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Emily's POV
I was regretting a bit now, not turning around to see Naomi's face while leaving. It must've been fucking priceless. All right, I reckon I've been perving a bit over her last night, but could you blame me? She was fucking hot. I drove home in quite a good mood, humming along with the silly songs coming out of the speakers, thinking about the unbelievable night I'd just spent with a gorgeous blonde.
I was working at the bar that night, another long night, full of dirty sweaty man, some of them older than others, always flirting with you and all. Why can't they just order the damn drink? So anyway, a long, exhausting and uneventful night in prospect. That was before I saw this very hot blonde entering the club. That's when I started perving. Black tight jeans, a white shirt with a pig on it – it looked hot on her, I swear it did – shoulder length peroxide hair, exuding confidence. And holding the hand of a pretty brunette. That's when my hopes of spending a good night just disappeared completely. I wasn't close enough from confident enough to think I could hit on a taken woman and expect she would leave with me because of my overwhelming charm and hotness. So I just worked for a moment before taking a cigarette break, hiding from the people that came and went, so I could see them without being seen. What? I like watching people. The last thing I expected was for that sexy blonde and her brunette to rush outside and stop only a few meters from where I was standing, literally breaking up in front of me.
"Fuck you Naomi, fuck you! Just, forget me okay? Fucking cunt."
All right. Naomi it was then. Oi, I remember thinking when Stephanie punched her in the face. I'd overheard their conversation, clearly showing off that Naomi was a complete and utter bitch with women, along with a typical player. I could see that in her attitude, the way she was not disclosing everything, I could just see it. But oddly that didn't stop me from being so turned on by her each time I looked at her. So the next minutes were spent hiding there, battling with myself on whether I should talk to her or not. I'd finally made my decision when she came back into the club. Shit. Well, I had to go and find her then. And I did. A few minutes later, after I'd finished working for the evening, I found myself slightly leaned toward her, asking her if I could get her anything. And I was greeted with a cheery "Fuck off" that really pissed me off. I remember feeling quite hurt at the moment, and clearly not in the mood for conversation now. Actually I was in the mood for a spliff. So I just went away to smoke my spliff, sitting on that little wall. And then she came to me.
"Bonsoir"
Fuck that was hot. I was still pissed, but quickly the proximity between us and the way she was fucking checking me out made all turned on again, and I had to stop her from going away. That's when I released Animal Emily out of the cage, asking her to take me to her place. Usually I wasn't this king of girl, I was more like a romance-is-not-dead kind of girl, the kind that would go out on dates and get to know each other better, you know, that sort of thing. I didn't do one-night stands. But this girl, she was just activating something in me I didn't even know I had. That's how we found ourselves in her bedroom, making out like horny teenagers.
And then, here it came. The sex. I smiled in my car as I replayed it in my head. That was fucking good sex. So good I couldn't help myself from wanting more of it, teasing her to get it. Jesus, what was this girl doing to me? This was something casual for her, one night stands, I knew it, but for me it wasn't. Actually I'd never done something like that before her. She was doing something to me that I didn't quite understand. But I wasn't going to give her my number, or my name, or anything. I wanted her to get to me, I wanted to know if I had on her the same effect she had on me. That's why I chose the mystery thing, the "goodbye Naomi". Now, not only had I spent the night with a fucking gorgeous girl, but I also was sure she was gonna come after me. Score two for me!
I parked my car – well, my mother's car in fact – in front of our house, that silly smile still on my face. It was about 7a.m. and a chilly morning breeze hit my face when I got out of the car. I tried to open the door as quietly as possible and went upstairs in my room. I still lived in my parent's house, trying to gather enough money to finally get my own place, that's why I worked part time at this club. I didn't like it much, it was a bit creepy, and I didn't feel like myself, dressed like that, always flirting with the client and all. But it was the only job I could do while going to uni, since I was only working on the evenings, and I had to do it since my parents, mostly my mum, weren't going to support me financially if I decided to go. I opened the door to my bedroom quietly, and looked at my sister's bed. She was still asleep. I entered the room and went to kiss her on the cheek before taking knickers and a large shirt out of the drawer and going to have a shower. Everyone was still asleep, everyone including my parents, my little brother James and my twin Katie. She was nothing like me really, to everyone she could seem shallow and thoughtless, but I knew she wasn't like that, I knew it was her way of confronting the world. I could've managed to get my own place by now if I really wanted to, but I was staying for her at the moment, I think I wasn't ready to live without her yet. She was a real pain in the arse sometimes, but she'd always been there and I knew we needed each other.
I showered quickly, not wanting to wake up anyone and got dressed before going back into my room. I saw Katie shift in her bed, and her eyes fluttered open to look at me. She sat up and sleepily rubbed her eyes before asking.
"Where the fuck were you?"
"It was Friday night, you know I was work-"
"Don't give me that shit, you didn't come home, I had to cover for you, bitch!"
I looked down and walked to my bed. I sat on it and answered, still looking down.
"Sorry…"
"Yeah, right, but where were you?"
A rush of last night's memories came to my mind and I couldn't help but smiling blissfully again, my cheeks flushing a little.
