Title: Right kind of wrong – Chapter 6

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: Something needs to be done tonight.

A/N: Not beta'd so mistakes are purely mine. Thanks for all the comments! They really do keep me going!

"Em, what's your favorite color?"

Emily bit her lip to stifle a blushing smile at the sound of her nickname. She paused for a few moments, her head kept down and her gaze fixed on the ground, waiting for the bright red flush spreading across her cheeks to disappear. She nervously fidgeted with the hem of her top, which never really was a good sign. The red head cursed herself for exhibiting such reactions, afraid that it might freak the blonde girl sitting next to her out. She hated it because it happens each and every time she was with Naomi and she was scared that these involuntary responses would set the blonde off, running away from her again just like before. She was already more than happy with the fact that she and Naomi were now actually spending time together, ever since that instance where they talked for hours under the rain. It had been days after that and it has become a habit to meet up under their usual spot, their place as the red head calls it.

Emily drew a deep breath, as soon as she felt the hotness on her cheeks fade, reminding herself that she can't fuck things up. Lifting her head, she faced the waiting blonde to give out her answer.

"Blue." She shyly replied.

"Oh." Naomi paused in surprise. She was actually expecting Emily to mention bright colors, it seemed like her type. "Nice color. Blue just like the ocean and the rain." She continued.

"And your eyes are blue." Emily barely whispered, her hand clamping her mouth as soon as she realized what had just escaped from her lips, her eyes growing wide in horror. She gnawed on her bottom lip hard, to the point that it was nearly bleeding, silently praying that Naomi didn't hear a single thing.

"What? What was that?"

"I-uhm, I said I love blue." She stammered, attempting to cover up what she said.

"It doesn't sound like what I heard." Naomi replied.

The red head scrunched her face, cursing Naomi's sudden take of notice on things. Why did she have to be observant now? She squinted her eyes, thinking of an escape from the embarrassing situation she was now in.

"It's what I said. Now what's your favorite color?" She let the words roll out from her mouth a little bit too quick.

"Brown." Naomi blurted out too suddenly, yet without hesitation. Her eyes were fixed on the red head's own pair, getting lost in them all at once. "I like brown." She paused. "Very, very much." She added and articulated each word with emphasis, as if to prove her point, hardly noticing that she was slowly leaning in towards Emily as she spoke. It was as if Emily's eyes were magnets, pulling her closer.

"You never liked brown Naomi! You like black right?" Naomi jumped upon hearing JJ's voice on the receiver, causing her to pull back and return to her previous position.

"Shit. JJ!" She hissed between her clenched teeth. How could she ever forget that JJ was listening?

Emily's forehead creased. "Who's JJ?"

"Uhm, JJ. He's a – he's a friend of mine. I suddenly remembered that I need to call him and tell him to stop messing around." Naomi nervously explained, giving vehemence at the last few words, sending JJ a message that he hopefully would get. To her relief, she heard him mutter "Sorry." at once.

"Oh. Right. Go ahead, call your friend then." Emily sourly replied, like there was acid in her tongue. Naomi noticed the sudden change of the red head's mood, from cheerful to sullen, and she could swear she saw a flash of jealousy on Emily's eyes. A triumphant smile fell on her lips.

"I swear we're just friends." The blonde couldn't help but explain. "Nothing more." She smiled again, enjoying the sudden turn of events.

"Why are you being defensive?" Emily bantered, her once sullen mood now gone.

"Well, coz you know, I just thought. Ugh! Never mind!" Naomi stuttered, rolling her eyes. The red head snorted at her reaction, giggling to herself. The other girl couldn't help but join in, laughing at the awkwardness yet silliness of the situation.

"So now, where were we?" Naomi asked after recovering from her laughter. "Oh right, brown." She paused, searching once again for those pair of eyes she'd now loved being lost to. Upon finding them, she smiled and said. "Brown is the loveliest color I've ever seen."

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Naomi and Emily made their way inside the facility, finally deciding that it was already too cold for them to stay outside. Along the way, they bumped into Katie.

"Oh Katie! There you are." Emily greeted her twin.

"Hey Em." The older twin greeted back. "I'm gonna go grab some dinner, you wanna come?"

