Naomi's POV

"Jesus Christ…" the morning sun shone through my window waking me from my dreaded sleep the night before. I need to stop drinking on weekdays. No, not that quite yet. But the least I could do was remember to shut the shades if I insisted on getting sloshed every night.

I wouldn't be this way if I weren't so distracted. Every time I tried to finish my studies I could barely focus. Granted it was usually from Effy, and occasionally Cook, ringing, there were always those special rare times when it was that little… No. No no no. I'm independent. I like being a loner. I enjoy my time with the few friends I have. Strictly friends.

I got dressed in a hurry, seeing as I woke up half to the start of College. I walked quickly through the park until I stood standing in front of the College steps. I saw her sitting near the top of the stairs with a book in her hands. I noticed her head tilt up just slightly, as if she was looking for something. Maybe me? Wait, no.

I shifted my body walking up the stairs diagonally to the right. I tried to slide behind a young bloke walking in front of me, when I was bumped in the opposite direction having completely miscalculated his speed. I sprawled across the steps and directly into the path of her.

"Eh… ugh… sorry Ems…" Wow great time to have a speech impediment. She looked at me, alarmed at first until a smile slowly spread across her face.

"It's ok… How's it feel falling?" Emily asked. Falling for her? Oh wait, falling ON her. Right.

"You know me, always willing to get down." Get down? Really? I just said that. I need to stop over thinking this and get to class. "But anyways, I'm in a rush for Politics, I'll see you around, yeah?" I began to gather myself and walk up the remainder of the stairs, hopefully without falling again.

"Naomi wait…." I stopped dead in my tracks, slowly turning around to face her again. She continued "… want to ditch after third period? I'm not interested much in the History department at this school, and I don't think this book will last me into lunch." Her lips twisted at the side of her cheeks, raising into a crook smile. I shook my head back to reality.

"Ugh yeah sure, I don't think I'm much interested in our loss of the states anymore. What were you thinking?"

"Oh, we'll figure it out when the time comes." As she said that, she stood up and walked past me still smirking. Her bright red hair brushed lightly against the side of my arm. I stood there for a good minute before snapping back to reality. I turned around and began walking into the building. Here's to the longest three hours of my life…