A/N So I'm not sure if I am happy with this chapter or not with all the filler, but I'm going to put it up so I can move on with everything. Just wanna establish some sort of foundation for the story.
Hope you enjoy!
-thatbrownone
The bulk of her first class was spent inside her own head. It was a politics course, coincidentally. She absently took notes as her professor, an old monopoly looking sort, droned on about the syllabus and course requirements. For the first half of class, she mused on all the various reasons Effy could want to see her later. Maybe she was part of the mafia, the bait they used to lure people in. She certainly had the looks for it with all of her siren-like qualities. One glare from her and there was no denying anything she asked. Naomi doubted that a girl such as Effy simply wanted to hang out. There was no way she didn't have enough friends and boyfriends to keep her occupied.
The Second half of class was spent debating whether she would actually show up. She had enough time to escape unseen, and go back to her dorm since she only had one class today. She could start reviewing her coursework and get an early jump on whatever lay ahead. Naomi had picked a single dorm, so she wouldn't have to deal with the agitating habits of an irksome flatmate. There was no way in hell she was going to be picking up after some random messy slag. Sure, they could end up nice, but the chances just weren't high enough for her liking. Spending the rest of the day in her room though didn't exactly sound enticing and if she blew off Effy, she would be too ashamed to walk around campus and explore for fear of another encounter. The same feeling she had this morning bubbled up inside her stomach as the class came into its remaining minutes. Naomi somehow instinctively felt that Effy wasn't pulling one over on her. Something big was going to happen, and for that to happen Naomi had to stop being such a twat and had to go out on a limb for once. Her professor dismissed the class, and she exited the building with some form of excitement? Surely she wasn't actually looking forward to meeting Effy and possibly making new friends. No, she was just nervous about the ambiguous nature of the upcoming event. That's all.
Her class finished at half eleven, so she still had thirty minutes to spare. She got some coffee, smoked a couple fags and sat under a tree, trying to not look like a loner. As she was gazing off at the grounds, people watching and observing, she was captured by a flash of bright red. A girl had resplendent dyed-red hair that looked so soft you could make a pillow out of it. Naomi let her eyes trail down, and her icy blue ones were met by a sea of warm, chocolate brown. She had never seen eyes such as these, or eyes that had belonged to such a beautiful face. She was entranced by this petite girl who somehow came off as taller than her five foot three frame. The kind eyes and face were paired with a tiny, toned body. Her hips swayed back and forth and gentle laughter cascaded out her perfect lips. If only Naomi could reach out and touch those lips. Wait, what? No. She let out the breath she didn't know she was holding. That is not how Naomi feels thinks about girls. She is straight. She sleeps with men. She was simply carried away by a good looking girl that came into her view, nothing else. The girl seemed to be approaching her though. Naomi broadened her recent tunnel vision to find the girl with a group of friends. One of those being the ever smirking, all knowing Effy who raised an eyebrow at Naomi, then looked to the small red head. Naomi ignored the inquisitive look and stood up, bracing herself for whatever was to come.
"Friends," Effy substituted for an introduction, reaching for a silver tin in her bra and lighting up yet another spliff. Naomi mused she must keep everything in her bra, because those fishnets she wore certainly did not suffice as pants.
Her friends rolled their eyes at the vague introduction. "Emily Fitch," said the small redhead in a surprisingly husky voice. Naomi felt a smile burst on her face, and she stood again enamored by those kind, brown eyes. Slowly an eyebrow started to rise at Naomi and she realized she hadn't said anything by way of response. She probably looked like a right idiot just staring with a goofy grin on her face.
"Oh. Erm, sorry. Naomi. Naomi Campbell." She extended a hand to the girl and the air exploded with raucous laughter from a boy on the other side of the group.
"Naomi Campbell?" He asked incredulously in a loud, unique Bristol accent. "Seriously Blondie that's your name?" he asked after more howls of laughter.
"Ignore him, he is always this stupid," Said a tall, tan, fit boy who had an arm around Effy's waist, sharing her spliff, "Freddie Mcclair, nice to meet you."
"It's alright; I'm used to getting enough grief about my name. Usually from the same brilliant looking types as yourself" Naomi quipped in a sarcasm drenched voice towards the loud boy.
"Names Cook. I've got a cure for the sour mood you seem to be stuck in. It's my cock. How 'bout it love? Everyone loves a willy waggle with the cookie monster. Let's get together and feel alright." Cue more laughter from his peers as Cook waited for a response.
"Please. You couldn't make me feel alright if you stapled your tongue to my clit and stood on top of a cement mixer," Naomi quickly retorted, earning herself approving smiles and laughter from the group.
"Seems like you've got good sense about you to not shag that creature," said a girl who was almost a mirror image of Emily, but at the same time very different. Slightly darker, purple tinged hair. More.. slutty. And obnoxious looking. Her eyes, even though the same color as Emily's didn't have any effect on Naomi. "I'm Katie by the way. The better looking twin," she said with a flick of her hair and proving the obnoxious theory simultaneously.
