Disclaimer: Still don't own Skins...shame.

Rating: T

A/N: Apologies for how long it's taken me to update. I have three jobs and a fiancée, so it's hard to find time to write at the moment.

I thought college would be a fresh start. A chance to wipe the slate clean and reinvent myself. Except everything's fucked up once again because Katie fucking Fitch is sitting a few rows behind me, telling anyone who will listen that I'm a raving dyke who tried to molest her oh-so-innocent twin. Because of course Emily Fitch isn't gay.

I can feel her eyes burning in to the back of my skull and it takes all of my will power not to turn around and meet her gaze. The first time I stared in to her eyes she took my heart. I think I'd physically explode if I tried to look her in the eye again. I've been head over heels in love with her for four years. We've had one conversation our entire lives. Which coincidentally is also the same amount of drunken kisses we've shared.

I'm scared to look at her. I feel like she's Medusa or something. As in if I look her in the eye I'll turn to stone. Not in the she's ugly as sin and has snakes for hair kind of way. Emily Fitch is quite simply beautiful. And her hair is a gorgeous red that caught my attention the second I walked in to the hall. My fingers are itching to run through it. Not that I'm gay.

I mean, gay or straight, man or woman, you can't deny that Emily Fitch is breathtakingly beautiful. She doesn't over do it with the make up like Katie. She doesn't need to put on a load of slap and have an attitude to get attention. The less dominant twin demands your attention simply by being.

I can hear Katie talking about me and feel my temper rising. I turn to confront her and find myself looking straight at Emily. She looks so lost and lonely in Katie's shadow. She looks away and my stomach drops. She looks back again and my heart leaps. I shouldn't still love her. Not after what she did to me.

Katie's whispering something in her ear and I can tell she's not listening. I imagine she learnt to block her sister out a long time ago. I expect to see regret written all over her face. Like I'm the biggest mistake she ever made. I think it would be easier to ignore her if she did look ashamed or guilty. But she doesn't.

She stares right at me, this little half smile on her lips. Her eyes are full of hope and her expression is optimistic. I'm really glad we're separated by several dozen people, or else I don't think I'd be able to resist the sudden urge I have to steal that smile from her lips. Her soft full lips that taste like cherry lip balm and cheap vodka...

I feel like she's stealing my soul just by looking at me. And that's really unfair, because she already has my heart. I can't afford to lose anything else to her. Her gaze becomes inquisitive as she tries to gauge my reaction to her staring at me. I try to look indignant. Outraged that she has the audacity to openly watch me. I feel my body shaking on the inside as I watch her out of the corner of my eye. I can't believe I'm terrified of a tiny redhead. She offers me a tentative smile and my gaze quickly snaps back to the front of the assembly. I don't smile back at her. I don't acknowledge her in the slightest. I do nothing. Which is exactly what she did the night Katie caught us kissing. Correction, caught her kissing me. She let Katie spread rumours about me being gay. Stood back and did nothing as her twin spread vicious lies about how I tried to molest poor little Emily. So the girl I was madly in love with, despite being very straight of course, built my hopes up and then tore my heart out. Is it any wonder I have trust issues?

I risk a sneaky glance at her out of the corner of my eye and feel my heart break all over again. She looks so crest fallen. She rolls her eyes as Katie continues to bend her ear about something or other. Probably talking about herself again. Conceited bitch.

They call out names for form classes. Emily and Katie are together. No surprise there. Emily doesn't look thrilled about it though. They call a few more names and finally get to mine. Which of course gets a few laughs. Just another reason to not draw any more attention to myself.

I had to get put in the same form as her. And her fucking sister! I'm going to have to face them both every morning until June. Hopefully Katie will fail everything and drop out before Christmas. Emily has that little half smile on her lips again as she realises we're going to be in the same form.

It's going to be a long year.