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Chapter 1

Naomi POV

"Nearly there" I hear mum announce excitedly, Christ was she that happy to get rid of me? Not that I'm not excited to finally get some space of my own, but she could at least hide that massive grin across her face. We approached a set of large black gates; I glanced to my left and was welcomed by a sign which reads 'Welcome to The University of Manchester' shit that makes it all official. Pressing my face against the window like a kid I take in the scenery which I'd be surrounded by for the next three years. It was such a beautiful place. I chuckle to myself, realising how stupid I sound, am I really getting giddy over more education?

We pull up in a crowded car park, I sigh at the amount of people I see huddled around each other; I hated confrontation, and this clearly was going to be confrontational. I mean I hate the whole settling in process. It bores me. I just want to get hammered! I was already aware that there would be plenty of that coming my way.

Stepping outside the car, I slam the door shut, only making my mother jump. "Anyone would think you're being forced to come here with an attitude like that"

"An attitude like what?!" I protest, only to be ignored as my mother releases an elongated sigh

Well I might as well get my stuff and go, it was evident she wasn't willing to stay, thank fuck. I shuffled towards the back of the car, grabbing all my stuff; by myself. "You know mum, it would be nice if you actually helped me get my stuff out" I declared whilst looking at her emotionless face through the in-car-mirror

"Naomi I'm not a fucking baggage handler!" her eyes darting to meet mine

"Could have fooled me" I muttered whilst dragging my remaining bags from the car. As you can tell, my mother has always been the one full of enthusiasm; you could almost say it runs in the family. No sarcasm intended.

I heard a muffled sound from across the car park, in which everyone seemed to direct their attention to, I couldn't hear much, but everyone began to gather their belongings and headed straight towards the campus. Not wanting to be the ugly duckling, I rushed to get all my stuff, shared a few words with my mother and hurried to catch up with the crowd of people.

Thank god that's over; I can't bare to listen to that twat rant on anymore about campus rules and regulations. You know I thought the whole idea of leaving your parents was to put an end to being treated like a kid; But whatever. At least from now on I wont have my so-called 'mum' trailing behind me like a lost puppy.

I don't think I have ever been this excited in my entire life, I mean, I never get excited about meeting new people, or even feel remotely comfortable about being somewhere new for a night, let alone for three years! Then again, what's new after three years? Haha. I'd soon feel right at home anyway. For the hundredth time (no exaggeration) I pick up all my bags and finally head towards my halls, and about time too, I'm knackered! Luckily it's only a five minute walk so I won't be breaking my back in an attempt to get there safely.

As I approach the modern looking building I notice that there's already a few people inside, now, I'm not a judgemental person, but I'm slightly sceptical; after all they're complete strangers that I'm going to be sharing a floor with. Nonetheless I plough through the door not giving a care in the world; I don't really have a choice now.

Ahhh it's nice to have everything organised and in its place, although I think everyone would agree that the rooms were made to cater a mouse. They resemble a shoebox. Now seeing as though everyone's new to the whole uni situation I might as well go speak to someone considering no one's made the effort to come and speak to me. I've probably been placed into a group of people that were deprived from all kinds of social situations, and if that's the case, I'm outta here!

Closing my door behind me, I make my way towards to next room to the right, knocking gently on the door I wait to see who hides behind it. As the door swings open a petite red-headed girl greets me with a warm smile, and I couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was. "Hi I'm Naomi, I thought I'd introduce myself seeing as though we'd be living together for a while, so.. Hey" I noticed her cheeks growing a red colour as she tilted her head towards the floor, before lifting it again.

"Hi I'm Emily" Her husky voice was an addition to her looks, and it was seriously husky-sounding, and it made her so much more attractive.

"Wanna come and see who else is on our floor? I'd rather not go alone"

"Sure, but I just need to finish unpacking my stuff" She said whilst chuckling

"Do you want some help? I've finished mine" I seriously wanted to get to know Emily before anyone else could, she was intriguing, and of course she's quite attractive. I mean I know I've only just met her, but her perfectly contrasted skin, her red velvet hair and her piercing brown eyes don't go unnoticed.

"It would be helpful, as long as you don't mind, of course" again she chuckles, that's something I could get used to.

"Of course not! Anyway it gives us more time to get to know each other"

As she turns around I can't help but let my eyes fall down and inspect her perfectly shaped body, curves are all in the right places, and those jeans are doing it for her. Soon enough my eyes are brought back to eye level when she turns to look at me, our eyes are fixated to each others, but only for a brief second as I notice that little smile creep up onto her face and her head dips towards the ground.

Oh great! The last thing I need is anyone knowing I like girls, and I've clearly made it obvious to Emily, this is bad, so bad.

"So... What do you need help with" Breaking the silence was the most I could do right now, I can't handle awkward situations.

"Uhhh you could put those clothes in the wardrobe for me" I step further into her room and gather her clothes, placing them quickly in her wardrobe. I liked her fashion sense; it's kind of casual, but different. Not too girly either. I know I have only just met this girl, but I can see that we're going to have a lot in common, I don't know what it is, but I really like her. She seems; different.

So I never really know where this is going to end up while I'm writing it, but I hope you enjoy it. Again I'd really appreciate it if you left reviews. Next chapter will be up soon.