A/N: Once again a big thanks to everyone who's reading and for all the encouraging reviews. I'm supposed to be updating a ton of other fics at the moment but this one is playing on my mind so I'm updating while I can.

I'm sitting in a café on the high street, nursing a mug of coffee and yet another hangover. I have a pair of sunglasses firmly over my eyes, protecting them from the ruthless July sun that shines down through the window. Effy's running fashionably late as usual, not that I mind. I'm not looking forward to the conversation that I know is coming. When she finally does arrive she looks no worse the wear for last night. Life just isn't fair sometimes. She orders a coffee, throwing a flirtatious smile at the bumbling young waiter who takes her order. He has long dark hair that flops over his face and a graze on his cheek. I don't mention who he looks like. We're not here to talk about Freddie. Even if we were Effy is hardly the sharing type. I wonder how she coped after we buried Freddie. I left Bristol the day after his funeral, spent a couple of weeks in Cyprus clearing my head before I started uni. She hasn't mentioned him since I got back and I'm certainly not going to be the one to bring him up. Some ghosts are better left alone.

"Sooooo…" She draws the word out as she stares at me with her all-knowing eyes. I feel like I'm been interrogated already and she's only said one word. I fidget in my seat, playing with the pepper pot on the table in front of me. "You and Katie huh?"
"What?" I scoff, trying to play it cool. I know she caught me staring at the other girl last night, but I'm hoping to play it down. "As if. I was fucking wasted! I mean yeah I was checking her out, but come on! She's Emily's twin, I just forgot it wasn't her for a second, you know?" I'm talking myself in to a bigger hole as Effy sits quietly opposite me, her smirk growing bigger the more I say. She's really not buying it and I can't blame her. I knew full well who I was looking at last night, drunk or not.
"Finished?" She asks, her eyes filled with amusement. I glare at her, though it's not really Effy I'm mad at. It's my fault I'm in this mess.

"I'm fucking screwed aren't I?" I slump over the table and bury my face in my hands. I can try and dress this up any way I want, tell myself it's just because she reminds me of Emily, but at the end of the day I fancy Katie Fitch and the whole world has gone to hell in a handbag. Effy shrugs her slender shoulders at me.
"Depends on what you do about it."
"Do?" I laugh at the idea of doing anything about it. Just because I find a girl attractive doesn't mean I have to act on it. Despite the fact that Katie would literally kill me if she found out, I just don't want to do anything. Despite Effy's comments last night I don't actually want to shag Katie. So I was checking her out, big deal! I find lots of girls attractive; it doesn't mean I have to act on it. I tell this to Effy and she infuriatingly just shrugs her shoulders again, that bloody smirk on her lips.

"This isn't a big deal. She's attractive ok, she's my ex's twin, of course I'm going to fancy her. It doesn't mean I have to do anything about it. She's still straight… Hell we still fucking hate each other! No, all I need to do is avoid her for the next few weeks and fuck off back to London."
"Hate's a strong word." Effy scorns, though she looks more amused than condescending. "And I think there's a tiny flaw in your plan." I'm about to ask what it is when the door of the café opens and Katie Fitch walks through it. She stops as she catches sight of the two of us and I can see her muttering curses under her breath. I stare daggers at Effy as Katie goes up to the till to order a latte. It seems Effy is the flaw in my plan.
"Hey babes." Katie has forced a smile on to her face by the time she reaches our table and takes a seat next to Effy. "Naomi." She adds a little more coldly.
"Katie." I manage a smile over my coffee cup. I'm guessing she's been to work because she's dressed a lot more conservatively than she was last night. Wearing a plain white shirt and a black pencil skirt over tights. Her hair hangs in loose curls, framing her face and holding her sunglasses on top of her head. I feel Effy's eyes watching me, discreetly trying to catch me out.

I try my best to act casual around the pair of them as I ask Katie if she's made any more models toothless. "Don't get me fucking started!" She rolls her eyes as she runs a hand through her hair, clearly irritated. "Four hours I was waiting around this morning to get fucking half an hour of shots! If I never see a fucking model again…" She trails off as she picks up her coffee, grumbling to herself.
"Don't you have that party tonight? I can't make it by the way."
"What? You fucking promised Eff!" Katie's irritation has been firmly unleashed on to Effy and for once I'm out of the firing line. Until of course Effy lands me squarely in the middle of it.
"Take Naomi. You don't have plans, right?" They both turn to look at me and I find myself floundering as I try to come up with an excuse why I can't go to some party with Katie. Other than the obvious.
"I suppose she'll have to do." She huffs like I'm not sitting right across from her.
"Gee thanks Katie." I roll my eyes. I haven't even agreed to go yet.
"It's a launch part for a new fashion line, so try and dress like a normal person, ok?" She glares daggers at my T-shirt with a picture of Brainy Smurf on it.
"Hmm, might be tricky, I'm not sure I can actually dress myself." I snap back, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
"You're right. I'll come by yours at six and pick something out." Sarcasm is seriously lost on Katie Fitch.
"Wait I didn't say I'd-"
"Right that's sorted. I'll see you guys later, I've got another shoot in half an hour."

