I really frightened you, didn't I? Felt I had to get this out quick.
Anyway, this chapter is based on the song The Fray - Hurricane. It kind of represents how Naomi sees Emily this night.

I don't own skins.

Chapter 9: She's a hurricane

Naomi PoV

To be met with a matching pair of judging eyes when exiting the room was not what I expected, and therefore I stopped dead in my tracks. As did Cook, but not for long though.

"Aah, Katiekins and Emilio, are ya here for my round two?" he makes thrusting motions with his pelvis and hands. The twins both clench their jaws and has never looked more alike than now. Emily's usually warm eyes were now threatening and raging with emotions.

Cook is not helping the situation, so I punch him in his shoulder. He yelps and shy away from me. "Fuck you." I grumble to him.

"What are you doing here?" I say to the fiercesome two, afraid of their murderous eyes. I don't think I've ever been met with such a hatred stare before. And on top of that, it's double.

Katie bites her lip, obviously holding back something. It looks like tears, but I'm not sure. Oh fuck, maybe she and Cook are involved.

Emily steps forward instead, squaring her shoulders. "You said something about a rescue team?" she narrows her eyes at me, her words spiteful. I had absolutely no idea why they were this mad.

I look at my watch. "But … it's not been seventeen minutes yet." I shakily answer, crumbling under the weight of it all. Why did her rage have such an effect on me?

Katie's arms fall to her sides at the same time her mouth falls open. "Fucked you good and quick, did he?" she snarls. Cook howls out in laughter. Katie strides over, stopping right before me. Her eyes is flashing with something dangerous.

"What? No!" I exclaim loudly.

"What do you mean? His Crayola dick didn't satisfy you?" Emily speaks up from behind Katie. I've never felt this small in my entire life.

"His dick wasn't even near me!" I yell, throwing my hands out! This situation was creeping me out, why are they even being so rude and gruesome for this? I just followed the fucking rules of the game.

"Don't you lie to me, Campbell!" Katie points her finger in my face, spitting out the words "I fucking heard you in there!"

I look helplessly towards Cook, but he just stands silent, watching the situation with big, amused eyes. Fucking jerk, he didn't care what anyone thought of him anyway.

I push Katie backwards, yelling "Fucking bitch!" as I stumble past her. "I don't have to listen to any of this, find someone else to harass!" I give Emily a last hateful look as I pass her. Her stance faltering for a second, before it's back.

I hear Katie yell after me as I run down the stairs, feeling tears starting to form in my eyes. "Fucking slut! Just jump on anything and anyone, do you?"

I rush past everyone downstairs, finding my way to the back door and shutting it close behind me. I lean against it, breathing deeply through my mouth. Hold it together, Naomi. Don't fucking cry.

With shaky fingers I open my pack of cigarette and takes one out. Thankfully I'm under a roof, because it's pouring out here. I walk away from the door, leaning the side of my front against a wooden pillar, looking out past the trees to the gray ocean. I light up my fag, and takes a deep drag. I'm still shaking, but the nicotine helps a bit.

I think about why they would just accuse me of sleeping with Cook, even after I said I didn't. I'm not a slut, I wouldn't just jump on him because of a game. Fuck knows he tried to jump me, but I turned him down. And why the hell was Emily so spiteful - why did she look at me like that? Was she just standing up for her sister? My thoughts spiral out of control, and I need to hold on to the pillar as I light up my second cigarette.

The door opens behind me, but I don't turn around. I sense that it's her hesitating in the doorway. I sigh.

"What?" I say, a bit irritated that she can just mess me up with one accusing look.

"You didn't fuck him, then?"

I turn around, finding her standing in the middle of the doorway looking intently at me. She has her hands crossed and her expression is still harsh, but not as harsh as earlier.

"No, I didn't fuck him!" I scoff, turning around again, finding some peace in the weather who was as fucked up as me. Or her, since she's acting as fierce as it is.

"Why, because it wasn't enough time?" she spits out as she comes to stand beside me.

"Why do you even care?" I yell, turning around to face her, crossing my own hands, throwing away my fag too. I try to mirror her expression from earlier, standing tall above her.

She shakes her head, flicking her gaze down, suddenly looking a bit fragile. "I don't." she mumbles. I sigh. I don't understand her at all. As I turn back to the view, I understand that an explanation is in its place.

