Emily

'Hurry up, bitch!' I scream from father's car. He's driving us to college today and my lovely sister Katie is taking her sweet time. I'm usually not so grouchy in the mornings, but last night's telephone conversation with Naomi is still weighing on my mind.

Yes, I'm hurt. Yes, I still miss her even though she was so horrible on the phone last night. I just want to get to college with enough time to try and talk to her before the day starts.

"Finally!" I exclaim as Katie makes her way to the car.

"Not everyone is as basic and boring as you, Emily. Some of us take the time to actually look good." She says with her trademark smirk as she sits in the front seat.

"Ugh, whatever bitch." I mumble as a let out an annoyed sigh.

At College

We make it to college with only about five minutes to spare before the first class starts. I desperately search the crowded corridors for the beautiful blonde who has been giving my heart so much trouble these days.

I just need to try and fix things with her. Who am I kidding? I just want to see her. I just want to be near her, to smell her, to witness that little lip-biting thing she so loves to do. God Emily! You sound like such a stalker. I think to myself.

There she is.

Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. I panic.

She's at her locker taking out things from her bag and replacing them with other objects from her locker. She is beautiful. She's wearing a short, colorful skirt with black leggings underneath, a t-shirt with some odd looking character on the front, and a blue sweater over it.

I lean against my own locker staring at this amazingly gorgeous girl down the hall from me. A girl I was lucky enough to kiss—several times. I let a foolish grin creep across my face.

Shit! She just looked over in my direction.

I quickly turn away and bury my head inside my locker. I hope she didn't see me staring with the stupid smile all over my face! "God, Emily you're such a tit." I whisper to myself.

"You ok, Ems?" I hear her voice.

I keep my head in my locker a bit longer as I mumble something about textbooks and finding the right pen.

"Emily?" She asks.

I slowly turn around to face her and offer a shy smile. I can't help but stare into her deep blue eyes. Fuck she's beautiful. I keep saying that, don't I?

"Here," she says as she hands me a pen. "This is my favorite pen, but since you seem to be having a mild panic attack over not finding the right one, I will lend it to you," she says with a sarcastic smirk across her lips.

I reach my hand to hers, taking the pen from her grasp. My heart jumps as I feel our hands touch briefly. Those hands. Those hands, so soft and warm. Those hands that I want so badly to touch and caress me in places no one has ever been. Emily! Stop! I tell myself. What is wrong with me? I feel my face flush.

She raises an eyebrow as she watches my face. It's like she sees right through me.

"Anyway," Naomi begins "I just wanted to say I'm sorry about last night. I was really kind of a bitch and you don't deserve that."

I nod slowly, lowering my head.

"Really. I want us to be friends. I do like you, Emily." She says before interlocking our arms and leading us down the corridor full of our peers. "Let's get to class," she demands.

And just like that, I forgive her.

As we enter the classroom, Naomi lets go of my arm and quickly finds her seat. I'm still sitting at a desk with an empty seat next to me. I wish it were Naomi's.

"Quiet!" The instructor demands. "Quiet down please!" He yells a bit louder. Finally everyone starts to calm down and the noise level decreases.

"We have a new student that I want to introduce," the instructor informs.

I notice a petite girl standing next to our instructor. She has dark brown hair and these green eyes that just pop out. Her face is pale except for her rosy cheeks. She's dressed like one of those American actresses you see on Gossip Girl. We make eye contact and I quickly look away. That's just great, Emily, creeping on the new girl already.

"Her name is Mia and she come all the way from America," our instructor explains. "So, please be nice and welcome her." The class starts to cheer and shout random things as our instructor whispers something to Mia and points in my direction. I'm a bit confused until I realize the empty seat next to me wouldn't be empty for much longer.

As our instructor tries to quiet down the room full of teenagers again Mia sits down next to me. I offer a warm smile before she reaches out her hand to shake mine. I take her slender hand in mine before she starts to move it up and down. "I'm Mia, but I guess you already know that," she says with a giggle. I love her accent. I offer a small laugh in return.

"I'm Emily," I tell her.

She smiles as we both look to our hands that are still together. We both let out a nervous laugh as we finally let go. My hand is now resting on top of the desk we're sitting at. Mia is getting situated and putting her things under the desk. When she is finally done, her hand moves atop the desk and next to mine—touching mine. My heart starts to race a bit. I look at her a bit alarmed and expect her to quickly remedy the situation, but she doesn't. She just smiles at me and focuses her attention to our instructor who begins his lecture.

With my other hand I grab the pen lying next to my notebook and remember whom it belongs to. I glance behind me at Naomi who is, oddly enough, staring at me.

I swiftly turn back around, facing the front of the classroom pretending I'm listening to the lecture—when all I can think about is the girl's hand that is touching mine.