Disclamer&Notes:
Uhg, no matter how much I wish I did, I do not own, claim or take credit for Skins. Just admire, adore and obsess ^^ Like many of you, yes?
Hope you guys actually like this and I'm not just spamming up this site with rubbish no one will read, haha. Oh well, I'm having fun writing it and it beats sitting at home doing nothing. I like sitting at home pretending.
R&R yes? Thank you :)
[Naomi]
Uhg, lunch. The cafeteria sits packed as ever. Like every other day. I don't know why the fuck I keep coming here. Doesn't help that it's raining and I don't have any smokes left. I'll get some after school, hopefully I can fucking last that long.
Sitting alone, again. I like it as far as sitting goes. Means I don't have to endure peoples bull shit and resist the urge to hook someone. Look at them, honestly. A pack of gits. You'd think they wouldn't know left from fucking right with the way they act.
I can feel someone watching me. It's uncomfortable to say the fucking least but hey, maybe I like attention. What with these rumours flying around it's not like people staring should matter, right?
Just keep eating Naomi, time'll pass. Just you wait.
Fuck yeah time will pass. When pigs fucking fly. This schools too suppressing for anything to seemingly go by quickly. Load of crap if you ask me. At least the days nearly over though. Who knows, maybe I'll bunk off after lunch. I honestly can't be stuffed sitting another class. It's nearly Friday, I have a fucking weekend to plan, a life. You know?
"What?" Someone's shouting. I know that voice. Emily Fintch. Never thought she'd have the balls to shout at Katie. Always thought Emily was the quiet type. Scratch that. I know she's the quiet type. Always seen and rarely heard. Good quality. Sight lot better than her sister. Katie's a fucking bitch.
"I said stop looking at the lezzer you tit." Well at least now I know who was looking at me.
Wait, why was Emily looking at me? "I'm not a fucking lesbian." I speak loud enough so only I can hear my voice, rolling my eyes simply. Can't be bothered fighting with Katie today, she can think whatever the fuck she wants.
Emily's going now. It's obvious she's hurt, or humiliated. Fucking hell Katie. She's always got to do that, put Emily down. I thought twins were meant to be alike. Obviously I stand corrected.
I finish my lunch, not much more to eat really. Fuck the salad. Maybe I want to be fat and overweight oneday. Statistics show fat people are happier people anyway. Well obviously not about their weight but they seem to laugh more.
I like laughing.
Uhg, I feel crap. Not sick, not bad for myself. I feel bad though. I keep thinking about the look on Emily's face. Instinctively I head out the cafeteria, following her but not really wanting too. To lazy not to really. What else am I going to do with my time and lack of fags?
"Hey babe, what's say we have a round tonight?" Disgusting, Cook doesn't know when to stop does he?
"Sorry, I don't do dicks." I flip him off, "it's rugs for me, sweet heart." I wink at Katie. I don't know why but I had to. Had to tease her. Something about seeing her squirm is remarkably satisfying.
"Piss off you fucking lezzer." I'm starting to think Katie's vocabulary isn't all that wide in range and I can't help but laugh. Bitch.
The hallways nearly empty and looking ahead I can see that familiar red head popping into the ladies room. "Who the fuck hangs out in the loo?" I ask aloud. Metaphorically of course. Hypocritically too, I know I've crashed in there a few times myself.
I stop myself at the door, breathing for a moment. What the fuck am I meant to say to her?
Fuck it.
I go in quietly. Empty aside from one cubical, she must be in there.
I make my way over to one of the sinks nearest a window and prop myself up on it. It makes a crap seat but I like sitting high up. Makes me feel like I've got the slightest bit more authority.
She's been in there for a while. I dunno what the fuck she's doing but it's quiet.
Maybe I should go. I step down from the sink but freeze, I can hear the cubical lock turning. Finally, took her fucking time.
She comes out but doesn't even see me. It's as if I'm not even there. I have to stop myself from laughing.
Emily looks herself in the mirror. She looks good today but what would I know? I'm not attracted to girls. But I have to admit, no one wears that shade of purple like she does.
I can't take it anymore, this silence is pissing me off.
"I like your shoes." Shot Naomi, best fucking conversation starter ever.
She seems startled to see me, as if she wished I hadn't followed. Well, if that's the way she wanted it I could always be a snob and walk away.
"Thanks." I wasn't expecting a response.
I can't help it; the words slip out before I can stop myself, "Looking at me, huh?" Fuck, now it sounds like I'm flirting.
"Oh no. I was looking at your shirt, where'd you get it?" It's obvious she's lying but I suppose I could play along. I am capable of being nice, believe it or not.
"Can't remember." I say, tugging on the hem of my shirt. I never really liked it myself but everything else was in the wash, "Got given it a few birthdays back." A lie but it's not like it matters. Mum made it for me Christmas just gone. Up until today I had only warn it once out of politeness.
She's looking at me again. I kind of like the attention. Not in a lesbian way of course.
"Pity you weren't looking at me. Then again I suppose your sister was afraid I'd lez you up if she didn't say anything. Honestly you'd think she thought it was a fucking disease." I'm half being honest, half sarcastic. I thought it was funny but she seems to think it's funnier.
She's got a nice laugh. I like it. As far as laughs go of course.
"Alright." I had to say something. Now she's stopped laughing and I'm hit with awkward silence.
She mumbles an apology but I'm bored now. Fuck it, I may as well leave. At least I made her laugh but I really should be going to class. I can't be bothered bunking off alone despite how appealing that fag is.
"Hey Naomi?" Yes, I'm glad she spoke up.
"Yeah?"
"Do you want to come to Suave with me?"
"The Cafe or the Burlesque house?" I'm hoping it's the latter. She better not think I am a fucking lezzo.
"The Cafe." She laughs again. Thank god.
"Sure, when?" Please be now.
"Now?" Yes! Just what I wanted.
"Sure." I shrug and hide a smile. I don't want to seem eager. It's just bunking off school. Nothing special.
"Cool." Cool? That's all she can say?
"So long as you look at my face and not my shirt this time." I can't help but tease her. It's just too much fun.
"I promise." She says, and we leave it at that.
She ducks through the door and I follow her like a lap dog. I hate following but whatever. She seems to know what she's doing and it gives me a chance to dig through my bag for that umbrella.
Found it.
We take the back rout from the school, avoiding teacher detection. I love this rout.
Huddling under the umbrella together. Well, more so me holding it over her. I can already feel my left shoe filling with water. But somehow it feels worthwhile.
Fucking rain.