Day 7 in the Big Skins House

10:04pm

The living room

Jal had left the house nearly fifteen minutes ago, and Michelle was cuddling up to a consoling Tony, tears streaming down her face. Naomi glanced over and thought about how tragic Michelle seemed making this much fuss after only knowing somebody for a week; telling herself that she would never show that much emotion towards anyone.

She excused herself from the living room where everyone was discussing how much of a shock the eviction was. "For Christ's sake" she mumbled to herself, reflecting on the fact that they had all nominated and knew that the eviction was tonight. How exactly was it shocking! She made her way over to the diary room, feeling the sudden need to rant at somebody about how stupid her housemates were to get so emotionally attached to others.

Katie who had been watching Michelle slime her way up to Tony suddenly rose to her feet. She'd had enough of watching the display and wanted something to take her rapidly building anger out on. She caught sight of Naomi wandering towards the diary room with a scowl on her face and shouted over to her. Naomi turned around as she heard Katie mutter something about needing a private chat, rolling her eyes in the other girls direction as she wandered slowly back towards her.

Naomi pulled her arm back instinctively as she felt cold hands grip tightly around her wrist, nails firmly leaving their mark, and tugging her towards the empty bathroom. Her legs complied with the other girls forced wishes, and she found herself leaning with her back flush to the sinks as Katie shut the door behind them.

10:08pm

The bathroom

"Why the fuck do you look so pissy Naomi?" asked Katie in a decidedly calm tone.

"What's it to do with you?"

"Nothing just thought I'd, you know, like be a friend or whatever." Katie threw Naomi her most convincing 'I am concerned' face.

Naomi sighed. She had wanted a rant, and decided that she might as well have one anyway, whether it was to big brother or to Katie. Katie looked genuine enough in her concern even if the slight glossy look in her eye suggested this chat was more for her own benefit than for Naomi's.

"I just don't get how Michelle is such an emotional fucking wreck after knowing someone for seven days. I mean, what the fuck is that about! Jesus! You wouldn't catch me being so lame. Really I wouldn't have given a fuck about who went…" she trailed off as she saw Katie's eyes visibly darken.

"What the fuck Naomi!" shouted Katie, glad that she could use Naomi's ramblings to her advantage and pick a fight. "I've seen you around my little sis; you'd be fucking devastated if she left."

Naomi was slightly taken aback, looking confused and muttering her objections to the claim as Katie continued to shout "If you hurt my sister bitch, so help me God I will fucking batter you, don't think I wont. I love her like fierce you know."

"I don't…I don't know…what you are talking about". Naomi reprimanded herself for sounding so shaky, fear flooding her body, and all her effort being focussed on not crying. She thought she had been doing a good job of hiding her ever increasing feelings towards the redhead from most of her housemates, but that illusion seemed to be shattering. She was well aware that the all seeing Cassie seemed to be able to bore her way into her thoughts but if it was obvious to Katie, who was definitely a little stupid and far too self involved, she wondered who else knew. Naomi was suddenly aware of her throat beginning to tighten as the panicky feeling she had become so used to erupted throughout her body; and she turned and leant against the sink trying to catch her breath, her hands clamped firmly onto the counter, knuckles looking ready to tear through her skin. "I don't give a fuck about pissing Emily" she managed to meagrely shout back at Katie, exhaling loudly and trying to sound convincing.

Emily entered the bathroom at that precise moment her face visibly falling as she caught Naomi's words. Katie looked at her smugly, planted a smirk on her face and left the bathroom, feeling much better about herself and only half wishing that it had been Michelle on the receiving end of her rage.

"Emily, I didn't mean it" said Naomi futilely, catching her eyes through the mirror, as a now angry Emily turned on her heels and silently left the bathroom, door slamming behind her; the reverberations drowning out Naomi's sobs.

Katie can be such a little wind-up merchant can't she!

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