see. She smiled up at a couple of girls who looked quite nice; Effy and Emily, she noted, a familiarity about the bright red haired girl. She figured someone at her old school probably had red hair or something. There was a couple of idiots and finally a girl who sat at the back of the room on her own. She looked like she had the weight of the world on her shoulders and told everyone that she was called Naomi, but only because her mum must have been high when she named her. Katie had thought that quite unfair to say, until she realised her surname was Campbell.

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Emily

The form teacher was weird but her form were great. Emily couldn't stop smiling when she left the room. They'd split into groups and she was with what she could only describe as a hot girl, a loopy girl and a grumpy one. Effy, though not very talkative, was completely alluring. She had to stop herself staring on a number of occasions. The grumpy girl wouldn't stop complaining about anything they said. When Emily talked about television, Naomi had talked about global warming. When Effy talked about her brother at university, Naomi asked what they thought of top up fees. It wasn't that it bored her. But on the first day of college Emily wasn't interested in politics. If she was, she'd have taken it a A-level. But it interested her little. The loopy girl was a friend of Effy's and talked a lot. She constantly ended sentences with "Isn't that right Ef?" as though Effy had a monopoly on everything she said. She also seemed pretty obsessed with boys and sex, which Emily doubted she had ever had either.

"There's a party tonight," Effy informed her before they parted ways after lunch.

"Great, count me in," she replied, a smile on her face. In all honesty she wasn't the biggest fan of parties; she liked to dance and the atmosphere of drunken teenagers didn't repulse her. But she'd never liked the thought of out of control house parties. Not that she'd been to many. In school her dad knew all of her friends and their parents, so it made it very difficult to slip under the radar.

"If you want to say were studying at mine that's fine, my parents don't give a shit," Effy informed her, which made her frown. She hadn't told Effy her worries and as far as she knew she hadn't given that impression either.

"Thanks," she accepted, still trying to figure her out.

"I do it all the time," Pandora announced. "My mum is whizzer cruel, says I can't date any boys. Not ever. Isn't that right Ef?"

There it was again. Emily let a cheeky grin creep up on her face. "What about girls? Can you date girls?"

"Bonkers," she gasped, "Don't think my mum would approve of that."

"Shouldn't introduce you to my ex-boyfriend then?!" Effy stated, raising an eyebrow.

"No point," Emily confirmed.

It didn't escape Emily's notice that Pandora hadn't picked up on what she'd said. She didn't fly the rainbow flag, in front of people she didn't know, very often. It had taken a while for her school friends, or her dad for that matter to understand. It always worried her the reaction she was going to get. Effy seemed alright, she seemed like the kind of girl that had explored more than a few pairs of lips over the years and Emily suspected they weren't all male.

"There's a little bit in everyone," Effy muttered, doing it again. Emily wanted to ask her how she knew so much, but she didn't want to make any mistakes that would push her new friends away. Thankfully the bell went and the three of them separated in order to get to their first real lesson of the year.

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Katie

Katie wasn't sure how it had happened, how she'd gained three stalkers in the few hours she'd been at college. It turned out that Jonah or JJ, whatever his name, was best friends with the idiot that had introduced himself as Cook. Along with a skateboarder type guy known as Freddie. At first Katie assumed they were headed in the same direction, until she'd heard her name and a "go get her J" that made her smile. Jonah looked to nervous to ever approach her that way. Instead they'd taken to following her around. By the end of the day she'd found out they were in her History class and her Psychology class, which were the only lessons she'd had that day. It was supposed to take one minute but takes two she remembered as she stood in front of her locker with a couple of texts books. She kept an eye on the time, until a hand came from nowhere and closed her locker, almost catching a number of her fingers.

"Excuse me," Katie snapped, turning to face her three stalkers.

"Excuse me yourself. So do you like him?"

"Who?"

"Our man JJ of course, or is it Jonah?" Cook laughed, his hand resting on the embarrassed boys neck.

"I don't really know him," she admitted, taking the fifth.

"How about you come to this party tonight?" Cook invited her. "It's gonna be wicked I'm telling you. You two can get a room and get to know each other or somefink."

There were a million particles of her brain wanting to tell him the word was pronounced 'something' but she figured making friends would not happen if she insulted people.

"I don't think my mum would be too happy," she replied, sliding her bag up onto her shoulder.

"Just tell her you're at Effy's studying."

"The girl from our form?"

"The very same, she's a fucking legend she is. If you wanna get away from the rents just use her as your alibay."

"It's alibi," JJ and Freddie corrected simultaneously, prompting a harsh stare from their friend.

"I'll think about it," Katie smiled, muttering a goodbye before parting ways with them.

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Choices for Chapter Two:

Option 1: Katie goes to the party to see JJ and ends up doing something she doesn't expect // Emily and Effy get horrendously drunk prompting Emily to feel more than she should.

OR

Option 2: Katie goes to the party, meets everyone and does something she'll regret later // Emily spends some time with Naomi with disastrous consequences.

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