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Chapter III: We All See What We Want

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Naomi took a seat in the lecture hall: off center to the right of the podium and a few rows back. She made sure to get there early enough so there would be no confusion as there had been in her previous class. The start to her higher education had not gone as smoothly as she would have liked.

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"That's my seat."

"Pardon?" Naomi said looking up from her book.

"That's my seat," The girl repeated, "You're in my seat."

"There not assigned." Naomi replied going back to her book.

"Well I was there."

"Sorry? I didn't see your stuff." Naomi said looking around; the desk was empty besides her own book.

"Yeah well, I was there. I just went to go chat with a mate."

Naomi continued reading.

"Get up." The girl insisted.

"No."

"Get the fuck up."

"Fuck off."

The girl slammed Naomi's book shut before tossing it to the next desk.

"Give it back."

"Go get it."

"You're serious?" Naomi said incredulously, eyebrow raised.

"As serious as your serious lack of fashion sense."

Naomi gave the girl her full attention for the first time, sizing her up. Dyed brown hair with maybe a hint of red to it, big hoop earrings, beauty mark under her left eye, and a fucking bow in her hair. This was the girl that kept going on about her boyfriend that first day in the random girls dorm.

Naomi stood up accentuating her height over the girl and leaned over the desk, her face right in front of the brunette 's.

"I'll move now. But only because if I don't I have the feeling you won't shut up about it. And even the thought of having to listen to your voice a moment longer is going to give me a migraine."

With that Naomi moved out from behind the desk. As the girl went to move Naomi firmly placed her hand down on the desk, blocking the girl's path with her arm.

"Oh, and just so you know, touch my stuff or try and pull this shit again, and I promise we'll have more than words." Naomi smiled threateningly as she slid her hand across the desk and retreated to a different seat in the room. Grabbing her book along the way and feeling the daggers being thrown at her by the brunette the whole time.

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Naomi closed her eyes for a moment a sigh escaping her lips. First day wasn't even through and she already had an accumulating pile of work. Might as well get a start on it the thought. She reviewed her assignments list.

"Fuck me," she muttered to herself, opening another book.

"That an invitation?" She heard a voice say.

Naomi raised her eyes to find the source of it. A boy with short messy hair sitting in the row in front of her grinned.

"Sorry?"

The room had filled up considerably since she started in on her reading. She hadn't noticed most of the class fill up let alone the three boys that now sat together directly in front of her.

"That proposition of yours," he winked, "accepted."

"Tosser." Naomi rolled her eyes, turning back to her book.

Nine pages in the professor appeared beginning class. He was checking over the roster. A menial part of class Naomi had despised her whole life.

She sat and waited for it.

"Naomi Campbell?"

Laughter. She raised her hand with an eye roll. Eight or eighteen the response was the same, so much for maturity.

"James Cook?"

"Yo!" The boy in front of her raised his hand before turning back to face her as the next name was called.

"Hey Naomi, now I get it you got anger management issues." He smiled cheekily.

"Mm, only when I talk to wankers." She shot back.

"Cool, so you gona hit me with your shoe now or…"

She flipped him off.

"I like her," he laughed offhandedly to the two he was sitting with as he turned back around to face the front.

Kieran, as the professor had instructed them to call him, was now discussing the outline of the class. It was a mandatory first year class.

"Babe."

Which was why everyone looked oh so thrilled to be in it, Kieran included.

"Babe."

Basically they were to group off and spend the entire semester doing group based work that would end with a final project and presentation.

"Babe,"

"Babe."

"Sorry?" Naomi finally looked up "I'm not a babe," She snipped.

"No? Well, I'll be the judge of that." The boy with short brown hair smirked doggedly.

"Shut up, Cook," Naomi heard one of the other boys saying, "Sorry bout him." His friend was obviously tall even sitting in his chair. Tan skin, side swept greasy bangs, and a genuine dopy smile.

"Naw naw, it's alright just trying to break the ice," Cook began turning fully round to Naomi again, "Guess what I've got tattooed on me-"

"James Cook."

Cook stopped midsentence and turned round to face Kieran who just read his name off his roster.

"Yeah, Kieran?"

"Is there anything you'd like to share with the whole class?"

Naomi smirked at the boy being put in the hot seat.

Justice.

Cook laughed, "Naw, naw I'm good mate."

"Well since we are in class and it's time to break into your groups for the semester anyway why don't I help you out with yours?"

Cook just looked at him blankly. Obviously he hadn't heard a word the man had said past his name all class. Naomi felt smug waiting for him to get his.

"Seems you've already formed a group for yourself, so lets see how well it rises shall we?" Kieran said looking in Naomi's direction, "You're model girlfriend there can join your mates and round off your group to four."

Injustice.

Naomi must have heard him wrong. But she didn't, not only did the professor just take a piss at her name, but she was just stuck with the wanker Cook and his mates for the entire semester.

She opened her mouth to speak up but Kieran was already walking over to the other side of the lecture hall pairing up different groups at random. Fucking hell.

