Shots First

Summary: It started at a party in the sand, and she hoped that's where it would end. But when Naomi starts college and a familiar face is in her class, she is unsure of her sexuality and whether or not she is brave enough to let Emily love her. A little angst, a lot of romance, an attempt at a plot, and my first story. Reading it would be appreciated, and reviews would be awesome, if you're willing. Thanks again for giving it a chance!

The music blared, the bass cranked high and making Naomi's head bob with it. Felt like her whole chest was vibrating and her heart was clanking around in it. She sat in the sand of the beach watching a hundred people she didn't know dance and mingle and make right fools of themselves after having one to many.

She didn't mind that she was here alone, not really. Naomi Campbell had never been the type to go out of her way to make new friends, she much preferred the life of music. When her earphones were in, the world was out. She could get lost for hours in the simple yet complex rhythms and the way it all seemed to fit together in harmony. Yes. That was much better than putting an effort and risking getting hurt just for a couple companions who she'd never speak to again after college.

Expelling the thoughts from her mind, she lit up a fag, inhaling deeply and holding it in her lungs till they screamed at her to release. She exhaled and closed her eyes, savoring the nicotine. After another puff she opened her eyes and felt in a little of a better mood. She flicked the fag, flying it across the sand onto a girls foot.

She turned away just as the girl turned to her with bored eyes and a smirk that made Naomi feel uncomfortable. She glanced back up and watched the girl nonchalantly pick up the fag, which hadn't quite left a mark on her combat boot, and take a long drag from it before flicking it back towards Naomi. A couple inches from her exposed feet, she looked at it. Finding it weird that the girl hadn't been angry with her, like most would. She looked back up but the girl was not looking at her anymore. Instead, she focused her attention back to the crowd of guys around her, all begging for her attention. But there was a smirk still placed firmly on her lips and Naomi had a feeling it was for her.

She scoffed, not quite understanding what the girl was playing at, and not sure why she should give a single fuck. She chose not to give her the benefit, instead making her way through the crowd to the bar that would be her savior for the night.

Ordering a single shot of Jack, she tipped it back easily, only wincing when it burnt the bottom of her throat. Her courage climbing a bit, she took to the makeshift sand dance floor, letting the crowd sweep her up. She bounced to the music, finally giving in to the upbeat techno shit that was playing. Not really her taste, but easy to dance to. Her body took over, moving her in a way that even she couldn't quite understand.

She jumped and put her arms above her head as she felt somebody approaching behind her. She hadn't planned on going on the pull tonight but she wanted to be distracted and taken away from the dark abyss that was her mind. Two hands planted firmly on her hips brought her back, she closed her eyes and let whoever had her in his grasp dance along her. He wasn't quite touching but Naomi could feel his heat, and his breath along her neck. He moved a little closer and pressed against her.

She jumped away when she realized his body was too small, too soft, and lacked a hardness down below to be a guy. She turned around to see Miss-Full-Of-Her-Fucking-Self dancing still in the same place they had been a moment ago. The smirk was still on her face and she crooked her finger to Naomi, daring her to come closer. But she didn't want to fucking come closer to that girl, she didn't want that girl grinding on her. She seemed to be a gay-magnet, which wasn't her ideal.

Those dark blue eyes, pupils huge which indicated she was on some kind of drug, were staring at her. They held a dare, something Naomi Campbell never fucking passed up. Naomi Campbell was no pussy. Smoky eyes moved closer to her and Naomi let her, she started dancing to the beat again, keeping eye contact.

The girl turned around a floated closer to her, their bodies once again coming in contact as they danced. Her arm rose and went around Naomi's neck, she tilted her head back to stare into the blondes eyes.

"Effy."

"Naomi."

"Cool," and with that she moved away, glancing back with a devilish glint in her eyes before getting lost in the crowd.

The blue eyed girl huffed, confused as ever but relieved that their little showdown was over. She made her way back to the bar, this time actually taking a seat. The bartender was busy with somebody else, but she didn't mind the wait, really. Someone slipped into the seat next to her but she refused to look, fearing it was the brunette with the eyes again. She needn't have worried about that because a moment later a completely different voice spoke to her.

"Buy you a drink?"

Naomi looked over and stared at a very small redheaded girl, with brown eyes, and a smile. It took her a moment to put the voice and the face together. It didn't quite match up, a very husky voice for a very small, innocent looking girl.

"I'm not gay," she said automatically. "But I won't refuse a free drink."

The redheads smile didn't waver and she called the bartender over, obviously having no problem interrupting his conversation. "What'll you have?" he grumbled.

The girl raised her eyebrow expectantly at Naomi. "Oh! I'll have a Jack."

"Intend on getting fucked?" the girl smirked.

"Not by you," she replied wittily.

Unfazed again, the girl turned to the bartender. "6 Jacks." The redhead didn't look at her, didn't acknowledge her.

"Name, or what?" Naomi asked, slightly put off by the sudden uninterest from the girl.

6 shot glasses were put in front of them before she could answer, she seemed to change her mind last minute. "Shots first."

She finally made eye contact with the blonde before pushing 2 her way, keeping the other 4 in front of herself. Naomi's eyes narrowed and she pulled a 3rd one towards her, making it even. The redhead seemed pleased by her actions, taking a shot and downing it in one go. Not to be beaten, Naomi mimicked her. A second one and third one for both girls, trying to outdo each other, neither giving up any leverage.

"I'm Emily Fitch," the girl finally spoke. "And you're Naomi."

Naomi was taken aback, the fuck with this girl? She hadn't told her her name. "How?" she asked simply.

Emily's eyes darted to her left for over a moment, spurring the blonde to look as well. Smoky eyes from earlier were smirking and watching from a distance. "Effy is my wingwoman. Tells me what I need to know before I go in for the kill."

Naomi's eyes narrowed into slits. "Then keep hunting, cheeky bitch."

She turned around and disappeared into the crowd, she was very much done with attention from the fucking lezzer clan. That girl had infuriated her, she had made the assumption that Naomi was gay and interested. Neither of which she was. Fuck them. She danced alone for a minute before a guy came up and danced along her. Much fucking better.

Thanks so much for reading! Review if you want, if not, it's all good! You all are awesome and I hope I get enough interest to continue, I already have so many ideas! xox, Tayler