"Well then, seeing as we are all chummy, off to Keith's pub." Effy announced as she turned again without waiting for response. Not like she needed to though. Everyone followed.
The walk over there was interesting, to say the least. They ended up kind of walking in clusters. Effy and Freddie leading the way, Cook and Katie in the middle, and Naomi and Emily tailing slightly behind. Naomi could hear Katie blathering on about some fashion magazine story and Cook didn't seem to mind because all of his attention was paid to every skirt that passed. This gave Naomi the perfect chance to discover more about Emily. They asked the usual questions. Age, which was 18 for both. Majors. Journalism for Naomi, Art for Emily. God, Naomi thought, her voice really was something she could lose herself in. Naomi shared stories about her mum and personal life, describing the communal living system her hippie mother had made her deal with, and how she went through college sort of alone. She found herself opening up to this girl she just met, and not even worrying about the consequences. Before she could question her own actions, they arrived at the pub owned by Cook's uncle.
The night was kind of a blur from then on. Naomi awoke the next morning in her dorm, alone. Her memory filled with Cook shouting "TEQUIIIILAAAA" over and over, Effy and Freddie getting extremely pissed and disappearing midway through the night, and Katie flirting with every half way decent looking boy, eventually going home with the most appealing one at the end of the night. Most of all, her memory was filled with Emily. The way she smiled so sweetly and genuinely. The way those expressive eyes giving away her every thought and reaction. The way it felt when they all danced and Emily pressed close to Naomi. She was sure it was purely in a friend sort of manner. Girls dance with other girls all the time. Emily was probably just putting on a show for the lads in the room as she gyrated seductively into Naomi's hips. They stayed until the pub closed, and Naomi reluctantly walked to her own dorm claiming she had an early class. She could have stayed out, but she didn't like the dangerous feeling that crept into her heart. Something was melting those ice walls she had slaved over the past few years and Naomi didn't like it one bit.
Present time
Naomi rolled over to look at the clock. 7:46am blinked back at her in red light. It was Sunday for fucks sake, she should be sleeping off the hangover that was starting to inch its way into her skull instead of sitting here worried about some stupid girl-crush. It wasn't even a crush really. Naomi was just lonely. She hadn't any real friends since primary and she was simply ecstatic to have someone to connect to. Yes, connect to. That much she would admit. For the first time she had someone who she felt was a real, good friend that cared. The rest of the group was great too, all taking her under their wing and making her feel like she belonged. Even if she constantly was hit on by Cook, bitched at by Katie, bored by Freddie, and had to deal with the feeling that Effy could read her mind. She met three more members of the group during the course of the week. JJ, who was a skinny boy with curly brown hair that had problems with getting "locked on" and seemed like he knew every fact and statistic in the world. Panda, or Pandora, who was a bouncy hyperactive girl in neon colors that felt the need to exclaim at every single thing that happened, and Thomas, a boy who originated in the Congo with a smooth french-african accent. Emily though, she was the real reason Naomi hadn't run yet. Hadn't avoided making more plans with them throughout the week and let herself fall into a feel of familiarity with people she didn't even know. Emily made her feel like she could trust, or start to try to trust her. Emily made her laugh, and caused her smile to reach her eyes and light up her face. Emily made her feel. She knew it was dangerous, letting all of this happen, but she couldn't resist. Every time she closed her eyes she saw red. She had needed keep in contact with her. She was determined to not let this beat her. She would keep hanging out with the gang, but she would also reign in all of these nonsense feeling that Emily caused and prove to herself this was nothing of concern. It's not like she loved Emily or anything. They were friends. Emily was just very kind, and didn't give the slightest indication of wanting anything more than friendship with Naomi. There's no point ruining the only thing that keeps you happy.
A few hours later a knock on the door surprised Naomi. She looked through the peephole and was instantly filled with excitement as she smiled, forgetting her recent decision to detach herself from her rampant emotions. She saw red, and opened the door quickly.
"Hey!" Emily exclaimed nervously, rushing into Naomi's room and closing the door behind her. She took a seat on the bed and started to explain, "So there is a girl named Mandy who is kind of stalking me right now, and I ran to your room to escape from her because I was near by. She thinks that me dancing with her for 2 minutes last night at the club means I automatically am in a relationship with her. I mean sure, she's well fit and all, but clingy is so not my type."
"Oh," was all that Naomi could manage. She wrapped her head around the information that just flooded her mind. Emily was gay. Emily likes girls. This changes things.
A/N alright hopefully that wasn't too bad! Next chapter shouldn't take too long to be put up, but I work a shit ton this weekend so that could interfere. You might just get to see something actually exciting on the next update though! Who knows *mysterious Stonem look*
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