Emily answered with a nod and turned to face Naomi who was standing next to her. She offered her a smile before turning her gaze back to her sister. "Katie this is my friend by the way, her name's – "

"The name's Jade." Her head snapped up as Naomi cut her off.

"I thought it's Naomi?" She asked in confusion.

"Erm, that's uhm, my second name." The blonde answered, biting her lip afterwards, hoping that Emily wouldn't press anymore.

"Oh, okay." The red head replied, to Naomi's relief. Somehow though, she wasn't that convinced. It was like Naomi's hiding something.

"I'm starving. Let's go." Katie called out, sensing the sudden tension that occurred. The two other girls nodded and followed her lead.

"Bonkers! Detective Jade! Good to see you around!" Panda shouted as Naomi stepped in into the cafeteria.

"Hey Panda." Naomi replied.

"How have you been? We haven't seen you around Jade." Freddie, who was on the same table with Panda and Effy, asked.

"I'm all good. Thanks."

"Come sit with us." Effy invited. Naomi eyed Katie and Emily who were now standing on the queue, waiting for their turn to buy some food. "Them too." Effy added. The blonde nodded and walked towards the twins, joining them. Emily had been unusually quiet and it worried Naomi too much not for the reason that her cover might be blown, but because she didn't want the red head to be upset. Weird.

"Hey." The blonde called out and gave Emily a little nudge as soon as they were settled on the dining table.

Emily turned and faced Naomi. "Yeah?"

"Why too quiet?"

"Nothing." She answered and softly shook her head.

"Is it about my name?" Naomi asked but Emily didn't answer.

"Hey Emily." She called again. "C'mon I'm going mad here."

Emily roamed her eyes around to see if someone was noticing their argument. Fortunately, everybody was busy with their food and own conversations. She heaved a sigh before she replied.

"What really is your name?"

Naomi half expected her question, but she couldn't find a perfect excuse this time. Taking a deep breath, she decided to tell Emily a little bit of the truth.

"My real name's Naomi."

"But why do you tell them it's Jade?" Emily asked, her forehead furrowing in confusion.

"Because I only tell people my real name if they're really special." Naomi whispered softly, sending the red head beside her into a blush.

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Naomi stepped in into her room, leaning her back against the door the moment she closed it. She shut her eyes tight, taking a deep breath at the same time as the realization of her cover being nearly blown hit her. She angrily kicked the floor, frustrated at how Emily makes her forget everything. She wanted to kick herself too for being so careless. She made her way to her bed and sat. She needed to think things over. She drew out another long breath as she tried to figure out why she was spending time with the red head in the first place. First of all, she never was the friendly type. God she hated people. And second, she was supposed to kill her for fuck's sake! It was easy, Cook said. Yet, she couldn't bring herself to do it. Something was stopping her. Something she couldn't put her finger on.

"Gain their trust so nobody suspects anything then move in for the kill when you've completely gotten it."

JJ's words rang over her head. Yes, this was exactly it. She needed time, enough to gain Emily's trust completely. It's the perfect explanation as to why she couldn't make her move. She forced herself to believe the excuse she was making, although half of her was screaming that this wasn't it. There was still something she was missing, something she needed to point out.

Suddenly, she felt her phone vibrating at the pocket of her jeans. She reached for it and saw the one name she was dreading to see.

"Cook." She mumbled.

"Oh shit." She heard JJ curse on the receiver. "Yes, JJ. Shit."

Pressing the green button, she greeted. "Hey."

"Naomikins." Cook called out back, speaking the most horrible nickname ever, but this time she didn't react to it. "How are you doing?"

"I'm fine." She briefly answered.

"Not in the talking mood are we?" Cook bantered.

"What is it Cook?" She retorted. She heard Cook laugh on the other line, then after a while he turned serious, dead serious.

"Why isn't she fucking dead Naomi?"

The question caught Naomi off-guard. She paused for a moment, thinking of something sensible to say but she couldn't come up with anything.

"Why?!" She flinched as Cook yelled on the other line, his voice full of anger and disappointment.

"I-I still need some time Cook. I need to gain her trust first before I do anything." She stammered.

"I think I've given you enough time Naomi." Cook replied in a grave tone. "Or are you being a fucking wuss? Can't do it, can you?" He insulted, provoking Naomi.

"No I'm not. I can do it! I told you I can!" She shouted at him.