"I didn't even go near him." I admit to the trees and stones and sky. I feel her shift to look at me. I don't look back, though, firmly locking my gaze in the falling rain. "He…" I clear my throat. "He obviously wanted to do something, but I told him no. Then he tried to convince me by all sorts of allurement and promises." I smirk, remembering back to his pathetic pleads.

"But, Katie, she heard…" she begins.

"Heard what, Emily?" I snap at her, very tired of this now. Why couldn't she just let it go?

"She heard the bed and you breathless…" she mumbles looking a bit anxious, flicking her eyes between mine and the surroundings, not finding a fitting spot to latch them onto.

"Fucking hell, Emily! He showed me what he would do to me if I gave in with a duvet and some pillows on his bed. I couldn't stop laughing at his ridiculousness!" I shake my head at her. "Let it go, okay? I didn't touch him, and he didn't touch me."

She looks taken aback for a minute before she finds her ground again. "Don't fucking blow up on me! I'm only protecting you, he's a fucking slut who would just fuck you around if you slept with him!" she yells. I screw my eyes shut. How did it get to this? The evening was so lovely, I was laughing and teasing her. Touching her. A shaky breath escapes my mouth.

"Em, this is ridiculous." I speak softly. she looks kind of shocked by my calm response, before her face shift into a sheepish smirk.

"It kind of is, isn't it?" she laughs. I bump our shoulders together. We look at each other for a minute, clearly wondering how such a dumb thing got the best of us.

"Shots, then?" I ask, hoping the whole thing were forgotten.

"Yes please." she smiles, and I drag her to the kitchen.

It's a couple of hours later that Effy drags me to the bathroom for a piss. The game was obviously called off after mine and Cooks minutes in heaven, and the place were soon filled with lots of lots of people. I kept close to either Emily or Effy, not daring to go close to Cook if Katie would glare daggers at me again. Emily pushed Effy when we met her after we got in, explaining with 'That's for scaring me half to death'. I didn't understand it one bit. More drugs was handed out and more drinks were consumed. I could barely feel my own body, everything seemed dreamlike around me. The music was turned up, and the living room was made into a kind of dance floor with dimmed lights. When me and Effy left Emily, she declared I'd find her there afterwards.

"Enjoying yourself yet?" Effy asks from where she's seated on the toilet.

I fix myself in the mirror, chancing a glance at her, hoping she's staying firmly in place, naked and all. "Yeah, I am. I had no idea Emily was such fun drunk." I smile a bit to myself. She was even more hilarious than usual, the alcohol retrieving the boldness I knew was buried inside her. And she talked quite a bit too, not so much of it making sense, but that wasn't the point. I didn't know if it was the drugs or her newfound fierce side, but I couldn't keep my eyes off her. She was just so charming and God was she stunning when she full on laughed. The quirk of her eyebrow and the twinge in her mouth made me twitch at the most inappropriate places when she looked at me. I tried telling myself that it was only the drugs, but her captivating being lured me closer for each minute passing.

"The fun hasn't even started." she states mystically, getting done and washing her hands. "Come on." she grabs my elbow and drags me out into the living room where a low beat rap tune is playing.

I rake my eyes over the dancing bodies, sweat and alcohol fills the air. Then my heart stops along with the my ability to think. There, in the middle of the dance floor is Emily, dancing. Dancing. It can't even be called dancing, her sensual moves and the swaying of her hips. Her arms are held over her head and her eyes are firmly closed, like she's feeling the beat of the music down to her very bone. Her hair are damp and moving everywhere. I see the sheen of sweat on her body, on her upper chest. A drop trickles down from her collarbone and into her top. If only I was that drop. I'm so far gone that the thought doesn't even rattle me.

I can't move, I drink in her body that I didn't even knew could have such an effect on me. I notice how her short shorts makes her legs seem longer. And I notice how slim her waist is, how I can see the curve of her breasts through her top, how inviting her neck looks, how absolutely delicious her slightly parted lips looks.

"Ripples." Effy suddenly whispers into my ear, and give my lower back a slight push. If I was sober I probably wouldn't even falter, but I'm not, so I stumble towards Emily who catches me by gripping my upper arms.

