Title: Highs and Lows at Bristol Grammar.

Author:

Characters/Pairings: Naomi/Emily, Effy/Katie.

Rating: M [For swearing, sex and everything else.]

Category: Romance/Drama.

Spoilers: None.

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

Summary: Katie is dating school's bad girl Effy and Emily is lonely and confused with Naomi who can't seem to keep herself in class and can't seem to keep her head right.

A/N: This was actually really fun to write, I've always wanted a story about them all in school. I'd love to read it so I thought I'd write my own. Reviews are most welcome as is praise and constructive criticism.

I stared out of the window next to me and stared over the green playing fields that were incredibly green because of the many layers of sunlight covering them. How I'd love to be out there in that lovely weather with the feeling of freedom but no, I'm sat here in Friday 4th period Math. The most fun lesson of the day obviously.

My teacher yelled something at me and I looked up. He sighed and carried on with whatever he was doing. I rolled my eyes and started to mess with my pen, twiddling it between my fingers continuously, giving it all the attention in the world. I sighed out of complete boredom and the door opened. I only had to look to the side and across the room to see what was going on as I sat in the left corner at the back of the room on my own. I had my only friend in this lesson but she was moved because we talked too much, typical I guess. This school just takes everything I have away from me.

"Miss Campbell are you determined to fail Math? Must you be sent out of every single one of your Math lessons?" Mr Green, my math teacher, yelled at the Blonde haired beauty that had just walked through the door. The sunlight coming from the windows were caught on her face and showed her angelic appearance and it also brought out her perfection. Her deep blue eyes reflected passion and gleamed as she smirked. She stood there in her blouse with about four buttons undone with a red t-shirt on underneath. Her black skirt wasn't as bad as everyone else as it was only a few centimetres above knee length, but she was the sort of person who didn't suit skirts unbelievably short. She wore black pumps with her black school socks. Her blazer was draped over her brown messenger back which was covered in badges and writing.

"Yes, I must. It's fun. The only fun I can have here it seems." She replied, still with a smirk on her face. She was one of those troublemakers but she only seemed to get sent out of maths, English and PE. I have to admit, it is funny when she argues with the teachers when she has been sent into their lesson as well but at the same time, its stupid really, she's only throwing her chances away. It's like a death sentence if you fail your GCSE's at Bristol Grammar.

"God help you. Take a seat next to Fitch and don't corrupt her, and don't attempt to talk to her all lesson like the last million lessons." He said, turning back around to his beloved board to carry on teaching. She placed her bag on the desk and sat down next to me; she turned to me and smiled. I smiled back at her and she just sat there looking at the roof. I kept stealing glances at her throughout the last half an hour of the lesson and then the bell went.

"Emily! Come on, I want to get out of here!" I heard Katie say to me, I quickly packed my stuff up and walked out of the room with her. "God, as if she got sent out again. She well likes you Ems." She said to me. I shook my head.

"No Katie, she just can't stay in her lessons." I replied quickly.

"Yeah so that explains that the lessons that she has with you that she behaves in and the lessons you don't share she gets kicked out and into yours and my classes huh and also the fact that she's looking over here from her locker." She said to me with her own trademark smirk on her face.

"Oh Katie. Shut up." I whispered as I ran my hand through my hair and opened my locker, I did turn around for a second and catch her looking at me. Oh if only what Katie said was actually right.