She turned to the three boys with the antithesis of a happy expression on her face.

"The three musketeers together all semester!" the third boy said enthusiastically, "The homeostasis of the group is preserved."

He was the smallest of the three boys with curly brown hair that stuck up in every direction, blue eyes, and braces.

"Three musketeers?" Naomi raised her eyebrow, "So what, you all mates from home then?" Naomi assumed aloud. She had moved down to the boys' row as she was now stuck with them, her new group mates.

The third boy grinned. "Actually we met the first day moving in and again reacquainted during introductions where we discussed further plans for the weekend and—"

"What Gay Jay here is trying to say Blondie," Cook interrupted, "Is one weekend of fooking shenanigans and we're mates for life. Ain't that fooking right?" He ruffled JJ's hair to emphasize his point.

Despite being visibly agitated from his hair being tousled JJ produced a grin. Obviously happy to be considered part of the group.

"I'm JJ," the third boy said sticking his hand out toward Naomi. She just looked at it.

"Freddie." The tall boy with bangs said with a head nod toward Naomi as he took JJ's extended hand and pushed it back down aware the blond had no intention of shaking it.

"Shenanigans?" Naomi questioned before thinking better of it. "No actually, I don't want to know. I take that back."

Freddie gave a crooked smile. "You really don't."

"Aw, I bet she does," Cook cooed, "All the sordid details." He added suggestively waggling his eyebrows in the process.

Naomi rolled her eyes, again.

"Ignore him," Freddie said, "Let's just get started on this project yeah?"

Cook was a wanker, but channel his energy in the right direction and he had his uses. Freddie given the right drugs was productive. And then there was JJ who was a genius. If Naomi was honest with herself she reasoned she could have done worse group wise. But they were still bloody annoying as hell.

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Naomi found herself falling into a routine as she rounded off her second week of classes. The time she would get up each morning reflecting how early or late her first class of the day was: ten o'clock class Monday, Wednesday, Friday, nine o'clock class Tuesday, Thursday.

Tea and toast by herself in the café or her room depending on how many alarms it took her to get up. She was anything but a morning person. Between classes lunch was a variable, where, who and when not always the same. After class and between fucking off and homework she would get dinner with the same people. It was as if each floor in all the first year dorms had grouped off. Freshman tended to have the safety in numbers mentality, so every evening Naomi was dragged to dinner by at least Effy, Panda, Sam, and Holly.

"You comin' roomie?" Panda said popping her head inside the door. That was Panda's most recent nickname for Naomi.

"What, yeah," Naomi answered looking up from her computer screen, "Just give me a second to finish this. You leaving now?"

"Effy says 'drag Naomi out of that room, we're eating,'" Panda smiled attempting her best impression of Effy.

She abandoned her paper, knowing full well Panda wasn't above literally dragging Naomi out of the room. She had learned that the hard way.

"Alright, lets go." Naomi conceded.

Naomi found living with Panda was going a lot smoother than she had initially expected. They were complete opposites, but somehow it worked. She was actually even becoming quite fond of the girl in her own way. If you had told her during the summer after their one phone call how swimmingly things would be going now, she would have scoffed at you.

The one thing she could not figure out for the life of her was how they were paired together. She had wondered if the school even looked at the forms they had filled out. That was until she saw Panda's workload. From that moment on their pairing made perfect sense. They were both completely insane, insane and overachievers. Panda's double major in biology and chemistry with a physical therapy concentration matched Naomi's double major of political science and journalism with a concentration in law.

While there was no denying Panda lived in her own world that didn't mean that that world was an unintelligent one. Panda had a photographic memory. Yes, she was all over the place in thought and action but the girl was smart.

Naomi walked out of their room and down the hall, past the stairwell and the bathroom until she reached Effy's room, which followed.

"You rang?" Naomi quipped leaning on the door jam of Effy's room. Panda bounded in sitting on the vacant circle chair.

Effy was sitting at her desk a small smirk appearing on her face.

"Naomi Campbell, out of her room," the brunette feigned surprise, "what's the occasion?"

"Didn't quite fancy being dragged out again," Naomi responded. Literally. Panda had literally dragged her out.

"Naomi Campbell? Like the model?" a voice said.

If Naomi hadn't been so surprised at the voice she would have rolled her eyes. It never got old and it was so old. She hadn't even seen the other girl in the room. Come to think of it Naomi had never met Effy's roommate before. In the shadows underneath her lofted bed a girl was sitting at her desk tucked away in the corner.

"Fuck's sake," Naomi retorted regaining herself, "Yes my name is Naomi Campbell, no I'm not a model, and yes I have heard that one before."

The girl leaned back looking slighted. "Sorry, I didn't mean…I was just surprised that's all…" the girl stammered.

"Naomi, this is Sophia, my roommate." Effy said killing the awkward conversation that was sure to ensure.

Effy then turned to Sophia, "We're getting dinner, want to join?"

"Umm," Sophia looked unsure, casting a glance at Naomi, "sure."

Meeting the others down the hall the girls headed to dinner.