The sun shone through the partial gap in Naomi's curtains. Naomi felt the rays highlight her face and turned over; attempting to escape the morning. She was fighting a losing battle. The sun was getting the better of her, and eventually Naomi succumbed to her loss. She hated to admit it but she wasn't a morning person, and early mornings are the fucking worst. She climbed out of bed, and swiftly put on some clothes before rushing into the bathroom to pee.

'Note to self; don't sleep naked in April' she thought to herself whilst shivering.

She climbed back into bed, desperate for warmth and woke herself up with a stretch. She glanced at the clock on her bedside cabinet and grunted at the time.

5.15am.

Naomi knew she'd never get back to sleep now.

'Why can't I ever get decent nights sleep?' she asked herself.

She lay down and closed her eyes for a moment before thinking better of it. She contemplated going for an early shower but didn't want to wake up the 'disciples' as she aptly named them…since they all seemed to look like our saviour.

Naomi leant over the edge of her bed and reached her hand underneath feeling for her stash. She grabbed the first magazine she could flicked through the pages, and leant her head back. She allowed her hand to graze her body and work its way her head, she let her hand work its magic.

*

Naomi stood outside of the classroom waiting for the class to finish their lesson. She leant against the wall, and tapped her fingers on the door frame. Naomi was nervous. Something wasn't right. Naomi was never nervous. She could feel the palpitations of her heart drumming against her ribs. She felt sick. Deathly sick. She allowed her body to slide downwards against the wall, and sat slouched up against it. Naomi had turned her head to the left looking at the crowds of scene kids walking past.

By the time she turned back, Effy was sitting down next to her, painting her every move.

'Bloody hell, Eff.' Naomi said trying to stifle a scream.

Effy gave her one of her classic all knowing smiles.

'Whats up?' Naomi asked confused.

'I know, Naomi.'

'You…know what?'

Effy just smiled and nodded as she saw the Fitch twins heading their way. Naomi felt her cheeks going red and her heart was pounding fast. She was convinced everyone else could hear it beating. Why did Emily make her feel like that?

The door opened and the rabble left the room in a loud unforgiving hurry, scuffing thier shoes on the tidy white floors, barging past Naomi, casually swatting her with thier bags on the way past. Naomi gave a loud huff before making her way into the room. The class followed in the room and found their respective tables.

Naomi sat down and emptied the contents of her bag out onto the surface of her table. Pen in hand, she was ready to , this wasn't the case as Emily continued to distract her. The way she chewed her pen…The way her nose scrunched up when she was trying to remember something. The way she'd shyly put her hand up to answer the question. The smile on her face when she got the answer right… Naomi loved watching Emily work. But she wasn't sure why.

Emily looked up and noticed Naomi staring at her. She gave a little wave to distract her eyes, and a smile. Naomi smiled back foolishly, but increasingly felt embarrassed. She felt ashamed. She felt confused. Why was Emily making her feeling like this? What hold did she have over her?

Confusion taking control, and being utterly overwhelming Naomi tried her hardest not to cry but couldn't help the tears from flowing. Realising where she was, she left the classroom hastily without so much of a 'sorry sir.' The door slammed shut, and the room was filled with blunt silences.

'Is she alright?' Craig asked worriedly.

Emily bit her lip and fidgeted in her chair. Everybody looked as dumbfounded as each knew why Naomi was crying. Naomi didn't even know why Naomi was crying. This feeling was completely new to her.

'I'll go and check on her, sir.' Effy stated standing up and walking to the door.

As she got into the hallway she briefly checked left and right for signs of where Naomi went. She noticed the female toilet door slowly walked briskly to the toilets. She walked along the aisle and checked each cubicle. She came across a locked door, and a pair of shoes poking out from the recognised the shoes.

She continued walking to the next cubicle and climbed on the seat, to the window ledge, and walked across to Naomi, who in turn was sobbing on the sat down on the window ledge in silence and looked down at Naomi sympathetically.

'You alright?' Effy asked softly.

Her voice alone made Naomi look up.

Naomi felt the hurt. She felt the emotion in her voice, and knew Effy would have her back no matter what. Maybe it was time for her to tell someone. Maybe it was time for the great Naomi Campbell to open up and prove she has feelings. Naomi was clearly thinking things through in her mind. She wanted to stop feeling like she she needed Effy's help.

'I…' Naomi started before her voice broke away.

'It's about Emily, right?' Effy stated calmly.

Naomi looked at her dumbfounded.

