Title: Highs and Lows at Bristol Grammar.

Author:

Characters/Pairings: Naomi/Emily, Effy/Katie.

Rating: M [For swearing, sex and everything else.]

Category: Romance/Drama.

Spoilers: None.

Disclaimer: I do not own Skins, or the characters. I can only wish.

Summary: Katie is dating school's bad girl Effy and Emily is lonely and confused with Naomi who can't seem to keep herself in class and can't seem to keep her head right.

A/N: This was actually really fun to write, I've always wanted a story about them all in school. I'd love to read it so I thought I'd write my own. Reviews are most welcome as is praise and constructive criticism.

I got up that morning and looked down at the girl who was still lying in my arms with a smile on her face; I really do hope that she has not taken this the wrong way at all. I gently and slowly move my arms from around her so that I do not wake her up and I get up, making sure that she doesn't wake. I gather my stuff and walk away with my bike back on to the road where I go home. I finally get home and my heart burns, I've just left her in the middle of all those trees, alone and she doesn't even know what's happened. She's clever though, she'll figure out that I've gone, but she might feel hurt. I pull out my phone and type a quick text:

Sorry, but I had to go, couldn't wake you. Ring me later?

I sent it and sat on my bed. I felt awful, I just lied to her because I was scared that she might have thought that my arms around her meant something, I'm a shit best friend, why can't I be okay with it? Why am I so scared of it? It's not like it's harming me is it? I should just be there for her, helping her through this, but I'm not doing. I've just fucking run away from her, run away from my best friend because of what she is, and it's not her fault that she's gay, it's not like she can help it. I'm stupid, really stupid, and I know that I am, but I don't get back up. I turn on to my side and tears break free from my eyes, staining my face. I'm still crying as the bedroom door opens.

"Ems? What the hell? What's wrong?" Katie says in a worried tone of voice. I sit up and look at her; she throws her arm around me and pulls me close to her.

"You're right, Naomi's gay. She likes me. What am I supposed to do?" I ask her in between tears. Katie sighs.

"Well it's not like you can have a problem with her being gay." She starts.

"But I do, I don't like it!" I yell at her, interrupting her. She takes a deep breath which shows me that she is annoyed at me for interrupting. I immediately silence myself and let her speak.

"You only don't like it because she likes you yeah? You don't like her do you?" She asked. I shake my head and then nod, and then shake my head again.

"I don't know Kates" I reply softly. She pulls me even closer and wraps her other arm around me. "I just don't know" I repeat. My phone starts to ring and the name Naomi flashes; I look at it and ignore it. Katie picks up.

"Now is not the time Naomi, Emily is... busy" She says and then puts the phone down quickly. "It'll be okay Ems. We'll get through this." Katie sat with me for a few moments then got up and went downstairs then came back upstairs with two coffees and gave me mine and sat down on her own bed, drinking hers slowly.

"So… Naomi. Tell me what you think about her altogether." She said to me. I looked at her and took a breath.

"She's my best friend; she's pretty, gorgeous in fact, funny and a lovely person. She cheers me up when I'm sad and she's clever. She makes me feel safe and she sticks up for me when I need it. She's always there when I need to talk or when I need help in class. She always makes me smile; she makes me feel special and makes me feel butterflies." I said to Katie in one breath. Katie smirked.

"Ah. I see." She said. I nodded. She drank the rest of her coffee and walked out, but before she closed the door, she made a quick comment. "You want her, you just won't let yourself realise. Sit there and think about her, it'll become clear sis… I'm going to see Effy bye."

I didn't like her, I know that I didn't. I wasn't gay. I don't think I am, but then again, if I'm crying then why do I want her to be here to hug me and hold me and tell me that it will all be okay. I sighed. I'm in deep.