This is my second fan fiction; I've decided to write this along side Can you keep a secret. I got the story line in my head so I thought I'd try something a bit different to my other story. Please give it a go and let me know what you think of it and whether I should continue or not. Thanks :)

I do not own skins or any of the characters.

Mistaken Judgement.

Man, college is such a drag sometimes, especially when our teacher, Kieran, is in one of his usual shitty moods. I mean seriously, what is the point of him being a teacher if he hates it so fucking much? I think Freddie's thinking the same thing as he looks as bored as I feel, it's obvious that we're both thinking about how we'd rather be in his shed smoking a spliff than be in this shit hole. I hide my phone underneath the table and send him a text even though he's sat beside me, he smirks when he reads it.

E: You thinking what I'm thinking?

F: Shed, spliff or how fucking boring this class is?

E: All 3 answers are correct ;)

F: Think we should invite Kieran? Seems like he could do with a spliff or two.

I giggle.

E: I would say yes, but that would mean we'd have to share with someone other than each other.

F: True, good thinking lil red ;)

I shove him playfully, he knows I hate that fucking nickname.

"Kieran, reckon me and Emily could leave early?" Freddie asks without bothering to raise his hand, Kieran just sighs grumpily.

"Have you got a reason for wanting to leave this fucking class?" He growls in his Irish accent, and who wouldn't want to leave it?

"Emily's hormonal and I think she's going to kill someone if she doesn't get a cigarette anytime soon."

My mouth drops and I slap his arm harder than I intended, causing him to exclaim loudly and jerk his arm away, the class laughed.

"See what I mean?" Freddie chuckles whilst rubbing his arm.

"Fine, whatever just don't get fucking caught." We jump up quickly and grab our bags.

"Thanks, K man." Freddie shouts as we leave the classroom, we laugh as we walk down the corridor to our lockers to ditch our books.

Freds and I? We're not rebels if you're thinking that, we're just best friends that don't care about anything except each other. Our families are pricks, we've both been let down by the people who we thought were our friends, and we've both been screwed around by the same girl. Yes, I am gay and I love it, I never used to though, once upon a time I was shy, little Emily Fitch and I cared too much about what people thought of me. Freddie helped me though, he taught me to not care about what people thought of me and he helped me to accept who I am. We were friends before college, but we weren't close, we didn't become close until we both fell for and got screwed around by the luscious Effy Stoneham. But, let's not get into that. Freds and I are inseparable, we spend countless time in his shed with spliffs, and when we're high, we'll either just talk seriously, talk about the randomest shit we can think of, or we'll play video games that will have us rolling around in fits of laughter at the simplest thing, we have some good times. Okay, I lied, we always have good times!

After ditching our books we make our way outside, I pull a cigarette from the packet and place it between my lips, just as I light it someone plucks it from my mouth before I'm even able to have a decent drag. I look up to see…great, Effy Stoneham smirking at me whilst taking a drag of MY cigarette, she breaths it out in that annoying sexy fucking way of hers and puts it back to my lips, I finally get my now even more needed dose of nicotine. I close my eyes and sigh, blowing the smoke out by my nose; I feel Freddie put a protective arm around me.

"You two are skipping class? Wow, I never thought you had it in you." Oh for fucks sake, I didn't know she was here too. I open my eyes, Effy's still smirking at me and then I notice the blonde standing slightly behind her. Of course, what was Effy without her bitchy side kick, Naomi Campbell?

"Kieran's being a prick so we're going to have a smoke instead." Freddie answers sternly.

"Sweet." Effy says with no emotion whatsoever, I wonder how and why I ever fell for her sometimes. But that's how she and Naomi are; they are both closed off and emotionless, except Naomi is arrogant, stubborn and bitchy, where as Effy is mysterious, stubborn and has a way of knowing things without even being told. Around college they are both known as "Miss emotionless." It's a pathetic nickname really, but at the same time its perfect because there's no better word to describe either of them, but why the fuck do they both have to be so beautiful?

"Right, well we have somewhere else to be." I say and turn to leave, pulling Freddie with me.

"There's a party at Effy's tonight, you should both come." Me and Freddie stop, we already know that Effy's having a party from people talking around College so it was no surprise, but for them to be invited…no, for them to be invited BY Naomi was a surprise, a fucking big one at that. I look up at Freddie with my eyebrows raised, he looks as shocked as me, but he looks down at me with a smile and shrugs his shoulders.

"We'll think about it." He says simply without looking back and we carry on walking.

"What the fuck was that about?" I finally ask when we enter the shed, Freddie crashes in the chair and I on the sofa, he pulls a spliff out from his tin and lights it, taking a long drag before replying.

"Fuck knows, maybe their turning soft." He chuckles and hands me the spliff, I take a couple of drags and hold it in my lungs for a few seconds before breathing it out.

"Don't be ridiculous, I don't think they know the meaning of the word soft. I just can't believe Campbell invited us." I shake my head, the thought still bewilders me.

"We should be honoured, first class invitation." We laugh and pass the spliff back and forth; it doesn't take long until I can feel the delightful effects from the weed.

"Should we go?" Freddie asks, sounding rather spaced out, I try to think it over but I'm too busy concentrating on the smoke that twirls in the air, it just twirls and curls and makes pretty patterns, I'm too distracted so I come up with the simplest, and probably the best answer.

"Well, they'll both probably be shagging someone so we'll hardly see them; we can go and get trashed. A party's a party. "

It's decided, we'll make an appearance and get trashed and then fuck off, sounds good, but then anything sounds good after a spliff.

A few spliffs later, a bottle of vodka and a few beers and an attempt to get changed, we're stumbling down the road to Effy's house. We don't know what time the party starts so we made a safe bet and went for…whenever we could be bothered to move. I'm already completely fucked and so is Freddie but he has more control than I do, I keep swaying to imaginary music and almost falling every so often, Freddie just laughs every time and helps keep me on my feet.

This should be an interesting night.

So what do you all think? :) R&R please!