'Don't worry. It's not obvious. I'm just a people watcher. I can tell these things.'

'I…just…I don't know how do deal…with this. I have all of these emotions…and I can't deal at all.' She cried in between sobs. 'It's too much.'

Effy climbed down from the ledge and leant over to give Naomi a much needed hug. 'As soon as you say it you'll feel a relief…or so I've heard…Jeremy Kyle does wonders…'

Naomi sniggered and proceeded to wipe her nose with the back of her hand. 'I'm not meant to feel like this. I don't let anyone…near me…I don't let anyone know me. And now…I like a girl! A girl! And…I'm sitting in the toilets crying. This isn't me.'

'Everyone needs a break sometimes. Everyone needs an outlet. You can't just bottle it all up inside, Naomi. Or…this happens.'

Effy chose each and every word carefully. She said each word with an emphasis. She hated seeing Naomi cry as much as Naomi hated crying.

'There's something about her, Effy. I don't know her…at all. I've known her properly…for about a day. But I know how I feel. And this is it.'

'Is she the only one you've felt like this about?' Effy asked cautiously.

'I've…I've not…I've never….Ugh. I knew that I liked women…I knew I was bi...but…I've never felt like this. Not with a man or a woman…' Naomi said rubbing at her eyes.

'You should talk to her about it…'

'No…'

'It's Emily. She's the nicest person in the world. Try her.'

'She's straight. Why would she want me all over her?'

'Well…maybe I'm not convinced she is? Like I said. I'm intuitive.

She gave Naomi one last hug and a reassuring pat on the shoulder before heading back to the classroom.

'Well?' Craig asked.

'Um…she just needs some time alone…' Effy said nervously.

'Alright…guys carry on with your work please.'

Emily kept vying for Effy's attention. Effy knew she was being watched, and who by. She ripped off a piece of paper and scribbled down.

'Sir.' Effy stated before standing up and walking towards him. 'Can you check my work? I'm not sure if I'm doing it right.' She said carrying her book to him.

As she walked past Emily she dropped the piece of paper into her lap. Emily smiled at Effy, and continued to read the scrap paper.

'She's upset. She needs you. In toilets. Go now. Xxx'

'Um…sir? I'm not feeling well. Can I go see the nurse?'

'What's wrong with you?'

'Don't think you want to know sir…female stuff' Emily added thinking on her feet.

His face dropped, and went a funny pale colour.

The class giggled at his response. 'Go.'

Emily got to her feet, quickly packed her bag and went to the door. She turned back briefly and mouthed 'thank you' to Effy.

*

'Naomi? Are you in here?' Emily called as she reached the toilets.

She heard a variety of sniffing and a loud cough to clear her throat.

'Yeah, here.'

Emily found the cubicle, and opened the adjacent door.

She sat down on the floor leaning back to back with Naomi through the wall.

'What's wrong?' Emily asked. Her husky voice breaking with emotion.

'Effy sent you?'

'She said I should talk to you…'

'I asked her not to.' Naomi said redundantly.

'You don't have to tell me…but I don't know…maybe I can help…'

'You can't help, Emily.' Naomi said harshly.'Sorry…I didn't mean to be rude…I just meant…'

'You're gay, aren't you Naomi?' Emily asked bluntly.

'What the…' Naomi complained loudly. 'Does everyone know? Am I wearing a sign?'

'Relax. I was putting your laptop away and your porno stash toppled over…and I saw it. Don't worry. It's not obvious.'

'You didn't tell me though?' Naomi asked confused. 'Shit, this is so embarrasing. Jesus.'

'No…It's not a big deal. So you're gay? So what?' Emily said knowingly. Emily heard Naomi crying through the wall, and turned around.

She pushed her hand under the cubicle and groped around for Naomi's hand to join her own. 'Naomi…I'm gay. You're not alone.' Emily confessed.

Naomi sat there silent.

'I know what you're going through. So, if you decide you want to talk to someone…you can talk to me... whenever you want.'

Emily pulled Naomi's hand further, and grabbed a pen from her jeans pocket. She sketched her mobile number on Naomi's hand, and added a smiley face and a doodle.

'In case, you do want to talk.'

She gave her a peck on her hand and got up onto her feet. She left the toilets and broke into a smile. Her eyes filling with the tears from hearing Naomi so hurt. Naomi also got to her feet and opened the cubicle door.

Her hand was still tingling from the kiss. She wiped away the tears from her eyes, and made her way out of the toilets. Maybe life isn't so bad.