A/N: Please put the pitchforks and torches down! I know I'm a monster for not updating this sooner, so I give you this chapter and another is literally right behind it. And I've loaded them with loving bits of storytelling for your Naomily pleasure! But fear not you drama hounds; I plan on making this a long tale with twists and hardships too.
The Merciful Heartbreaker
Emily wanted to throw up in history class. She already had to use all of her strength this morning to not glare at girls Naomi was hitting on during assembly. Twice she noticed Naomi slip out the side door of the gym with a giggling girl. Twice Emily's eyes stung with tears like lava when Naomi and the lucky lass fumbled back in shortly afterwards.
Naomi was well versed in the ancient arts of seduction. She should be able to sense when someone was flirting with her, even in the slightest. Yet after four years of Emily covertly dropping evidence of her feelings for Naomi right in the blond's lap, no chase was ever given. Except, of course, for the constant chase Emily futilely engaged in.
But as of now, Emily officially hated Naomi.
Sitting in history, daydreaming of everything and nothing, Emily happened to absent-mindedly tip her head to the left. She peered out the windows that gave her a view into the hallway outside her classroom and her eyelids sprung wide open.
Standing directly parallel to where Emily sat was Naomi.
With a curvaceous dark haired girl.
Pressed against a row of lockers.
With the blond's head buried in the girl's neck.
Every muscle in Emily's body tensed and surged with fiery anger and disgust. She bolted up from her chair and twisted the rod to close the blinds of the window and shield everyone from Naomi's display of sexual dominance. Instead of stopping there and returning to her seat, Emily continued towards the door.
"Bathroom." She huskily grunted to the teacher and flung herself into the hallway. Emily charged over to the pair against the lockers and, with strength uncharacteristic of her stature, grabbed Naomi's right bicep and quite literally ripped her off the dark haired girl. Once Emily was satisfied with how much the two had become untangled, she alternated between pushing and dragging Naomi down the hall and around the corner. Emily was vaguely aware of the girl calling something nasty out to her.
"Shut the fuck up, bitch!" Emily shouted behind her shoulder. The lack of resistance Naomi was showing her was odd, but Emily was grateful for it. By the time they rounded the corner Emily's chest was aching tremendously, but she pushed the thought away as she thrust Naomi through the bathroom door.
Naomi tripped over her own feet and fell against a sink, eliciting a sharp whimper of pain from her slack mouth. Emily's facial features softened and she made a move to tend to Naomi, but quickly halted her progress. After a moment of thought, she pushed Naomi's head up and Emily's face hardened again.
"You're off your fuckin face aren't you? When the fuck did you get drunk?" Naomi's wobbly legs fought to stand her up to face Emily properly, but the task was too hard. Releasing a defeated sigh, Naomi let herself slip to the dirty floor in a heap. Her head rested on the pipes underneath the sink she had been leaning on and she attempted to give Emily a charming smile.
"Oh Ems, don't wor-ray. Cookie and I had jus a weeeee bit of vovka and MDMA before the asshembly. You kna, to make that bet of ours more exclighting!" Naomi reached out to touch Emily's foot, but Emily bent down, gripped onto the collar of Naomi's shirt, and led Naomi back into a standing position. Once there, Emily closed her eyes and slapped Naomi across the face. Emily opened her eyes again and moved one hand to Naomi's hip to keep her from sliding down the wall. The other hand lightly clenched Naomi's jaw to force the blond to look at Emily.
"You need to stop fuckin doing this to…yourself. Maybe none of the others care if you throw your life away. Or maybe they do care, but your train wreck is too fuckin entertaining to them to stop it. I don't know. But I can't see you like this anymore Naomi. I remember when we were twelve and you saved me. Well now I want to save you. Do you remember that? Do you Naomi? Or are you too fucked up?" Emily's voice was bitter and it made Naomi afraid to respond.
"I-I'm too fucked up." The redhead sighed and momentarily rested her forehead upon Naomi's. Emily relinquished her grip on Naomi's jaw and let that hand fall to Naomi's shoulder. When Emily pushed back enough to look into the blond's eyes again, Naomi held Emily's gaze on her own and the redhead spoke softly this time.