Katie flounces out before I can get another word out. I stare after her my mouth hanging open. "Catching flies?" Effy muses, devilment playing in her eyes. The bitch planned that.
"What the hell Eff?" I snap at her, less than impressed at being played by my so called friend. "How was that helpful?"
"I dunno. Maybe you'll get lucky?"
"With Katie?" I snort in to my coffee. "I doubt it. She's fucking Barbie straight…besides I don't want to shag Katie Fitch."
"Why not?" Effy challenges me, her eyes boring in to mine. "Maybe that's just what you need. To get her out of your system…oh and for the record, she's not that straight." She winks at me and I almost choke on my coffee.
"What? Wait; are you saying you and Katie? Oh my God Eff!"
"Jealous?" She muses and I hate to admit it but a tiny ridiculous part of me is. I can't imagine Katie even kissing a girl never mind fucking one.

"It was no big deal." Effy shrugs and with her I can believe it. Effy's always been good at keeping sex and feelings separate. I think the only person she ever felt something real for was Freddie, and that hardly ended well. It's probably better that she sticks to no strings attached sex; just not with Katie. "It was last year. We got drunk, we had sex. End of."
"Look I don't want to sleep with Katie, ok?" I grumble, my mood admittedly sour. "This thing, whatever it is, it's just about Emily ok? I mean I haven't seen her in years and then I see Katie and…it'll blow over."
"Whatever you say." She clearly doesn't believe me. Honestly, I'm not sure I even believe me. "Have fun tonight."

Effy's words play on my mind for the rest of the afternoon and I'm a nervous wreck by the time it gets to six o'clock. I'm tempted to just put anything on and refuse to change whether Katie's happy with me or not, after all I'm doing her a favour by going to this launch party with her, I should at least get the privilege of choosing what I wear. I'm standing with a towel wrapped around me and staring at my open wardrobe with a blank expression when the doorbell goes. I let my mum answer the door and hear her greeting Katie. She calls her Emily and I cringe. I can hear my mum apologising as Katie makes her way upstairs, her heels clicking on the stairs. I take a deep breath as she approaches my door. I can handle this. I don't fancy Katie Fitch and I can get through one stupid party with her.

But then the door opens and the only thought running through my mind is, 'I'm so fucked'. She looks stunning. Her hair is pulled up in to a bun, with a few wispy strands hanging down around her face. She's wearing heels just like I guessed, though her tights are gone now, revealing her smooth tanned legs poking out from her knee high black dress. It's simple yet elegant and she really makes it work with a silver necklace and bracelet. She looks older somehow, a stark reminder that we're both supposed to be grownups now. Right now I feel more like a hormonal teenager than an adult. Katie dives straight in to the task at hand and rummages through my near empty wardrobe, clicking her tongue and shaking her head at almost everything. She pulls out a flowery shirt I don't think I've seen since my first year in college and we both share a laugh over it. "I can't believe you actually wore that thing!" She laughs as she tosses it aside and I make a mental not to burn it. "I suppose you're dressing a little better now after all." It's probably the closest thing to a compliment that I'll ever get from Katie.

She finally finds something she likes and hands me a black ruffle skirt and a white blouse. "Oh, and curl your hair." She shouts over her shoulder as she makes her way to the door, giving me some privacy to get changed.
"Yes mother!" I snap back at her, though I have to admit she's chosen a pretty decent outfit for me. I plug in my curlers while I change and by the time I've done my makeup, thick black eyeliner and ruby red lipstick that gives me a glam look, I'm ready to curl my platinum blonde locks. I add a few finishing touches of my own, a gold chain and a chunky gold bracelet, before going downstairs to find Katie in the living room with mum and Kieran.
"You look nice love." Mum smiles up at me. "So where are you two off to then?"
"It's on the roof of the Avon George Hotel." Katie answers with a huge grin. "It's overlooking the river and super exclusive."

Katie really isn't kidding when she says it's exclusive. The front of the hotel is packed with photographers and onlookers crowding around the models and celebrities making their way inside. When the taxi drops us off in front of the masses I scoff at the red carpet leading up the steps to the front door. The paparazzi ignore us as we make our way up the steps and in to the hotel. The valet at the door greets us with a friendly smile as he asks to see our invitation and our ID. I fish my ID out of my purse as Katie hands over her invitation and her driving license. When he takes my card off me he barely supresses a smirk. "Very good Miss Fitch, Miss Campbell." I can see he's dying to laugh at my name, but he's professional enough to hold it in, at least until we're out of earshot.

"Right, ground rules." Katie snaps as we step in to the lift that will take us up to the roof. She ignores the attendant with the practised ease of someone used to overlooking the help. "No getting pissed, no trying to pull and try not to embarrass me, yeah? Oh and for fuck-sake, don't tell anyone your full name."
"We're going to a party with free drinks and fit models and you expect me not to try to pull?" I'm not interested in pulling some bimbo model; I'm just trying to wind Katie up. It works.
"Keep it in your fucking pants Campbell!" She rolls her eyes at me and sneers. "Besides, if you saw half of those fucking models without their makeup on you wouldn't look twice."