"Aw, Naomikins is being a baby. Coochy-coo." Cook scoffed. "Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. If I had known, I would have asked somebody else to do the fucking job. Or I could have done it myself."

"Shut up! I can do it alright. I can!" She snapped, anger completely taking over her as she heard Cook's cruel words. She was never going to let anybody step on her.

Cook let out another dark, insulting laugh. "You can eh?" Turning serious once again, he spoke. "I want her dead by tonight, you got it?" Then, he hung up.

Naomi's phone slid from her hand, dropping on the bed. As Cook's last words rung in her ears, she just realized what she had gotten herself into. Her impulsive and provoked actions led her to this. Tonight, she has to kill Emily. She swallowed hard as she felt her throat run dry. She wasn't entirely ready, but she has to. Fighting back the tears that were starting to sting her eyes, she dropped her body to the bed and fixed her gaze on the ceiling. Lying on the bed for hours, she just kept staring at the ceiling, relishing each moment she had spent with Emily. She did not bothering to ask why she was doing it. It just felt like she had to, no, she wanted to.

As the clock ticked at two am, she reached under the bed, taking out her suitcase.

"JJ." She called while she flicked the suitcase locks and lifted the lid open.

"Naomi?" JJ replied.

"We do it tonight." She answered, her voice almost cracking down.

"Are you alright?" The brown haired boy worriedly asked.

She took another deep breath to push back the tears. "Yes." She paused, taking the switch blade knife from the secret pocket of her suitcase. She closed her eyes, her vision of a cheerful and beautiful Emily was replaced by a bleeding and lifeless one. She vehemently shook her head to get rid of the image, feeling herself choke at the vision. She wanted to remember Emily, her mesmerizing brown eyes, her cute little nose, her dashing smile. She wanted to remember how beautiful she is when she laughs, when she giggles, when she blushes. How lovely she looks even when she's soaking wet, under the rain. She wanted to remember how Emily says her name, like music to her ears that she could listen to all day. She wanted to remember her, everything about her.

"You ready Naomi?" JJ asked, breaking her reverie. With one last look at the vision, she stood from the bed, clutching the now opened switch blade knife, and headed to the door.

"Yeah J. I'm ready." She answered, letting Cook's harsh words ring on her mind to give her a boost, and to give her a reason to do what she was supposed to. As soon as she recalled, anger began burning up inside her again. This was her name and her pride at stake.

"Okay, good luck. I'll lead your way." JJ assured.

Naomi darted out of her room and went straight to the twin's own, a sickening feeling in her gut began rushing in. Upon reaching the door, she lifted her hand and clutched the door knob, twisting it gently so as to not make a sound that could wake anybody up. She glanced sideways first, making sure that there was nobody around that could see her, before pushing the door open and slipping in quietly. She closed the door soundlessly and roamed her eyes around the room, searching for her target. There was light entering the window, coming from the lamp post outside, enough to see around the room. Finally, she found her lying on the bed closest to the door. She sighed in relief, seeing that Katie's bed was on the far corner of the room, quite a distance from Emily's. She could see the red head's sleeping form from where she was standing, thus making her stop on her tracks. She stared at her intently, taking it all in. Emily's bright red hair spread all over her pillow, her nose that crinkled from time to time, her slightly parted lips that just pulled up into a smile. Naomi guessed that she probably was dreaming.

"Naomi, are you done?" JJ's question knocked her back to reality.

"No." She softly hissed. Shaking her head, she crouched slightly and walked stealthily towards the sleeping read head. She held the switch blade knife tight in place as she reached the side of Emily's bed, merely a few inches away. She prepared herself, shifting herself into a killing stance, ready to launch at the perfect moment, when suddenly, she heard Emily mumbling.

"Naomi."

The blonde's eyes grew wide in horror thinking that she had accidentally woken up the sleeping girl. She took a swallow and tried to stay still, not moving even one muscle. A drip of sweat flowed down from her temple down to her cheek as she struggled to keep her position.

"Naomi." She heard once more. To her relief, Emily rolled over to her other side, indicating that she was still fast asleep. Slowly, Naomi straightened from the crouch, her switch blade knife now pointing towards the other side, her killing stance broken.

An uncontainable frantic thud. An irrepressible speeding beat. A changing heart.