Alright, so I figured I would start a new piece. I'm not totally sure where I'm going with it, but if you've enjoyed my previous writings then hopefully you'll enjoy this!
Pretty Visitors, Chapter 1.
Naomi's POV
I'm rifling through the post like a girl possessed, and I know that I'm freaking out my flatmate with my uncharacteristic enthusiasm but I don't give a toss.
Freddie takes another bite of his sandwich and chews whilst giving me the 'what the fuck' stare.
When I see the blue and yellow insignia stamped at the top of a thick, beige, envelope, my heart stops.
I push away my nervousness and tear the letter open:
"Naomi Campbell,
It is my pleasure to inform you that you have been accepted for the two semester Academic Exchange between Goldsmiths University and Smith College. There were numerous, well-rounded applicants competing for this exchange, so consider yourself very lucky to have been given the opportunity to study abroad at our prestigious academy. Below you will find the details of your enrolment, please read them carefully and have the attached forms completed and returned promptly.
On behalf of the staff and student body of Smith College, congratulations and welcome."
My grin is basically splitting my face, so words aren't necessary for Freddie to figure out that it was an acceptance letter rather than a dejection one.
Within moments his grin is matching mine and I'm wrapped up in his big arms as he peppers kisses on top of my head. Usually I don't allow this kind of contact, but I've make an exception for now due to the fact that the goal I've been working towards for months has finally been reached.
When we part, I let out another uncharacteristic squeal and allow myself a brief celebratory arse-wiggle.
Fuck yeah! I, Naomi Campbell, am going to study in America!
"Congrats, Naoms, I knew you'd get in!"
"Thanks Freds... I'm really gonna miss you while I'm away."
My happiness turns bittersweet then. Even though I'll soon be attending the really fucking prestigious all-girls university that I've been drooling over for half a year, it still means that I'm going to be leaving my best mate.
Freddie reads my change in mood swiftly and scoops me up in another hug, "I know, babe, I'll miss you too. But don't let me stop you from leaving!" He finishes his sentence with fake arrogance in his tone and winks at me, effectively chasing away my bad mood for the foreseeable future.
We just smile at one another for a minute before he speaks up,
"So, when do you leave?"
"Two weeks."
The last two weeks were spent in a flurry of packing, doctors visits, travel statements, and going-away parties. To say I'm exhausted would be an understatement, but it was worth it because now I'm here. Fucking finally.
I had to practically beat my sobbing mum off of me at Heathrow, thus making a right spectacle out of the both of us, and then sit through a stuffy, six hour flight before I was actually in the USA.
The weather is really rather gorgeous, the air is crisp, the sun is bright, and it's not bloody raining. I practiced some calming exercises on the bus ride from the airport to the campus, breathing in and out with perfect control to try and keep my nerves at bay. I know that they're basically useless, but it still makes me feel like I'm being proactive.
I'm a few weeks behind as far as the Fall term goes, and I'm really not looking forward to being the awkward new exchange student who decided to show up late.
Fuck it, though. This is my chance to reinvent myself; none of these kids will know of my existence until I show myself. I can either continue on living with the bookish, snarky, and closed off Naomi Campbell that could be found roaming the streets of London- or I could be a new and improved version of myself who's genuinely confident, open, and sociable. I'm still going to be a sarcastic bitch, though. As if I'd ever lose that.
So here I am, stood in the centre of the Smith campus looking like an utter twat. I've got no fucking clue as to where my dorm is, so I'm kind of just looking around blindly with several beat-up luggage cases resting at my feet. I guess I'll go for a wander, then.
Apparently the dormitory buildings are actually these beautifully designed old houses that got converted into student housing. They're a fuck ton more aesthetically pleasing than the drab brick complexes at Goldsmiths.
Also in recent news, there may be a god, because my prayers of 'let me find my fucking building' have finally been answered. I'm struggling to pull myself through the narrow front entrance without doing any damage to my new home via my luggage when I hear an obnoxiously loud cackle.
Fuck's sake, I better not have to within earshot of that laugh. I say another silent prayer, come on god! Lets see if you can get 2 for 2.
"What the fuck do you think you're staring at, bitch?" Oops, looks like the owner of the aforementioned cackle realised that I've been shooting a disdainful look in her direction.
Alright Campbell, don't be a pushover with your response, but don't be a total cunt either.
I drag my eyes up and down the figure in front of me, mentally conjuring up a list of her possible self-dislikes, eventually choosing to comment on her short stature and abundance of makeup.
"A two-foot tart, apparently." Oops again, I already went against my first rule. Oh well, sometimes being a cunt is appropriate. I give myself a mental pat on the back when her chin drops in shock.
The girl shoves her purse into the arms of some waif-looking brunette behind her, shit, I didn't even notice anyone else was here. Now that I've seen her though, her presence is obvious.
Waif girl just smirked at me and said "Katie, stop" in a tone that clearly showed a lack of interest in the current situation.