"I ran away from home and went to the park a few blocks down the street. I was sick of Katie always picking on me and my own fuckin parents not doing anything about it." Emily took a deep breath to calm her nerves. Naomi blinked her eyes rapidly a few times and shook her head slightly. She could feel the haze of her drunken stupor starting to wear off a bit.
"I remember shivering so bad, hoping nobody would come bother me while I froze to death. Of course that's when Cook came and that little wanker was already smoking a spliff. I still don't know what he was trying to chat me up about, but I'm sure it was something dirty." At this, Naomi gave a small chuckle and relaxed into Emily's hands holding her up.
"He wanted you to show him your tits."
"What? I didn't even have tits yet." The pair sniggered for a handful of moments before Emily cleared her throat to finish her story.
"I was so scared. I was fuckin paralyzed on that swing. And then you showed up like some superhero to save the day. Or…a knight to rescue the damsel. You punched Cook in the nose and walked me home. I thought you were the coolest thing to walk this Earth." Emily grinned when she detected an almost unnoticeable blush nestle into Naomi's cheeks.
"Now do you remember Naomi? We were best fuckin friends for two years. Glued to the hip and all that shit." Naomi nudged her hips into Emily's and smiled.
"Yeah, I think I remember all that." Emily let a ghost of a smile escape the corners of her lips, but then immediately lowered her head. She whispered something and even in the close proximity that they shared, Naomi was strained to hear it.
*Don't you be a traffic light
Don't you be a traffic light
With all things said you turn to red
Don't you be a traffic light
"Then tell me, what happened? Why are we so distant now? It's like I hardly know you most of the time." Naomi opened and closed her mouth silently a couple of times in a row, much like a fish gasping for its life. Before any real words could find their way out to freedom, the bell rung in the hallways. Emily had missed the last half of history class. Naomi, well Naomi didn't even know what class she was supposed to have showed up for.
Any second now the bathroom would be invaded by mobs of girls.
Mobs of girls. That's what Naomi was supposed to show up for. She had a bet to attend to.
Naomi pushed herself off the wall and made an attempt to take her hands off Emily's waist. But the moment Naomi looked down into Emily's eyes she saw a tear threatening to break through Emily's closed eyelids. Without any hesitation, Naomi scooped Emily into her arms and smiled lazily when she felt Emily's hands grip onto the back of her shoulders. When Naomi pulled away from Emily, she swiftly planted a light kiss under Emily's eye to wipe away the lone tear that did manage to begin gliding down Emily's rosy left cheek.
"Alright little bird, let's get out of here. What do you have next?" Emily released herself from Naomi and followed her out of the bathroom. She led the blond back in the direction of her history class where she needed to pick up her things. Naomi had obviously avoided answering Emily's question, but the redhead had no choice, but to let it go.
For now anyways.
"Hmm, let me think." Emily tilted her head up toward the ceiling and let her mouth fall ajar.
"Politics." Naomi tugged at her bottom lip with her teeth. She had the sneaking suspicion that she had politics next too. At least that's what she thought since Effy found her just after getting drunk and high with Cook. Effy had seemed quite keen on urging Naomi to shape up for their politics class with Emily later. That didn't stop Effy from taking a dose of MDMA however.
*Oh, now, baby
Don't misread the signs
If you turn the key
Then things will turn out fine
Mobs of girls. Those luscious mobs of girls. And that luscious bet.
It would all have to wait. Naomi would probably have to lose.
For Emily.
Just this once of course.
And earlier when Emily convinced Naomi to not cross the street for that woman.
But this is the last time.
"You know, I think I have Politics too. Care if I walk with you?" The pair had retrieved Emily's backpack and now stood aimlessly in the busy hallway. The redhead eyed up Naomi in a very confused manner.
"You mean, you're actually going to go to class? Well fuck me." A boy walking by whistled and asked Emily when and where. Before Emily could think of something snide to respond with, Naomi snaked her arm around Emily's shoulders.
"Sorry mate, I saw her first." The redhead's cheeks instantly matched the color of her hair and she hid her face from Naomi's knowing smirk.
"Yeah little bird, I'll go to class. I mean, what's the worst that could happen?" Naomi started to walk down the hall, but Emily deftly turned them around to walk in the appropriate direction to Politics.
"Naomi, did you even bring any pencils or anything today?"
"Of course not."
*"Traffic Light"-The Ting Tings
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