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Chapter 2: That hurts

'Okay, when I open my eyes, I will still be in Australia. One, two, three. Damn it.' The blonde's thoughts only made it more difficult when she realised she was indeed still in bright, sunny London. Oh yeah and the bright and sunny part was sarcasm. As she dragged herself out of bed for her ritual morning coffee she hears the loud thump before she feels it. Gritting her teeth she rubs away the pain in her shin.

"Babe, I told you to move these fucking boxes!" she practically shouted at her sleeping husband.

"mmmph" was her response. 'Great' she thought, 'I married an ogre'. The pain didn't stop at tripping over boxes though, she proceeded to burn herself making coffee, cute her finger making toast (with a butterknife? Come on!) then to top it off hit her head on the roof of her car. She thought to herself 'this is going to be a great day, I can feel it already', it was bad enough it was her first day at school, teaching obviously, never mind showing up covered in bandages limping around on crutches all day. Ok that was a bit of over exaggeration but still...

"Miss. Campbell I presume?" a perky male voice from behind startled her from her revere.

"Uh, yeah, me Campbell, Mrs. Actually." She stuttered, great first impression Campbell, well done.

"I see, we'll be heading this way then for you first class." His smile obviously fake, he seemed disappointed that she was married, nevertheless undressing her with his eyes. She gave him a polite smile, choosing to ignore the mischievous glint in his eye as he dragged his eyes from her neckline to meet hers.

"Yes, Mr.?"

"Harold, call me Harold, all the kids do, although I daresay I never gave them permission." He let out a creepy chuckle and Naomi let out a nervous one. 'I already don't like it here' she thought, 'at least he hasn't picked up on my accent and given himself something to probe about. Ew, probe' she let out an involuntary shudder at having thought about probing while she was standing next to this greasy old man.

"Shall we?" he gestured down the hall and she followed him to her first class, hoping that these children knew at least something of world history...

'Shit' Naomi thought, 'I'm fucking lost already, all I need is the damn toilet...' her thought trailed off when she caught movement from inside a door that was left half ajar, glancing in she saw a petite frame bending over a desk, she wore a grey pencil skirt that really accentuated her curves, Naomi thought, not that she was perving, of course not. She sported a head of vibrant red hair slung up into an untidy bun and a white blouse that drifted open just enough so that at this angle Naomi could clearly see the curve of her breast just below her collar bone. 'Shit, I am perving, why am I perving? I don't perve on girls...' she suddenly noticed that during her staring (staring not perving) her heart rate had begun to quicken, her heart pounding against her chest uncontrollably, she rest her hand against the door to steady herself, only causing it to squeak open, inspiring an irritated 'yes' from the redhead. The toilet long forgotten, Naomi stood transfixed, unable to move. The silence prompted the redhead to shift her gaze, Naomi swears her heart stopped beating for a whole second when her eyes met the deep brown ones of the redhead in front of her. She continued staring, she thinks she heard a small 'oh' from the redhead but she couldn't be sure, the whole scene felt surreal, like she was floating but somehow grounded at the same time. A droning bell sounded, breaking the women from their daze, Naomi already knew she hated this bell, because now she needed to say something, and she had no idea what it would be.

"...Hi" she opted for something simple, non-committal. It was a good start.

"Hello." The redhead managed to say after clearing her throat. Her voice, deep and husky, sent shivers through Naomi's entire body.

"You must be Miss. Campbell, yeah?" the redhead spoke again after a few paces of silence. Naomi cleared her own throat before swiftly bringing herself crashing back down to reality with her own next words.

"I am yes and its Mrs actually... but you can call me Naomi" she watched for the redhead's reaction and was not surprised to see a quick flash of disappointment across her beautiful features, 'wait' she thought, 'beautiful? Since when do I refer to random people I've just met beautiful?' after a moment of shock at her own thoughts she realised they had again fallen into silence.

"And you are?" she asked, she didn't know why, but she had a strong feeling she wanted to, no, NEEDED to know everything about this woman.

"Emily, Emily Fitch, pleasure to meet you." She replied holding out her hand in invitation, neither was expecting the feeling they both experienced when their palms touched and their fingers curled around each other's hands. It could only be described as pure electricity and heat combined.

"Wait... your name is Naomi Campbell?" Emily inquired before bursting into fits of laughter, the mood in the room suddenly changed and although Naomi was sick to death of people laughing at her name, she would change her name to Willy Fiddlestick if it made Emily laugh, because Naomi discovered she would be quite happy to listen to the most beautiful sound in the world for the rest of her life.

Hey guys review? Don't worry I don't believe in none of that love at first site bullshit either, this is only the beginning, angst to come kiddies.