Thanks to all of you that have read and commented. Every time I see a review, I probably look like an idiot from grinning so much, but it always means a lot to know people are enjoying it. As always, sorry if there are any mistakes…I try to get them all, but it's hard to.

Chapter 3

Emily didn't know anyone could hate her quite this much; anytime the blonde looked at her, she was scowling. They seemed to constantly run into each other in the hall of the dorm building or in the cafeteria and of course in class, but, thankfully, there had been no more mishaps. It had been two weeks since their Communications professor had told them they'd be in groups, but he had yet to say anything else about it. Until now.

"Okay, I want you to get into the pairs that I assigned," he said with about fifteen minutes left of class. "I want you to work on this together and turn it in on class Friday."

"Good luck," Effy whispered as Emily stood up.

"I'll need it," Emily whispered back

She walked over the to the blonde, who was sitting there with her arms crossed and looking like she'd rather be doing anything but this. The professor handed Emily a few sheets of paper that were stapled together as she sat down.

"Now that you're in your groups, look over the paper I gave you," he said. "You can work on it now or you can leave and work on it on your own time."

Emily looked down to read the paper, but Naomi yanked it out of her hands. "You're very rude; do you know that?"

Naomi just shrugged. "Jesus."

"What?" Emily asked, grabbing the paper back.

"Shit," she said before sighing and setting the paper down on the table.

They had to get to know their partner. There were dozens of questions on the paper that they had to get together and answer for one another and then they had to write about each other.

"Do you want to start now or meet somewhere before Friday?" Emily asked, hoping to do it in as little time as possible.

"Do I have a third option?" Naomi asked. "Like sticking my head in an oven?"

"Fine," Emily huffed and grabbed their assignment, shoving it in her bag before standing up and heading for the door.

She thought she heard Naomi say something, but she wasn't going to turn around to see. She ran down the stairs and slammed her hand into the door, causing it to fly open. She, Effy, and Katie normally ate at this time, but she didn't really feel like it now, so she started walking in the direction of her dorm.

She was a good bit away when she heard someone running up behind her.

"Where are you going?" Naomi asked.

"Fuck you," was Emily's only response.

"Wait," the blonde shouted at her, grabbing her arm, and spinning her around.

"I'll do it without you," Emily stated.

"And how do you expect to get my answers?" Naomi countered.

"I'll make them up," Emily said, turning around to walk away. "Feel free to go stick your head in an oven at any time."

"Wait," Naomi said, grabbing her arm again, but sounding a little less hostile.

Emily jerked her arm away, out of the other girl's grip. "What?"

Naomi sighed and it looked like it pained her to say what she was about to say. "Are you free tonight?"

"What?" Emily asked.

"Are you free tonight?" Naomi repeated, clearly not happy with what she was having to say. "I'm not going to fail this class so can we just meet up in the library or something and get it done?"

"Are you going to stop being such a bitch?" Emily asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

A small smile tugged at Naomi's lips. "That I can't promise."

"Nine o'clock?" Emily asked.

Naomi nodded once. "Fine."

"Shit," Emily said to herself as she walked away.

Now she felt like sticking her head in an oven.

It was a quarter to nine and Emily found herself in the library lobby, nervously pacing the length of the room. This was the last place she wanted to be at the moment and she wondered if Naomi would even show up. Actually, she was kind of hoping she wouldn't so she could make up some ridiculous answers about the blonde. At least that sounded more fun than spending several hours with someone who seemed to despise her and would probably be throwing insults at her the whole time.

Emily suddenly noticed a hand waving in front of her face. "Hello?"

"Hi," Emily said, her head jerking up. "Sorry."

"Uh huh," Naomi replied. "Let's get this over with. Where do you want to go?"

Emily shrugged. "Dunno, I've never been here before."

"Follow me, then," Naomi said with an eye roll.

Emily followed Naomi to a fairly deserted corner, tucked behind some book stacks. It was very out of the way so they wouldn't be interrupted, but that also meant Naomi could probably kill her and no one would know it.

"Did you bring the assignment?" Naomi asked.

"Yeah," replied Emily, pulling the slightly crinkled paper from her bag.

"What the hell did you do to it?" Naomi asked, surveying the paper.

Emily looked at her. "I shoved it into my bag when some twat started bitching at me."

Naomi narrowed her eyes at the redhead. "Excuse me?"

"Nothing," Emily said, smirking. Naomi kept insulting her so she figured it was about time to start insulting her back. "Let's do this." She pulled out her notebook and a pencil before grabbing the paper. "Okay, full name."

Naomi glared at Emily, who was clearly trying not to laugh. "Naomi Campbell—I have no middle name." She pulled out a notebook of her own from her bag. "What's yours?"

"Emily Jane Fitch," she replied

"Clearly your mother is not as evil as mine," Naomi deadpanned.

"I wouldn't be so sure of that," replied Emily. "Birthday?"

"June 14th," Naomi replied.

"Mine is July 19th," Emily said. "Favorite color?"

"Yellow" Naomi answered. "You?"

"Red," replied Emily.

Naomi looked at her hair. "Clearly."

