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I'm walking up to the bar to get another drink when I hear someone screaming. I look over and see Katie absolutely fuming at Emily.

"Get away from her you fucking lezza slag!" She screams at who I have now nicknamed 'the skank' or 'the bitch'. Katie pushes her in the chest and she falls back on a couple of people behind her, which really quite shocks me, actually. Katie's a complete arse 99% of her life but I would never really pick her to be the violent type.

"Katie, what the fuck!" Emily screams at her.

"Me?! ME?! What the fuck! What the fuck are you doing pashing a girl?! And in public?!" The bitch, who was previously on the ground after Katie pushing her over, just got up and ran out of the party.

And Emily bursts into tears. Yup. Great.

I walk over to see if I can do anything to help Em, as much as I wish we weren't in this situation right now…

"Emily," I say softly, and she leaps in to hug me, holding on for dear life.

"This is nothing to do with you, bitch." Katie snaps at me.

"Don't fucking talk to her like that, Katie!" Emily yells, pulling away from me momentarily.

"Emily. You. Are. Not. Gay." Katie says sternly.

Shit, how is she going to get herself out of this one…?

"Yes, I am!" She screams, and then bursts into hysterics.

Fuck. I cannot believe she just told her. Must be the alcohol. Emily's had about double what I have, and she's half the size, and even I'm off my face.

"You are not!" Katie screams. By now there are a lot of people from the party standing around and watching the argument. I look around and spot Effy, smoking in the corner next to Freddie and JJ who are just talking. She's just watching, nodding. Jesus, that girl is so… mysterious. Pandora and Thomas are looking on worriedly. And Cook couldn't care less, really. Because he's busy with some girl on top of him.

"Why are you lying!?" Katie keeps screaming, I'm surprised we haven't been kicked out.

"I'm-" Emily begins, but I interrupt her.

"You know what? Fuck you Katie. Emily is gay and everyone knows it. And you're the only one who seems to care and you're her fucking sister! So how about you fuck yourself and until you realise that you're being such a cunt about this, you're not gonna see Emily."

Katie was speechless. She opens her mouth to say something but before she gets the chance I grab Emily and drag her out of the club.

We don't speak. I just hold her by the arm and help her walk down the street and back to my place.

"Naomi." She stops walking.

I look down and turn to face her. "Yes?"

"Thanks." She says quietly. "I love you" she says as she hugs me tightly again, and I sigh and try to relax in her arms, but I can't. Maybe Cook's right. Maybe I do like Emily. I don't get it though. I've never been attracted to girls before. Emily's beautiful, obviously. And she's such a great person. But that's it. She's my best friend, what would she want with me anyway? I'd just fuck everything up.

She stumbles around a bit, and I reach out to grab her. My hands fall to her waist stopping her before she tumbles over and she grabs around my neck to stop herself. She's standing normally again, but I can't seem to move my hands. I stare into her eyes, I can't move. I feel her hands move across my neck and I instantly snap back to reality.

"Emily, don't" I say as I snap my hands away from her.

"What is it?" She looks a bit disappointed, and I make a note of this.

"It's-" I sigh. "It's nothing." And again she bursts into tears. Except this time, it's my fault.

"Em? Are you okay?" Stupid question.

She grabs me and goes in for another hug. This time it's different though. She's holding me very tightly, and very intensely. My hands surface on her back and I hold her as well. The whole situation is pretty emotional, and I feel myself begin to cry too.

"This can't be happening," She sobs into my shoulder "I can't"

I pull away. "What are you talking about? What can't you?"

"Naomi I'm –" Oh shit. I think I know where this is going now. And she's right, she can't. Neither can I. It all makes sense. Everything that Cook said. The reason everyone at college thinks we're together. Maybe it's even the reason Emily is so obsessed with going out and getting fucked up every night. Or maybe I'm just delusional. Maybe is just wishful thinking. I don't know. But whatever she's going to say I cant bear to hear it.

"Maybe we should keep walking, it's a pretty long way back to my house." So I interrupt her.

She's about to speak when Cook and JJ walk out screaming.

"Wooo!" Cook screams "I am fucked up."

"Jesus Christ…" Emily whispers, grabbing a hold of my hand. I put up with it though.

"Good evening ladies," Cook says, trying to sound like a gentleman.

"Hi Emily, Naomi." JJ says sheepishly.

"So where you off to now?" Cook asks.

"Home. Gotta get this one to bed." I say, instantly regretting it the second it escapes my lips. Seriously bad choice of words.

Cook looks between us then looks down at our hands and grins.

"So, you finally sort yourself out, Naomikins?" He grins even more. Wanker.

"I don't know what you're talking about, but we've got to go." I say trying to avoid this conversation. Though, knowing Cook, it'll be in vain.

"You got me to thank for this, Emily. I was the one who knocked some sense into her. You owe me, girlie. Maybe you could let me join in to set-" Fucking. Hell.

"Cook!" I yell. "Go. Away."

"Righto, keep your hair on. See you later." He winks at us and continues walking with JJ.

Emily looks confused. Yay, I can't wait to explain this to her…

"What's he on about?" Thank god she's still gone.

"No idea, let's just go." I sigh and begin walking, Emily runs up to me and takes my arm.

Fucking perfect… I was given the perfect chance to discuss our relationship with Emily and I completely and utterly ruined it. Tonight's gonna be a long night.

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