Hey guys! It's the review whore speaking, thanks so much for those by the way, they made me smile like a real idiot. So I woke up today, no electricity in my house which is rather strange seeing there was like no thunderstorm and the sun was shining as hell. Anyway, on this oh so uninteresting anecdote, here's chapter 2! Cheersssss!

So here I am, standing alone like a fucking twat, watching Katie and Effy talking to Emily, completely oblivious to the fact that I didn't follow them. And really, it's stupid. I should be able to go over there and greet that complete fucking stranger, right? Right? Yet, it seems my legs are having a rebellion of their own, deciding that they had enough of following my brain's order, even though that usually organized and confident brain seems pretty confused at the moment. I might not have a lot of friends, god that makes me sound like some kind of hermit, but Naomi Campbell is certainly not one to shy away when it comes to meeting new people. And to talk about herself at the third person apparently. Although, there's something different about that girl, Emily. She just seems so...cool. You know? Not the WAG type of cool or something, because, let's face it, those girls just think they're cool while they're just pathetic women desperate for attention. No. Emily just seems at ease with herself, just the way she talks to everyone, as if she knew the whole party, the way she makes the little group of people now gathered around her laugh, the elegant way she smokes her fag, everything about her just screams confidence. And, if I may be honest with you, why wouldn't I, seeing as I'm talking to myself?, she's a bit intimidating. Hence the "I'm not moving from where I am" attitude.

I can't believe they're twins though. I mean, I can see they share the same facial features, duh, but I never really thought about Katie as a particularly pretty girl, even if I know that's what all guys here are probably thinking. Although in their case you'd probably replace the word pretty with fuckable. Emily, on the other hand, is amazingly pretty. No scratch that. She is beautiful, fucking divine really. And that's the other reason why I just can't seem to go over there and join the group. She is wearing this short black jeans skirt with a deep blue tank top that shows just the right amount of cleavage, a long silver necklace, vertiginously high black heels and she has this cute little quiff in her fiery red hair.

Just the sight of her, can we all keep in mind that I didn't even talk to the girl yet?, makes me feel warm in the pit of my stomach and I really don't like it. I'm not one to lose control or to be overwhelmed by unknown feelings. Okay, I might know this feeling, but I'm certainly not going to name it. Lust. Fuck. Shut up brain, I hate you. Christ, I need a drink.

OOOOOO

Three hours later, and I'm far from being halfway as trashed as I should be, seeing I had to take care of fucking Katie who didn't seem to be able to keep to herself the billions tequila shots she took. And with billions, I am clearly underestimating the situation.

"Ok Katie" I say, speaking clearly and loudly so she can understand me over the music that we can hear coming through the bathroom's door "we're going to go back to the apartment now and you'll go to bed."

"Noooo, the party is far from over Naomi!" she slurs, before kneeling suddenly on the floor in front of the toilet.

Fucking hell.

"Are you ok Katie?" I ask, while kneeling besides her.

"I'm all dizzy, I wanna go home..." What did I just say?

"Look, you stay there, I'll go get your purse and we'll head back home. Just stay where you are."

"You know what Naomi? You're like a fucking real good girl. You're just so boring" she says, now giggling at god only knows what drunken joke she just made in her head "you have to loosen up a bit..." Yeah, whatever.

"I'll be back in a sec'" I sigh exasperatedly, while turning the handle of the bathroom's door.

Outside, it's pure and total chaos. I can barely make my way down the stairs with all the bodies spread all over, some of them totally trashed, snoring, oblivious to where they are while some others are just making out, noisily if I may add.

Finally, I find Katie's purse in the kitchen, with no vomit in it. I always check now, out of a previous disgusting personal experience. Yeah, I know. What a glamorous life. I'm about to leave the kitchen when I hear this low, husky voice behind me, sending unexplainable shivers down my spine

"You're one of Katie's friends, right?"

I slowly turn back and I am met by the deepest pool of brown, a glint of amusement dancing in them as she, Emily, is patiently waiting for my answer. Oh yeah. That's my cue. Say something you idiot.

"I'm one of her roommate actually." I say, finally gathering my thoughts.

"Well, nice to meet you roomy. I'm Emily, Katie's sister. Obviously." she says, leaning against the doorframe, shamelessly eyeing me up and down.

"I'm Naomi..." I reply, uncomfortably shifting from one foot to another. Damn, man up a bit Campbell!

"So...Naomi" she starts, rolling my name on her tongue as if she was saying something unbelievably dirty "would you like to share a spliff with me outside? It's way too hot in here, I need some fresh air."

"Uhm, ok...well...yeah. I mean, sure yeah." Smooth babe, real smooth.

As I follow Emily in the garden at the back of the house, I can't help but notice the way her hips are gently swaying in her skirt as she walks. Her legs are perfectly toned and she has this unbelievably creamy white, silk like skin. We finally sit side by side on a bench at the back of the garden, the sweet smell of lilies rapidly filling our nostrils, brought by the gentle summer breeze. The night is really beautiful actually. There are not many lights outside the house, making it possible to admire the stars illuminating this glorious velvet sky. As I lose myself in the moment, I feel Emily shift on the bench, coughing lightly to get my attention. Meeting my eyes, she hands me the spliff and we just sit there, smoking, both lost in our own thoughts.