"What?" Emily asked. "Don't like my hair?"

Naomi shrugged. "It's just very—bright."

"Yeah, well—" Emily said, looking back at the paper. "Favorite food?"

"Garibaldis," Naomi said without hesitating.

"Huh," Emily said.

"What?" Naomi asked.

"We have one whole thing in common," replied Emily.

"Probably all we have in common," Naomi said, scoffing a bit.

Emily rolled her eyes. "Where did you grow up?"

"All around," Naomi replied. "My mum is a bit of a hippie and moved us around a lot."

Emily cocked her eyebrow. "I need you to do better than that."

"I lived in London for the past several years, before that I lived in Bristol—" Naomi started saying.

"When?" Emily wondered.

"Pardon?" Naomi asked.

"When did you live in Bristol?" Emily clarified.

"From the time I was twelve until I was about sixteen," Naomi replied. "Why?"

Emily shrugged. "That's where I grew up. I wonder if we ever met before."

"Who knows," Naomi replied. "It's a big place." The blonde then grabbed the piece of paper and continued on with the questions. "Do you have any siblings?"

"A twin sister, Katie, and a younger brother named James," answered Emily.

"Only child here," Naomi said, causing Emily to smile. "What?"

"It's just—that was a bit obvious," Emily said, trying not to laugh.

"What makes you say that?" Naomi asked, crossing her arms.

Emily's smile grew. "Well, I hate to break it to you, but you have a bit of an attitude."

Naomi scoffed. "Fuck you."

Emily snickered. "Oh come on."

"Well, I'd rather be an only child with an attitude than to have slutty twin sister," Naomi harshly said.

"Hey," Emily said, loudly. Yes, her sister was a bit of a slag, but she was still her sister and Emily couldn't help feeling the need to defend her. "You don't know anything about me or my sister. You know what—" Emily ripped the top page out of her notebook and slapped it down in front of the blonde. "Just write your answers down and don't talk to me."

"Fine by me," replied Naomi, throwing a sheet of paper over to Emily.

"I hate her," Emily said, slamming the door behind her as she entered her dorm.

"Sounds like it went well," Effy said, never looking up from her book.

"For a half second, I felt like we're being civil and then she turns into a bitch again," said Emily, crossing her arms and huffing. "Things were going relatively well until I dared to joke around with her and she called Katie a slut."

Effy smirked. "Katie is a slut."

Emily rolled her eyes. "That's not the point."

"What is the point, then?" wondered Effy.

"The point is that she's a cow," Emily said, flopping down beside Effy on the couch and sulking.

"Did you at least get your assignment done?" asked Effy.

Emily shrugged. "I guess. Instead of asking her the questions, I gave her my paper and told her to write her answers down and not talk to me."

"Very mature," Effy joked.

Emily rolled her eyes. "It's hard to be mature when someone is constantly insulting you."

"You do it fairly well with Katie," noted Effy.

Emily frowned. "That's different."

"How?" Effy asked, putting her book down, and looking at the redhead.

"Because I don't get the feeling that my sister is secretly plotting my death," answered Emily.

Effy laughed out loud. "I doubt she's doing that."

"You don't see the way she looks at me," replied Emily.

Effy stopped laughing and smirked. "Don't you know I see everything?"

Emily couldn't help but smile. "Should I start calling you God?"

"If you want," Effy said, nudging her shoulder into Emily's.

"So—" Emily said, staring at her hands and then glancing at her friend. "How are you doing, Eff?"

"You know me" replied Effy, shrugging a shoulder.

"Yeah," said Emily. "I do."

"Some days are better than others," Effy answered.

"We all miss him, you know?" Emily said, putting her hand over Effy's.

Effy leaned over and put her head and Emily's shoulder. "I know."

Emily kissed the side of Effy's head and at that moment, the door opened.

"Get a room," joked Katie.

"We had one until you barged in," Effy joked back.

Katie scrunched her nose. "Eww."

Effy grinned. "You started it."

Emily rolled her eyes and tried to ignore her sister. "I'm going to go work on this."

"How'd it go with the bitch?" Katie asked.

"Swell," lied Emily.

Emily grabbed her bag and walked into the bedroom, throwing the bag on the bed before throwing herself onto it. She was still fuming from earlier, but she supposed she should have known better than to joke with Naomi the way she did. She didn't really mean anything by it when she said the blonde had an attitude and she still didn't know why the other girl hated her so much. Maybe she was just like that with everyone, though.

"Whatchya thinking about?" Effy asked, leaning against the wall, watching Emily.

"Nothing important," replied Emily.

Effy smiled. "I thought you were going to work on that paper of yours."

Emily smiled as well. "I think I'm too tired."

"Can I—" Effy swallowed hard. "Can I sleep with you tonight?"

Emily looked at her friend and could see the sadness in her eyes. "Sure."

The redhead got under the covers and scooted over to make room for the brunette. It wasn't the first time Effy had asked to sleep with her; she'd done it several times over the summer when she was having a rough night. Effy tended to have nightmares and having someone nearby seemed to help with them.

"Sweet dreams," Emily whispered, placing a kiss on her friend's forehead.