The elevator opens on to a sea of people and Katie instantly has a dazzling smile on her lips. She plays the crowd, talking to everyone who catches her eye. I stand quietly beside her, making the most of the free champagne as she talks to models and woos designers. Katie Fitch is most definitely a social creature and she has them all eating out of the palm of her hand. It's interesting at first, but the novelty of being at the swanky party soon wears off and after countless hours socialising I'm bored out of my mind. I leave Katie talking to some Swedish guy and make my way to the bar. I've been drinking the champagne the scantily clad waitresses have been carrying around on trays all night but I can't touch another drop of the stuff. I go to the bar and catch the eye of one of the barmen. "Jack and coke please."
"ID?"

I roll my eyes at him as I fish through my purse for my passport. I'll be twenty-one in September and I'm hardly some fifteen year old yob trying to buy a bottle of cider. I finally get my hands on my ID and hand it over, realising too late that he's going to look at my name. "Jesus, with a name like that you want to get a fake ID love." He chuckles as he hands the offending passport back to me. Or at least he attempts to. It's swiped out of his hand before I can take it.

"Naomi Campbell? Christ and I thought I had a bad name for a model." She laughs as she hands me my passport back.
"I'm not a model."
She definitely is though, with short dark hair and sharp cheekbones, highlighted perfectly by her pixie style haircut. Her tanned skin looks natural and if I had to guess I would say she was of Italian descent. My suspicions are confirmed when she introduces herself.
"I'm Gia. Gia Carangi."
"Well Gia, shouldn't you be out shooting crack?" I snap, irritated at her for taking my ID. The last thing I want is to draw attention to my name. I'm already tipsy so that's one of Katie's rules broken, and from the way Gia is eyeing me up I guess I'm about to break another. She smirks, taking my dig in good humour.
"I'm taking the night off. What about you Naomi? Shouldn't you be at anger management?" I can't help the smile that flutters across my lips, remembering when Cook said the same thing to me on the first day of college. I'd thought he was an arrogant prick…I'd been right of course; James Cook was and still is a prick, but there's more to him than that and without fail the boy can put a smile on my face.
"I'm taking the night off." I shoot her own words back at her. She's obviously entertained by my response as she slides up beside me at the bar.
"Oh? What about tomorrow night? Are you free then?"

She's expecting me to say yes, to jump at the chance to go on a date with a gorgeous model. I'm not that easy though and she's about to find out. "Who said I swing that way? Maybe I'm trying to chat the barman up." I wouldn't. He's a little runt of a man with greasy slicked back hair and I wouldn't touch him with a barge pole. She chuckles at me, a knowing look in her eye as she leans in close, her lips brushing against my ear.
"Trust me Naomi; I know more than you think." I frown as I pull away, trying to figure out what the hell she's talking about. It doesn't take me long to get an answer as Katie makes her way over to us and gives Gia a brief hug.
"Hey babe, Naomi's not bothering you is she?" Katie narrows her eyes at me like it's my fault her friend is hitting on me.
"No, actually I was just asking if she was free tomorrow night-"
"She's not." Katie snaps and the tension in her voice is unmistakable. "We're leaving." She glares at me, daring me to argue.
"Shame." Gia pulls out a business card from her purse and places it in my hand, her fingers brushing against the palm of my hand. "Call me sometime. When you're free."

"What the fuck was that?" I finally snap at Katie once we're in the privacy of the lift. The valet is gone now that it's the early hours of the morning and we're free to argue in private. That's the second time in a few days that she's stopped a girl from flirting with me.
"What? You fucking trying it on with one of my friends? Remember the rules? No fucking pulling!" She screams in my face and it's the last straw. Suddenly I'm faced with the good old Katie I used to know and hate. It's easier to be angry at her then it is to think about how good she looks in that dress, how it pushes her chest up, drawing my eyes in. I forget about all that as I slam my hand on the emergency stop button and the lift lurches to a stop.
"What the fuck does it matter to you if I pull or not?" I shout back at her, knowing full well a confined space is not a good place for me and Katie to have a showdown. We'll be lucky if both of us leave this lift alive. "The barmaid, Gia, I mean what the fuck Katie? Are you jealous or something? Do you want a shag, is that it? Afraid you're missing out on something Emily's had-" She cuts me off mid-rant with a slap to my cheek. The noise echoes in the silent lift as she hits me hard enough to leave a red mark on my cheek and I'm stunned in to silence. I went too far. I know I did. Me and my big mouth have once again landed me in the shit.

Katie glares at me with every ounce of fury she can muster and I brace myself for another slap. It doesn't come, though the words she forces out through gritted teeth hurt far more than any physical blow. "It fucking matters ok? You and Emily were supposed to last! While the rest of us were fucking everything up, you two were supposed to be forever! But you fucked it up didn't you? Couldn't keep it in your fucking pants! You broke Emily's fucking heart and she left because of you! She left me in this shit hole to deal with mum and dad and Effy. She left me!" Katie slams the button to start the lift again, her breath coming in short sharp furious gasps. "And you do have plans…In case you forgot we fucking buried Freddie two years ago tomorrow!"