So yes, back again, trying to make up for dissapearing a lot recently. The next Summer of 98' will be up in the next few days too. I know this chapter's short, bare with me, social calamities take time to fix.

I DON'T OWN SKINS.

Enjoy :)

Naomi's POV.

"Welcome to Roundview College. I trust you are all happy to be here because, of course, we are over joyed to see so many young, hardworking, eager new students." I can hear the welshman, who has been introduced as 'Doug' but I'm really not listening anymore. I can't take my eyes off of the two redheads in the opposite corner to me. Obviously they're twins but they just behave so differently. It's interesting to watch. I'm trying to be subtle though, keeping my phone in my hand so I can use that as a prop in my clever scheme to observe the twins undetected. One of them, obviously the more gregarious of the two keeps hitting her mirror image. It's hilarious to watch how the quieter one gets just a bit more irritated when her ribs are jabbed with her twins elbow, but she stays quiet, just looking around the room, acknowledging her twins words every so often. The more lively of the two finally gives up on annoying the other. The quiet one appears to let out a sigh of relief and can finally concentrate on her enrollment sheet. Why I'm not doing the same I'm not sure. I know what a-levels I want to do, I just need to write them down. I quickly grab a pen, looking up every so often at the red head. I look back down at my paper and scrawl down my choices; Fine Art, Theatre Studies, English Literature and Photography. Yes I'm an arty. It's the only thing I'm vaguely good at so I might as well use that knowledge to my advantage. I look up again in the direction of the red head and she's gone. Fuck. I look round the room slowly and finally land on her small form again. She's on her own now, standing quite near me actually, carrying a bag that is obviously far too heavy for her. Her left shoulder has slightly dipped because of the weight of the bag hanging by her side. I can see her looking also in my direction, looking over me first and then down to the bags by my feet. She's obviously trying to work me out.

"Excuse me...Excuse me." I watch her eyes stray away from me and quickly round to the boy standing in front of her. She almost topples over at the speed she spins round. She gathers herself quickly though. I can't help but now look at the boy. Yeah. He's alright looking, nothing special. He looks right past her at first in the direction of her twin. Right so he's thinking twins? Every boy's dream eh? He can't help being a horny teenager.

"Sorry, am I in the way?" When I hear her voice my eyes snap back to her. She may look like a door mat who lets her sister walk all over her but her voice tells a completely different story. She's sincere yes, but I'm guessing she could deliver quite the argument.

"Well yeah."

"Sorry."

"I'm Freddie by the way." The look on her face as he introduces himself is priceless. She looks lost, like this has never happened to her. When she's finally brought out of her state of shock she shakes the boys hand and smiles, sincerely again.

"I'm Emily." Emily. Nice.

"Nice to meet you Emily." The boy walks off with a satisfied smile on his face. Obviously loving the idea that he just spoke to a rather stunning young lady. Stunning young lady? Did I just describe this girl, Emily, as stunning? Fucking hell. A feeling of jealously rises inside me for no real reason. Why would I feel jealous about them talking. Everyone talks. People are allowed to talk to whoever they want.

Emily turns round to face me and we make eye contact for the first time. Fuck her eyes are gorgeous. Again. Complimenting a total stranger. What is going on brain? Right, come on Campbell, pull yourself together. No more complimenting people in your head, no more using words such as 'stunning' and 'gorgeous'. I send Emily a slight smirk, masking up any emotion being shown on my features and turn away from her. Once our eyes disconnect I allow my features to relax. The smirk dissipates quickly and I retreat into myself and fiddle with the pen in my hand, lightly doodling on the piece of paper in front of me. Basically doing anything that will distract me from what just happened in my head. I don't even know what was going on in my head.

I finally turn back to where Emily was standing and realise that she's gone. I can't help but feel slightly disappointed, I don't even know why I'm feeling this about a complete stranger. I only know her name because I overheard it. Why has she made such an impact on me by doing absolutely nothing but stand there looking beautiful? Shit. Obviously I wasn't listening to myself when I gave my brain strict instructions to not compliment complete strangers. I move my focus away from the empty space in front of me and look back to my hands. I notice my phone blinking at me, I'm really not in the mood to socialize.

Christopher: Alright my favorite little lesbian. How's that shit hole college you're at now? xxxxxxx

Wrong move Christopher. Wrong fucking move. His timing is unfortunately impeccable.

Naomi: Not now Christopher.

My phone hasn't made even the smallest sound since I sent that text. He knows that when I say 'not now' I really do mean 'not now.' So here I am sitting outside Doug's office, waiting to give him my completed enrollment form. It's been about 20 minutes since I saw Emily so I'm guessing she's long gone by now.

"Remember Emily, we...are here for you." The moment I heard her name I tensed. I couldn't stop myself, it was a completely involuntary reaction. I stopped fidgeting and just stared at the wall in front of me.

"Erm. Thanks." Her voice. Shit. Shit. Shit. Why the fuck is she still here? Why is her voice so lovely. Shut the fuck up! It's not that lovely. It's just a voice, nothing special. Everyone can speak for fucks sake, it's not like I've never heard another human beings voice before. Right fucking compose yourself Naomi, she's just a person. A girl. A normal 16 year old girl. I've met other girls, I manage to talk to other girls very easily. What the fuck is it about this girl that makes everything so confusing?

I watch her leave Doug's office, obviously exhausted after spending at least 10 minutes with the man. I can't drag my eyes away from her as she lets out a sigh and closes her eyes in the most perfect of movements. She stays standing there, leaning against the door and I start to feel slightly awkward just sitting here with her in front of me. Right Naomi, time to be pleasant.

"Are you okay?" One of her eyes pops open when she hears my voice. It's probably the sweetest thing I've ever seen in my life. Shut the fuck up brain. No more compliments.

"Yeah, fine." Her voice comes out slightly unsure. Like she has no clue as to why I'm making any attempt to create conversation with her. Honestly, I don't even know why I'm doing this. I smile at her slightly "He's just a bit full on you know?" I laugh. Why the fuck am I laughing?

"Naomi Campbell?" Well that's my cue to leave. I collect my things, packing everything away into my bag while Emily just stands in front of me. Probably thinking about my name. It tends to have that affect on people when they hear it for the first time. I've got used to their reactions, can't say it bothers me as much as it used to. I look back up to her and of course her forehead is crinkled slightly due to confusion.

"I'm sure I'll see you around Emily." I sling my bag over my shoulder and head into Doug's office, hearing Emily behind me mumbling something to herself.

Yes it's like a repeat of the last chapter, oh well. I'm just sorting my thoughts out, so again just bare with me and let me know what you think.

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