"Careful there." she murmurs, while looking seductive and innocent all at once. I just stand there, probably looking gobsmacked, taking in every aspect of her face. She raises an eyebrow at my lack of response and laugh that delicious laugh. Her husky song fills up my chest to the point I have to close my eyes so it doesn't spill over.

When I open my eyes she's dancing again, keeping close. But this time her eyes are not closed, they're boring into mine. My breath hitches of the intensity of it all. Everyone around us vanishes as all I can see is brown and red. Before I have time to think what I'm doing, my hand reaches out to her hip as I start moving in sync to her. It's packed with people around us, so we're already standing pretty close. Her hand find mine on her hip, and she brushes her fingers up the length of my arm, lingering on my collarbones, up my neck, over my cheek, ending with a light stroking to my bottom lip. She eyes it with her now half open eyes, licking her own lips. I reach out my other hand to her hips, jerking her flush against me. Her hands settles on my neck, tangling in the curls she finds there. Our faces have never been this close, and even though time stops for a second, we soon realize that the music has changed. We both smile and laugh at the song blasting through the room, it's a really crazy song, upbeat and all. In my hazy state I think I recall the name. We run the night. Remembering our closeness, we start to move again, everything in sync. Her move becomes my move, and I'm not sure who's doing what anymore. We become one.

My hands move to her back, holding her impossibly close, our breasts pushing together. Her hands are wandering, driving me crazy. They drifts inside the top of my shirt, skimming all over my shoulders, collarbones and upper chest. She leans her head into the crook of my neck, so my face brush against her hair. Our sweaty bodies meld together while her hot breath in my ear make me shiver. I'm about to burst of all this energy when someone jerks me away from her.

Katie fucking Fitch.

She gives me an ugly glare before returning her attention to a now very unfocused and dazzled-looking Emily. I smirk, it definitely wasn't just me feeling this.

"You need to get a shag, tonight!" Katie yells into her face. Emily blinks, seemingly snapping out of it.

"What?" she asks confused, eyes distractingly flicking to me who stands like a duck in the middle of the floor.

"You're so fucking uptight, I'm going to help you find a guy to unwind with!" Katie exclaims, clearly proud of how she's helping her twin. A painful pang goes through my body at her words.

"What? No!" Emily scrunches her face together, trying to get past her and back to me.

"Yes, Emily! YOLO, right?" I roll my eyes at that saying. Fucking hell. She holds her firmly in place with her hands. "Look, I bet JJ is keen. You need to lose your fucking V before you end up as an old cat lady!" I notice Emily getting more and more winded.

"No, Katie! I don't need your help and I'm not going to fuck JJ!" she yells back.

"Come on, Ems! Just find someone else then, put your efforts into it. Maybe I even can make Cook give you a pity shag." Katie looks into Emilys disgusted expression with big serious eyes. I feel a presence next to me, and realized Effy and Freddie has sneaked up on me to view this great exchange.

Emily drags her hands through her hair in a frustrated way, clearly trying to calm herself down. Her gaze flickers over the surrounding people, barely meeting mine before settling on Effy. I look sideways to catch her nodding at Emily. I sense something big coming, an outbreak of sorts. I had no idea that the storm that was Emily Fitch would hit shore tonight.

I see her visibly brace herself "No Katie!"

"What do you mean, no?" Katie huffs.

"I mean no! I don't want to shag any boys. And do you know why? I'm fucking gay!" Katie looks taken aback at her outburst, her confession. Emily is almost vibrating with the adrenaline running through her, clenching and unclenching her whole body. Everyone around us stops dancing to see what all the yelling is about. My mouth opens and my eyes widens. She's gay.

I feel my hands shaking at my sides, and clench them together to stop. I swallow and concentrate on my breathing.

She turns to look at the people surrounding her. "That's right, I'm a RAGING LESBIAN!" she screams at the room! Katie stands helplessly at her side, shocked into oblivion. I see Effy taking a hold of Emily, dragging her off, before I feel someone dragging me in the opposite direction. I look up into Freddie's friendly smile.

"Spliff?" he asks with a smile.

I just dumbly nod, my head racing a hundred miles per hour. She's gay.

He leads us to a storage of sorts, leaning on the shelves before lighting up two spliffs, one for each. I inhale deeply, too deeply, almost choking on it.

"Easy there." Freddie simply says.