"Oh, for fuck's sake, you shagged someone."
That wasn't a question. Shit. I felt my cheeks redden even more and tried to save myself.
"I… No! I wasn't, I just…"
Epic fail. Really good, Emily, smooth. I looked up and saw that Katie had a cheeky smile on her face.
"I know that look, that's the 'I've fucked all night long' look!"
I couldn't do anything but admit it now. I shyly nodded my head, already knowing how she would react. I looked at her and as expected, she had a huge smirk on her face. She'd always been that kind of girl, shagging random boys then moving on, she was the loud and confident twin. Everything I wasn't. I built that façade for when I was doing my job, but my sister had always seen me as the kind, shy and quiet girl I was, also sort of romantic. So the 'fucking someone you don't know then leaving in the morning' thing, well you could say she wasn't used to see it from me. The smirk on her face widened even more at my embarrassment.
"I didn't know you had it in you… Slut!"
"Not funny…" I mumbled, looking down again.
I heard her laugh a bit before she came to sat down beside me. She slightly poked my shoulder and I knew what she wanted from me.
"So, who was it then? Do I know her? Do you know her?"
It had taken her time to deal with the fact I was gay, but eventually she'd gotten over it, and I was so grateful for that. Accepting my sexuality, that was something my mom couldn't do for me, that's why I was so eager to move out. In this house, in front of my mum, I had to act like I was a straight girl, or she'd throw me out. Then when I talked about moving out by myself, it was always the same answers. "Oh, for Christ's sake, you're only 21, how do you think you'll do that on you own" or sometimes some crap about me being selfish wanting to leave my family. So I stayed home, finding some sort of crappy and silly arrangement that suited my mom and allowed a fake and shallow truce. I was going to go, for sure, I wasn't going to spend much more time pretending, but I needed to talk about it with Katie first, and I wasn't ready to yet. I was drawn out of my train of thought by a light slap on my arm.
"Oi! Answer me you cheeky bitch!"
I looked at her. Oh what the hell, might as well get over with it then.
"I met her last night when I was working. She came in with her girlfriend, then they broke up, and we met outside the club."
"And then?"
"Then I asked her to take me to her place" I mumbled shyly.
Hey eyes widened a bit at my confession and I looked down again.
"Well, I wouldn't have picked you for the dominant type. You must've been fucking sex-starved right?"
"Hey! Fuck off" I said, trying to sound serious.
"Seriously Em, when was the last time you got some action? It's been months since you've done nothing but studying and working. You need to relax a bit yeah? Have some fun?" her face lit up and I knew she'd just had an idea "come out with me tonight!"
"Katie, I'm working tonight you know that…"
"You can call your boss and see if you can work this afternoon! Try at least yeah? Come on, it's been fucking ages since we've done something fun together… I miss you"
She leaned against me and rested her head on my shoulder. I glanced at the clock and saw it was around 8a.m. It was Saturday, which means my boss would already be up and ready to do the opening, since the club was also a restaurant during the day. Oh, fuck it, why not? I thought before reaching out for my phone on the nightstand.
"What are you doing?" Katie said, raising her head.
"Calling my boss" I answered, rolling my eyes.
I saw a triumphant smile forming on her lips and couldn't help but smiling back.
"Good. I'm going to shower since you woke me up at fucking dawn and now I can't sleep anymore. Please try and convince your boss yeah?"
I nodded and she got up, heading outside. Nervously, I dialled my boss's number. She was quite nice actually, and I was really hoping she'd let me change my schedule a bit.
"Hello?"
"Um, hello, it's Emily Fitch, I hope I'm not interrupting anything?"
"No, it's okay Emily, go ahead"
"I was wondering if maybe I could work this afternoon instead of tonight…"
"You know we need more staff on the evenings, it's crowded"
Shit, I thought, a bit discouraged by this remark.
"Yeah, I know… But I'll work both as a waitress and a barmaid if you want, I'll do anything you need me to!"
A short silence settled as she thought about it.
"Yeah, okay, I guess I can ask someone to switch with you. But you owe me one, Fitch. Be there at 11a.m."
I heard the line beeping as she hung up on me. So much for being polite. But fuck it, she'd said yes and I was actually looking forward to going out with my sisters and my friends tonight. I yawned sleepily and realised I hadn't slept at all, and I had about 3 hours left before starting to work. Fucking hell. I slid under the covers and set the alarm on 10a.m. before diving into a two hours sleep.
It was around 3p.m. when I cleaned my last lunch table before going behind the bar. It was fucking boring, working in the afternoon, and the club looked dead compared to how it was when the night began. I had to work for two more hours before relief, and I began to absentmindedly rub the counter with a wet cloth, since there was no one left for me to serve.
"So, what've you got?"
I jumped when the known voice drawn me from my thoughts, letting go of the cloth in my hand and looking around me to see where it came from, my heart skipping a beat.
"Christ! Chillax" the nice blonde said, leaning on the counter, an amused smile on her face.
I felt a smile creeping on my face, and my cheeks blushing at the same time, which caused her to smile even more.