Naturally, the tart- 'Katie', I'm assuming- ignored the waif and began stomping towards me. She's trying to be threatening but it's really kind of cute, to be honest. Like when a kitten tries to attack your foot.
She stops less than a metre in front of me and pushes her chest up and out to try and create the illusion of a few more inches. She's still eye-level with my nose, though.
"Do you know who the fuck I am?"
I look questioningly at her, pretending to think about my answer.
"Mmm… nope." -I pop the 'p' for added effect-
"I'm Naomi Campbell, pleasure to meet you!"
I stick out my hand in a half-arsed attempt at initiating a handshake and the tart promptly smacks my hand away.
That was actually a bit painful, not like I'd let her know that, though. I'm no pussy, but her gaudy assortment of bling fucking smarts!
"I'm Katie Fucking Fitch! Who the fuck are you?!"
Well, miss Katie Fucking Fitch is quite abrasive, and apparently a bit forgetful. I don't give any outward reaction to her last exclamation because I know it's what'll wind her up the most.
"Once again-" I stick out my hand, "Naomi Campbell, at your service" I give her a well practiced shit-eating grin.
Wrong move on my part, I think she might actually hit me.
She hit me! She actually fucking hit me!
"don't treat me like I'm fucking stupid, you blonde bitc-"
She's winding up to hit me again when Waif-mate springs in to action.
Well, not so much of a springing motion, rather, she ambled in to a very small bout of action.
Waif-mate grabs Katie by the wrist and wraps her in a bear hug, somehow managing to restrain her while only appearing to be giving a friendly hug. I can tell the actual purpose based on how Katie is trying to break free.
"Play nice, Katiekins…" She says soothingly before she offers me her oddly white hand, "Effy, pleasure."
When I release her hand she gives me a small, albeit friendly, smile.
"You're new here," She doesn't ask, she tells.
It's a bit unsettling but I'm enjoying her straightforwardness.
"Room number?"
"Erm…8B?"
Effy gives me another mysterious smirk as Katie, who had more or less given up her struggling and resigned herself to being dead weight in Effy's arms, lifts her head.
"Effs, isn't that yo-"
Effy cuts her off.
"Well then, hello, roomie."
It taks a moment for the penny to drop but when it does I'm surprised to find myself feeling happy about my dorming situation. Sure, I'm more of a loner, but I think Effy the mystery-waif and I could get along pretty well.
Katie groans dramatically, "Ughhh! I don't want this loser taking my bed!"
Wait what? Her bed?
Effy rolls her shockingly blue eyes.
"Shush, Katie, you don't even go here."
I hold in a snort at the blatant line stealing.
"Uh, Obviously? The only people that go here are freaks and dykes."
Effy looks pointedly at her; I scoff at her gall.
"And you too, duh." She makes sure that I'm aware of her appeasing comment only being aimed at the brunette, "I go to UMass for a reason, and it can be found in the pants of the hunky guys in Zeta Pi." She winks and I feel sick.
It doesn't surprise me that Katie is into the whole frat scene, and honestly, as much as I hate generalising, I couldn't see a girl like Katie at Smith anyway . Unfortunately theres still a chance I'll be taking classes with her, seeing as Smith partners with the four surrounding colleges. Chances of that are slim though, I don't think I'm gonna sign up for Blowjobs 101 or whatever bollocks she'd probably take. As humorous as the class would surely be, it's just not a subject I'm interested in; been there, done that, almost vomited on Freddie's lap. Don't care for repeats.
...You can tell that we're true mates because that experience didn't even put a damper on our friendship. I'm really gonna miss that fucker...
I've zoned out long enough to miss what I'm sure would have been some amusing banter between my two new 'friends'- (I crack myself up, honestly) and now I'm watching Katie strut out the front door while Effy beckons me to help drag my luggage up the stairs.
Due to my adoration of fags and booze, I'm struggling for breath by the time we get to the third floor. Effy knocks the door open with her presumably bony hip and watches me throw my belongings into the empty corner of the room. When I'm done I turn around to face her.
I'm kind of uncomfortable to find her staring at me. She's not doing it in a vicious or even sexual way though, more of an appraisal. It makes me even more uncomfortable; I don't like people trying to figure me out.
She holds my gaze for a moment before speaking, "I'll let you settle in, then. Be back in a few hours if you want to get a quick tour… Oh, and don't mind Katie, she's mostly harmless." She smirks when she glances at my still-reddened cheek, "I think you'll like her sister though. I'll introduce you to the gang tonight."
What the fuck is that supposed to mean? I scoff at the thought of liking anybody with similar DNA to Katie.
With a final smirk and a halfhearted wave she's gone.
Alright… It's late afternoon now. I'm definitely taking a nap, then later I guess I'll put the whole "being sociable" idea into action. Hopefully it doesn't backfire.
So, thoughts, comments, questions, advice, criticism, death threats? I'd love to hear what you think because I'm not too sure if I actually want to continue this story. Let me know, I'll reply if I'm able to squeeze the time into my oddly busy schedule!