Title: See The World Through Bloodshot Eyes.

Author:

Characters/Pairings: Naomi/haven't decided yet.

Rating: M. [For constant swearing and sexual nature.]

Category: Romance/Drama/Angst.

Spoilers: None.

Disclaimer: I do not own Skins, or the characters. I can only wish.

Summary: Naomi is gay, and someone doesn't like it. HIGHSCHOOLERA!

A/N: This was definitely a fun one to write. READ AND REVIEW PLEASE!

"You're a fucking dick Campbell, they shouldn't let people like you and your mates in here, and no one feels safe anymore" I yelled. She gave me a dirty look and turned back around and walked off with her friends, her very few friends. The girl I was yelling at is Naomi Campbell, resident gay of Bristol Grammar. She's been out since the moment she found out and she was extremely proud of it and she didn't really care what anyone thought of it but quite honestly, I thought it was disgusting; things like her are just not natural. A girl is made for a guy to fuck, not another girl! It's not right.

Every time I see her or hear her, I yell abuse at her, it amuses me and at least I'm not afraid to say it unlike everyone else. She hangs around with her little dyke friends who aren't as proud as she is, she's the ringleader and that's why she gets so much shit off everyone and she deserves it, she likes to fuck girls for god's sake.

She's in my PE class which is where I'm currently yelling at her, or I was before she walked out. There's her and two of her friends in this class and all three of them are lesbians, the rest of her friends are bisexual and thankfully not in this class. None of the rest of us feel comfortable with getting changed in the same room as them, they shouldn't be allowed to get changed with us, god knows who, when and what they would or could be possibly staring at. I'm not comfortable at all with the off chance that she could be looking me up and down whilst I'm changing.

I shiver after she walks out and I continue to finish getting changed quickly and walk into the gym. I hate PE, first thing on a Monday morning, just what I needed when I was practically still on a comedown with a mind splitting hangover but I couldn't get away with any more skiving in this lesson or I would probably get chucked out or my parent's called and I just couldn't be arsed with that at all. We all stand around as the teacher picks the teams, I hate it when he picks teams because I don't like how things could turn out but thankfully, I and she weren't on the same team; we'd just be playing against her team first.

"Ready to get beat Campbell?" I asked angrily, trying to make my voice as loud as I could without hurting my own head. I didn't care if I had a hangover or whatever else, I was going to make sure I beat this lezza cow, I couldn't have a person like her beating me, that would just be completely weird, wrong and stupid.

"No Fitch, because that won't happen" She said as she hit the ball with her bat, we were playing team tennis and we continually hit the ball until I missed. Shit, I fucking missed, I'm not happy with that. It's the ball, it's blurry in my vision.

"Not so smug now are you Fitch?" She yelled at me, I screwed my face up in anger and hit the ball hard and it just happened to smack her in the face. She threw the bat down and walked over to the net.

"You're such a fucking joke Fitch! Why you have friends I don't know!" She screamed at me. I laughed in her face.

"I'm a joke, at least if I'm a joke, everyone can have a laugh. I have friends because I'm fucking gorgeous and you're not, and I don't see why you have friends of how you are, oh no, you only have friends so you can all shag each other, God, at least I'm not a lezza" I retaliated and walked off to get changed. I couldn't be bothered with this lesson so I was not going to stay in it. A minute later my sister walked in and got changed with me and we ditched the lesson and got away from that lezza bitch Campbell.