AN: your reviews have completely made my day :) i really wasn't sure to continue this, but your amazing responses just pushed me on. Thank you so much. I thought I'd get the next chapter out fast so you wouldn't get bored of me :P I don't like this chapter as much as the last, it's really hard to portray the girls feelings as powerfully as i want them to sound. Remember to review :)

Disclaimer: I don't own skins, if i did we wouldn't need to read fanfics because I would have skins on every day for the rest of Lily Loveless and Kathryn Prescotts lives.

Emily, last night was a mistake….

"argh" Naomi creased her forehead in frustration, she'd been sitting in history class for 45 minutes now, and she still couldn't get the words to sound right on the screen. She sighed and flicked her hair out of her eyes, causing her to glance over at the empty seat opposite her, a bolt ran though her heart, making her stomach flutter.

How is this right? A girl can't make me feel like this, feel so, so alive, especially not Emily fitch, I've known her for years and she can't even stand up for herself against her own damn sister. That really winds me up, I mean, if you want something you should go for it right? See if everyone were to stand up for what they believe in we wouldn't have all this shit on the news and stuff, and we'd all be happy and maybe i wouldn't feel so bad about liking a bit of muff instead of cock..

"Naomi…NAOMI"

"Huh?"

"Naomi, the bell went 5 minutes ago, you have been sat there with your eyes squeezed shut for a while now, and quite frankly I'm slightly worried about the safety of that pen in your death grip. Look, your knuckles are going white, relax. Is everything okay?"

"Yeah.." Naomi sighed, putting down the pen and watching it roll across the table.

"Well not really Miss. But it will be soon."

Naomi looked up into Miss Davies eyes, the first eye contact she had given anyone all day, and it seemed that for that fraction of a second, everything was so simple, and that she must have been stupid to never see this before. That all she had to do was run over to the girl who had just declared her love for her, and be happy.

But all too soon the feeling disappeared, she broke eye contact with the young teacher and slumped over in her chair, and rested her head on her hands. Naomi had been tossing and turning all night, thinking about the previous evenings events. She knew that she liked being with Emily, she had noticed the little glances they give each other across the room, the way that Emily would blush whenever Naomi touched her hand, and that walking away from Emily's doorstep last night was possibly the hardest thing she's ever had to do. But that doesn't mean she is in love. Surely not.

A soft tap of the pen rolling off the table and hitting the floor shook Naomi out of her thoughts. Realizing how much of an idiot she must look sitting there gormless, Naomi got up and reached down for her bag, and groaned as she raised its heavy content above her shoulder and rested it there. Naomi smiled at miss Davies one last time before making a quick exit towards the door.

"Oh and Naomi..."

She swiveled around at her name, angry that her time without Emily was being extended even a few more seconds. "Yes?"

"Say hello to Emily for me, I'd be lying if I said I haven't missed her input into my lessons"

Naomi gave Miss Davies another forced smile. Left the room, and sped out of school, smirking to herself as she went, it seems she'd underestimated Miss Davies.

"shit"

Emily groaned as she woke up and realized where she'd been lying. She had been slumped onto her cupboard door, cradling a bottle of vodka for almost 5 hours, and her neck was starting to really ache.

*beep beep*

Emily jumped up and dived across the room for her phone, flicked it open and waited impatiently for the screen to load.

Low Battery

"Fuck." Emily muttered under her breath whilst slinging her phone restlessly across her bed. The redhead turned around and looked at herself in Katies enormous mirror. She was a mess, her makeup was all smudged around her eyes from random crying fits, her normally perfectly styled hair was matted and wild and her face was pale. Paler than her usual porcelain appearance, deathly pale. She gasped at her own reflection.

"How did I get like this?" she mumbled whilst trying desperately to rub some of the black smudges from her face, after getting nowhere, she gave up and let a lone tear roll down her cheek.

Emily didn't even know why she asked herself this, because the answer was clear. Ever since Emily had laid eyes on that tall, beautiful blonde two years ago, her life had gone upside down.

Everything she knew had been re-evaluated, and she'd found herself starting to resent her own family, dispising the way they thought of people, and the way they tutted when simple things such as an episode Will and Grace or The L Word would flick onto the TV. She had pushed away most of the friends she had, thinking that they would not except this 'new' her. They didn't understand why she wanted to hang around weirdo Naomi Campbell when she could be out, getting drunk and lusting over guys who looked like that hadn't seen a toothbrush in weeks.

She had lost trust in everyone, everyone except Effy. Effy had been there for her through it all, although Emily didn't quite understand why. They were completely different, Effy always likes a big party with drugs and alcohol, she would always be in the middle of the dance floor, shaking her hair and flowing to the beat of the music, shrugging off the hordes of guys who tried it on with her. And Emily would always be sitting at the back, drink in hand, watching her friend in awe, wishing that she could get that attention, and more importantly enjoy it. Emily didn't understand why every night Effy would blow off the boys and take Emily home, make sure she was safe. Emily used to fight Effy off, scared of what she didn't understand, but Effy just kept coming back with open arms, until Em realised that she wasn't going anywhere, and that she shouldn't try and change something good, just because she didn't understand it.

*knock knock*

Emily didn't register the first knock on the door, she was used to waiting for Katie to run screaming obscenities down the stairs to let in another one of her rowdy reserves crew. But there was no scream, no banging of feet and definitely no corny fiat horn. So Emily sighed shook her head to release herself from her daydream and headed downstairs, not really giving a fuck who saw her in this state. She didn't have any friends that would be wondering where she was anyway.

Before she approached the door she brushed a hand through her hair, attempting to make herself look a little less like a wildbeast, realizing that there was no helping her hair, she swung open the door and stood frozen and speechless at the person in front of her.

"Emily... um, hey"