I try to calm my heartbeat, but I only end up tapping my fingers on a big freezer. Freddie lets out a sigh, moving to stand beside me. It feels weird being here with him after such an episode, I'd never talked much to him.

"You okay there? You seem a bit jittery."

"She … she's …" I start but trail off, words obviously betraying me tonight.

"Gay." he finish for me, looking as carefree and stoned as ever. Why isn't this affecting him? Why aren't everyone in fucking shock like me?

"Did you know?" I turn to him, wide eyes. He just smirks.

"Being together with Effy has its perks." he muses. I place myself on top of the freezer, dragging my hands through my hair over and over. I don't feel anything, I don't feel my face. I sigh as I bury my face in my arms, leaning on my feet. I wish I was sober, to think this through properly, to stop freaking out.

I fucking danced with her. Like intensely, sensually and sexily danced with her. She skimmed my body with her eyes and hands. She looked so, so ... jealous earlier with Cook. Maybe it all meant more than I thought.

"I guess you should know the story."

"What story?" my head snaps up from its hiding spot.

"She kind of had a thing with my sister last summer before she moved away." he flicks his spliff "No one knew about it, except for Effy, and now me. Emily was deeply devoted to her, she did everything for her, but…" he trails off, looking into the ceiling.

"But?" I push.

"But when Emily wanted to go official, to come out, Karen freaked out, claimed that they weren't serious and stormed off from her. When Emily found her, she was in bed with Cook." he scrunches his face, as if the pictures of his sister and his best friend are hurting him.

"Needless to say, it fucked Emily up. She reverted into herself, closing herself off in her closet. My sister, she regretted it and managed to stay in touch with Em after she took off for university. Keeping her as a safety net for when some boy broke up with her or something. At least that's what Effy says." he swallows and look into my eyes.

"They're fucking pricks, you know, Karen and Cook. But they're my sister and my best friend. And Emily didn't know that I knew, so I couldn't do anything." he shakes his head, looking sad.

I don't know what to say to it all. It breaks my heart, how Karen could do that to Emily and what an idiot Cook is. The conversation from the first night with Effy suddenly comes back to me. "She wasn't even like this when the McClairs moved here."

I take a shaky breath, it all dawning on me. I fiddle with my bracelets as I'm wondering what it would mean for us, for me.

"Freddie?"

"Yeah?"

"She…" a deep breath "She likes me, doesn't she?" I'm so nervous for the answer that my voice is shaking.

He scoffs. "Are you always this insensitive?" he gives me an annoyed look.

"What?" I answer dumbly.

"She just came out to her fucking sister, and you're here freaking out if she may like you? Big fucking deal, Naomi! She just had one of the most important moments in her life, and all you can think about is yourself? So what if she likes you! So what if she don't! She's still the Emily that you joke around with, she's still the Emily that's your friend. And that's what she'll need tonight, a friend, not a fucking lover." he eyes me expectantly after his great speech.

I sigh and shake my head. "Oh god, I'm such a twat, aren't I?"

His frown turn into a laugh. "A bit, but it's alright." he climbs onto the freezer and sits beside me. I lay my head on his shoulder, feeling my eyes drop. I'm bloody pathetic, a fucking selfish loser. As he said, she would still be Emily if she liked me or not. And I didn't care. She would still be fierce, beautiful Emily. And from her, I wouldn't run. Not tonight.

"Thanks, Freds." I whisper. He just nods and fire up another spliff.

About half an hour later Effy bursts into the room, me and Freddie well stoned. She smirks at our useless stance.

"Am I interrupting something?"

"Not at all!" I pat the space next to me, "come join the party." I smile crookedly at her, almost falling over Freddie.

"Actually," she turns to Freddie "I think it's best we get Emily home."

"Is she okay?" I pipe up.

"She just drank another bottle of vodka and has started on her second out in the backyard. Katie is M.I.A., probably somewhere fucking Cook. She sent me a text to get Emily safely home. So yeah, we better go before she gets alcohol poisoning."

Me and Freddie swiftly stands up, not being steady at all, but trudging to the backyard anyways. As we get outside I notice the rain has stopped falling, the smell of it still lingering though. She's sitting on a bench facing away from me, drinking from a big bottle.

"Ems, bedtime!" Effy yells. Emily just waves her off.

"I'm fine here, just go." Effy rolls her eyes at her answer.

