Title: Right kind of wrong – Chapter 3

Author: kreia03

Rating: M

Warnings: Some swear words.

Disclaimer: I don't own Skins. I just wish I do. I seriously need a genie.

Summary: Naomi could really be clumsy sometimes.

A/N: Not beta'd so all mistakes are mine. Thanks for all the comments! Pretty short, but I promise the next one would be longer :D

"Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!"

Naomi stormed angrily inside her room, slamming the door shut with her full force. She stomped her way to the bed, kicking one of its legs hard but ended up stubbing her toe instead. She shouted a mouthful of curses as she held her offended foot, throwing her shoe away. Standing with one leg, she desperately tried to keep her balance as she attended to her stubbed toe. She was hopping a few steps, battling her way to keep herself standing, when she accidentally tripped over the shoe she threw. She landed on the floor, her face hitting it first.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" She blurted out, probably too loud that it sent JJ into hysterics.

"Naomi! Naomi are you alright?"

The blonde rolled over so that she was lying flat on her back, her hand flying to her aching nose. Once her fingers touched the bridge and felt a small open wound settling in there, she let out another frustrated scream.

"Fucking hell!" She muttered, dragging the "hell" word a little longer.

"Would you mind to tell me what is going on?" JJ asked as he tried to stifle his laughter.

"I stubbed my fucking toe J and I've got a fucking wound on my nose!" She exclaimed.

"And why is that?"

"Don't ask." Naomi replied in a grave tone, shushing JJ out. She gathered herself up and headed for the bathroom to look for a medicine cabinet. As she found one, she clumsily grabbed the adhesive plaster, some cotton and the anti-septic solution. She poured a small amount of the solution to the cotton and lightly dabbed it on her wound, still cursing under her breath because of her utter stupidity, not to mention, clumsiness. She could hear JJ from the receiver chuckling softly but she was too pissed to tell him off. As soon she was done dabbing her wound, she peeled the plaster off and carefully placed it over her nose. A frown was shaping in her forehead as she sees how stupid she looks. Blowing out her breath, she left the bathroom, took her shoe and darted out of her room. She immediately headed outside and sat down under the tree she spotted while walking. She took out her cigarette and lighted it up, taking long drags of the fag as an attempt to calm her nerves down, which suddenly seemed to be a bad idea as her thoughts then fall back to what had just happened, every bit of it. What she hated most was that her thoughts were lingering at the moment she met that particular small girl. She shook her head to get rid of those thoughts but she was failing. Throwing the now used up fag, she decided to lie down, her arms and legs spread wide.

"Emily." She mumbled, closing her eyes. They shot open not long after as a certain realization hit her.

"JJ." She called out. "JJ!" She repeated when she got no response.

"Yeah? I'm here." JJ quickly replied.

"What's the name of our target?" She hesitantly asked, an unexplainable fear was building up in her chest as she waited for the boy to answer.

"Emily." He casually replied. "Emily Fitch."

"Fuck." Naomi blurted out.

"Why? Is something wrong?" The boy worriedly asked.

"No, everything's fine." She lied.

"Well if you say so."

Naomi remained still and quiet, JJ's answer confirming what she was dreading to hear.

"Wait. This is wrong." She mumbled to herself, momentarily forgetting that the brown haired boy could hear her.

"What's wrong?"

Naomi gritted her teeth and yanked the small badge from her top, hiding it inside the pocket of her jeans. There was something wrong with her and she was sure of it. First, the unexplainable fear she had when she asked JJ who their target was, and now, the sudden feeling that she wasn't sure if she could do this anymore. Kill somebody, kill her.

"Fuck's sake!" She cursed once more and closed her eyes. She definitely was cursing today more than the usual. She shut her eyes tight trying to get rid of the thoughts now swirling in her head, making it ache. Most of all, she was trying to get rid of the doubt she was having. This was her mission and she needed to make Cook proud. Besides, Emily was just somebody she met, therefore it should be easy to kill her because there's no attachment, not that she cares for anybody at all.

Slowly, she felt herself dozing off, blocking her mind from that small part of it screaming with dread and aversion at the mere thought of killing Emily.

O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O

Naomi stirred a little as she saw her vision dim under her eyelids, like somebody was blocking the sunlight off. She slowly opened her eyes only to be greeted by a pair of chocolate brown ones and a beautiful face hovering over her. She smiled at the owner of the brown eyes and she saw her smile back. Thinking that she was dreaming, she lifted her hand and placed it on top of the other girl's cheek, the pad of her thumb beginning to gently stroke it, hence sending the other girl into a blush. Naomi smiled even wider, finding it downright cute.

"Hi." The other girl finally greeted, her husky voice sending an unfamiliar sensation to Naomi. "You're finally awake."

Naomi's whole body stiffened as reality dawned over her, this was no dream and she was already awake. Fuck. She quickly dropped her hand and bolted up right. Her movement was so quick that her forehead collided with the other girl's own. Both of them clutched their throbbing foreheads, wincing at the sudden pang of pain that came rushing.

"Sorry. " The girl muttered.

"No, I should be the one saying sorry." Naomi replied apologetically. "I-umh, erm, I was surprised to see you there Emily."

"I was watching you sleep." The red head barely whispered, her eyes growing wide with shock as she became fully aware of what she had just said, her hand flying to cover her mouth quickly.

"Excuse me?" She cried out, her brows rising up.

"I-I, I mean I was deciding whether to wake you up because it's already getting dark." Emily tried to cover up.

Naomi tore her gaze away from the red head and scanned the place, only to find out she was right. The sun was already on its halfway of setting.

"Oh." Was all the blonde could mutter as she brought her gaze back to Emily. She could see that she was still flushing, her cheeks still tainted red. A long, deafening silence fell between them.

"I better get inside. Katie might be looking for me." Emily finally spoke, her fingers fidgeting, playing with the hem of her top. She lifted her head to look at Naomi and gave her one last nod before she stood up and started to leave.

"Wait." Naomi called out, catching Emily's hand to stop her from leaving. The red head turned to her with a surprised and confused look on her face. Naomi heaved a sigh and swallowed, for she herself was surprised by what she had just done.

"Yeah?" She heard Emily ask.

Naomi tugged on Emily's hand and beckoned her to sit beside her. "Stay." She barely whispered.

The red head bit her lip before finding herself doing what Naomi wanted her to. She slowly walked towards her and sat down beside her, a shy smile forming on her lips. Naomi found herself returning Emily's shy smile, her heart skipping a beat.

Their hands were still touching and Naomi can't find enough reason to let go.