"Katie told me you're a med student" Emily starts after a moment "that must be a shitload of work, am I right?"

"God, you have no fucking idea!" I say, bringing a smile to her lips. "But the human body is a pretty vast subject, there's really no time to get bored." Says the nerd.

"Hmm, tell me about it." she replies, her brown eyes once again travelling along my body before meeting my eyes, making me less and less comfortable.

"What do you do Emily?" I say, desperately trying to break the clear tension between us.

"I'm a bartender at night, other than that you can say I'm a free spirit." replies Emily, a smug smile on her face. A free spirit? What the fuck?

Suddenly, Emily bursts into a fit of giggles, clenching her hands on her side and trying to find her breath. Again, what the fuck?

"Look Emily, I'd better go..." I say, getting a bit angry with Emily's unstoppable laughing.

"No, Naomi wait" she says, finally regaining some seriousness and catching my wrist "I'm sorry, but you should have seen the look on your face when I told you I was a "free spirit"! God, it was fucking priceless! I'm not that show off you know?" she continues, a bright smile now covering her face, her brown eyes asking me to sit down back on the bench.

"Ha ok...Sorry..." I reply with a sheepish smile.

After that, the tension between Emily and me is almost gone. Almost. Still, every time I feel her arm brushing against mine, my heart starts to beat frantically. It appears that she is in fact very smart and actually fucking hilarious. We've been having small talk for almost half an hour now when suddenly, I remember something. Katie. Shit, shit shit, shitification.

"Fuck!" I say out loud, rapidly getting up, slightly startling Emily who was in the process of telling me this ridiculously funny story about her and Katie having to take a dump together until they were nine.

"What's wrong?"asks Emily, visibly surprised by my loud outburst.

"I have to g-" I was about to explain the whole "your sister got totally trashed on tequila" situation when a fit guy with black hair passes his head through the back door, waving towards Emily to bring her back inside the house. She just nods with a weird smile and turns to face me

"Well, it's been nice talking to you Naomi." she says, looking for something into her bag. Finally she hands me her phone, visibly waiting for me to do the same.

"Hum God sorry, I didn't bring my phone tonight...With this dress, the only place to put it would have been my knickers and I was not very fond of the idea." She laughs, a deep and husky laugh. Note to myself: making Emily laugh is fucking incredible. I'd be glad to devote my life to this noble task.

"Can you at least give me your number?" she asks while we're done laughing.

"Oh hum yeah yeah sure" I reply, blushing a bit. What for? No fucking idea.

"I think I have a pencil somewhere in there" she says, searching in her bag for the second time. She's so cute when she concentrates, furrowing her brows with her tongue between her lips.

"Got it! Ok, give me your hand...and....voilà!" she finishes victoriously. "Guess we'll call it a night then Naomi. See you soon" she says, looking straight in my eyes and leaning in to give me a lingering kiss on the cheek, sending thousands of electric waves through my body. She probably feels my light shivering because she flashes me a last knowing smirk and starts heading back to the house, slightly grazing my arse as she does. Sweet Lord.

Finally regaining some composure after standing rooted to the same spot for what seem like hours, just looking with incredulous eyes at Emily's phone number written in my hand, I make my way back to the bathroom to find a sleeping Katie curled on the floor, snoring like a fucking lumberjack.

OOOOOO

After dragging Katie to our apartment and being welcome by the sound of Effy's loud moans and some masculine heavy breathing, fuck me if I know how this girl manages to get a new sex slave every fucking time, I'm tugged up under the covers of my dear bed, finally allowing my thoughts to focus on a certain red head. She is pretty forward, which I find very intimidating but at the same time, it's nice to feel wanted, and Emily made herself clear enough about that tonight. I just don't get why she chose me. I saw how pretty much all the girls at the party, I'm talking gay or straight here, were throwing their selves at her, desperate for her attention and yet it's me she decided to talk to. Also, I don't know why but I can't seem to shake the feeling that our meeting in the kitchen wasn't a coincidence, almost as if she was looking for me, which is strange enough considering I've never met the girl. Christ Naomi, stop overanalyzing everything. As I'm about to drift into a deep slumber, I can see the flash of light coming from the phone on my nightstand, gently informing me of a new message. Probably Cook telling me that another girl had "a glimpse of the Cookie Monster lovin'". To my surprise, it's a text from Emily. Yeah, I know, I already entered her number. Oh, shut up.

Hey doctor! Fancy a cup of coffee tomorrow? E. Xx

I chuckle at the fact that she's calling me a doctor, that's kind of sweet. Should I go? No. I have to study tomorrow anyway, I'm starting this week of observation at the hospital in two days and I certainly don't want to look like a twat in front of real fucking doctors. A sudden flash of red and brown seems to change my decision as I start to type

Even if you're not sick I'll make an exception ;) What about the Uni Starbucks at 11? N x

Five minutes later came the reply that sent me in a night of wonderfully red tainted dreams

Be there. Sweet dreams. Exx

Score Campbell.

So that's it! I know it might look like some kind of déjà-vu but don't worry my darlings, I'm getting somewhere! Someone who reviewed the first chapter gave me a cyber hug and I thought it was sweet, so CYBER HUG everyone!