"This is so typical her. Never wanting to leave the party before she practically falls apart." Then she motions for me to go over. I'm pretty nervous as I do so.

"Ems?" I kneel before her.

"Nai." she breathes out. Her eyes are unfocused as hell, and I have no doubt in my mind she won't remember any of this tomorrow.

"Let's go home." I take her bottle and throws it away, before dragging her up to a standing position. She giggles as she just falls back down on the bench. I sigh, looking exasperated back to the two others. Freddie comes over to help me, and we both take each of her arms over our shoulders, holding most of her weight as she can barely walk. We have a great distance to go, and I hope it will sober me up, as I'm not sure how long I can continue this workout with so much drugs in my system.

She babbles endlessly. Something about Katie and James and the store and a holiday in France. When she switches to how the anatomy of a fish is, I have to roll my eyes. Does she ever stop?

When we're on the last bridge before my house she declares that she will not be carried anymore and is perfectly fine to walk herself. Well, she's not perfectly fine but it works in a way, her stumbling after us. Freddie found Effy's hand, and they're currently a bit ahead of me, Emily slowly following, stopping ever so often to drag some straws up of the trench. I think I've never seen a person as gone as she is now. And I can understand why she did it, coming out the way she did.

Effy slows her walking when we see my house and looks mystically at me.

"Katie told me to get Emily safely home, but I kind of want to be with Freddie tonight instead of taking care of her." I scrunch my face at her.

"Aren't you supposed to be her friend?" I ask, pissed.

"Relax, hun. I was going to ask if she could crash at yours. But if it's too big of an hassle, I'll do it of course."

We both turn to look at Emily staggering, swaying from side to side on the road. I feel so sorry for her in that second, I just want to hold her close and tell her everything is alright and she is alright. Plus I felt I owed her since freaking out over my own worries earlier instead of worrying about her. Effy had despite it all sat with her after her outburst, which I had not.

"I'll do it." I turn and give Effy half a smile. She smirks, pats my shoulder and jogs back to Freddie, before I see them disappearing over the hill.

I go back to Emily, eager to go to sleep. I'm tired as fuck, and I bet she is too. I grab her under her shoulder, to make her go straight.

"How are we doing, Em?"

She stops, seemingly deep in thought of the question. "I'm…" she hesitates before she finds the word she's looking for "excellent!" then smiles the biggest, happiest smile. I laugh.

"Is that so?" she nods, giggling. "Yes."

"You're kind of as slow as a turtle, though." I say when I realize we're barely moving forward. She bursts out laughing.

"I'm like the turtle in the race!" she exclaims, waving her hands. "He beats the hare, and he's awesome!" I shake my head, sometimes she's too cute.

"What about we race to my bedroom?" I say before I can think it through. She leans in close, her cuteness turning dirty rather quickly, her eyes almost manages to focus on my face. She smells like alcohol and mischief.

"Now there's an offer I can't refuse." she purrs.

A shiver goes down my spine. I need to remind myself that she is wasted, she just came out and I'm her friend that will take care of her tonight. We manage to slip into my room without mum or Kieran coming to see what all the noise is about. I sigh a breath of relief as she falls into my bed, Tiger jumping away when she sees the intruder.

"This smells like you." she mumbles as she climbs up and lays her head on my pillow.

"You don't say." I answer as I go into the bathroom to slip into some more comfortable clothes and remove my make up. I don't even bother with changing her, expecting her to fall asleep so I have to drag her clothes off. I won't do that like this. What am I saying?! I won't do that. Period.

As I return to my bedroom, she is seemingly asleep at one side of the bed. I spread the duvet over her, and lay down next to her with my face against the wall. I didn't have the energy to dwell on having her in my bed, I was so fucking tired.

"Why didn't you sleep with Cook tonight?" she asks quietly from behind me as I hear some rustling. Not asleep, then.

I think about it for a second. Why didn't I? If this was a month ago I would probably have done it, game or not. He was good looking and kind of charming. Plus he didn't want anything serious - it was just the type I usually went for when I wanted a shag. But I didn't want to, not at all. I didn't want to get a release that way anymore. It wasn't appealing at all, and I had no idea why. My drained brain wouldn't work anymore, so I said the only thing I could before I fell asleep.

"It wasn't right."

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So no Naomi and Cook, thankfully! But drama nevertheless.