"Um, hi, sorry I was… Well y'know" I said, picking up the cloth and proceeding to keep on cleaning the wooden surface "so, what can I get you?"
"Jesus!" she said laughing "we spent last night fucking each other, what's with the sudden shyness?"
My cheeks reddened more that humanly possible. How could she be so confident?
"I'm not… I mean, I don't usually do that"
"Yeah? Well it didn't seem to bother you last night…" I saw her hesitating for a moment before she finished her sentence "wanna go again?"
That was it. I threw the cloth aside and looked right in her eyes, anger gradually replacing embarrassment.
"So that was it then? Just another mindless fuck for you? Well guess what, I don't do that. Ever. I was actually hoping you'd come to ask me out, but I was wrong, obviously. So you can pretty well fuck off now."
"Wow. Don't I get a drink?"
I rolled my eyes. She was so sure of herself. I thought maybe this night we'd spent was something different for her, but I guess I was wrong. I turned around to go away and hide my disappointment, but a hand grabbed my wrist and I was pulled behind as my arm reached full extension.
"What?" I said, turning back before sighing loudly.
"I'm sorry"
I stood still, my face not changing.
"Seriously, I'm sorry! You wanted me to take you home with me then you asked for more and you went away." I blushed at her words as I realised how true they were "I don't even know how the fuck you know my name and I don't even know yours. I thought that was what you wanted. I'm sorry."
I sighed again, and looked down before looking up in her piercing blue eyes again. She looked sincere.
"Emily"
"Um, sorry?"
"My name's Emily Fitch, I'm 21, I was outside yesterday when you broke up with your girlfriend, that's how I know your name. And I usually don't do one-night stands. So if this is just another fun time for you then you can go away cause I'm not looking for being hurt."
She blinked a few times, and it took her a moment before a smile crept on her face.
"I'm Naomi Campbell" Oh my god, Campbell? Really? I did my best not to laugh but I couldn't help a smile forming on my lips "and if you laugh I swear to God I'll kill you" she said playfully before going on "I'm 23 and I'm sorry you had to see that yesterday. I know I seem like a total bitch…" I raised an eyebrow "okay, I know I am a total bitch with girls but what we had last night… It made me realise I want to try to change"
"Firstly, how did I make you realise anything? And secondly, why should I try something with you when I know I'm likely to get hurt?"
"Well…" she leaned on the counter like she was going to tell me a secret "Firstly you're fucking gorgeous, and let's face it, you're insanely hot" and there I was, blushing again "and I don't know, there's just something with you… As I soon as you got out this morning I wanted to chase after you and ask your number, which I never do."
"And secondly?" I smiled, trying not to display how turned on and embarrassed she'd got me at the same time. Boy, that girl was really something.
"Secondly, why don't you, y'know… Go out on a… Um, go on a date with me tonight and find out by yourself if you want to try anything?"
I looked sceptically at her.
"By date, you mean..?"
"No! I mean a real date! Of course things can always, you know… Evolve-"
"Uh uh!" I cut her "if I go out on a date with you, first rule we need to fix, no evolving into anything. Just a date, you pick me up, then you bring me home and you go back you yours. And anyway, I can't do tonight, so I guess I have to tell you no."
I saw disappointment and a feeling of rejection invading her beautiful features and the words got out before I could stop them.
"But you could always come out with my friends and I… You know, if you wanted to have some fun with me" a cheeky smirk replaced her previous expression and I quickly added "no, not that kind of fun! Fucking horny perve."
She let out a cute chuckle before answering.
"All right, I'll come. And I'm not that hopeless, you know, I don't have to have sex all the time" again, I raised an eyebrow, causing her to chuckle again "no, really, I don't! I just like it, that's all."
I kept looking at her, not saying anything.
"You don't believe me, do you?" again, I stayed silent "well, I guess I'll have to prove you wrong… Again."
I felt my cheeks redden as I remembered the not-that-good-in-bed thing. She smiles triumphantly at my reaction. Cheeky bitch.
"All right then, where and when do I meet you?"
"I don't know yet, I need to talk to my sister, she's the one organizing it all."
"Well, Emily…" god she made my name sound so sexy.
I saw her take a pen out of her purse, and my heart skipped a beat as she took hold of my wrist, pulling me close to her. She wrote her number on my forearm and leaned in towards me. At first I thought she was going to kiss me, but I felt her hot breath go right past my mouth and straight to my ear.
"Make sure you call me, yeah?"
And with that she was gone. Then I remembered to breathe and leaned against the bar, still stunned by the effect the gorgeous blonde had on me.
"Oi!" I heard a voice shouting a few steps away from me "you coming or what?"
I looked around and saw an old guy at the bar, waiting for me to serve him. Right. Work, home, party. Party with Naomi. I repeated the idea in my head a few times, delighted by how good it sounded, and suddenly work was a lot less boring.
So here it was, chapter 2! I'm sorry if it was boring, it's a bit of a filler to get to know Emily's character a bit more… I'm going to set the plot in a few chapters, first romance, then action tell me if I should continue it, I'm still not so sure about it! Reviews are always appreciated ;)
