Chapter Two: Naomi's POV.

Please Review, i dont bite, honest. Authors Note at the bottom, btw. an incentive to read the story :)

Within two minutes of sitting down, I realised I'd made a big mistake. I suppose the first indication was when he undressed me, blatantly, with his eyes, for all to see. And didn't stop when I tutted, loudly. Fucking brilliant. Two, he then paused his music. Three, he spoke to me. Christ, I make some stupid mistakes…

"Alright Blondie"

I ignore him

"Babe, Babe, Babes, Babe…?"

I cracked – "I'm not your babe"

"I'd disagree. I'm pretty sure you will be"

Great, a fucking lad. And a cocky one at that. If only I'd woken up on time…

"I'm pretty sure I wont be" oh good come back, Naomi. I was mentally kicking myself.

"Cook"

"I don't actually". Oh, and his blantant disregard for women shines on through, I should've known.

Now he's laughing, what the fuck is his problem…?

"aww, Blondie, I like you"

"can I help you with something?" Seriously, he's beginning to bug me.

"Cook, James Cook. Call me Cook, or the Cookie Monster if you which". He accompanies that with a disgusting wink. Ew. I think I just vomited in my mouth.

"I won't be calling you anything" I muttered under my breath, but he still doesn't seem to have taken the hint.

"Aw, Babe. They all come to the Cookie monster in the end. What's your name Blondie?"

Christ, I need to escape. I ignore him as I look around, frantically searching for an escape route. Is it possible to get off at the next station, run down to the next carriage and resume my journey without leaving half my life on the station? I doubt it. Fuck it. He's now giggling at me, again. Maybe if I tell him my name he'll fuck off?

"Naomi" I offer reluctantly

Naomi, I like it. Where you headed to, Naomi?" he says that with an eyebrow wiggle. That's never attractive.

Christ, I've entered into a conversation without meaning to. Well, fuck it, everything once.

"Uni, actually. And I'm fucking late"

"mint, I'm off to Uni too, university of London?"

Fucking brilliant.

"yeah" accompanied by a pained smile

"Blondie this is going to be fucking brilliant. Which halls are you in?

If there is a God, he will make sure this Cook is on the opposite side of London to me. Please.

"north halls, cheap…"

I didn't ask him for an answer, but his wolf whistle is enough. Thank fuck I'm an atheist. God can go fuck himself.

"Now, Naomes, I like you, you like me, its fresher's week, there's a toilet just up there. Lets willy waggle."

Ooo, an offer too good to refuse. Almost.

"No cook, I don't think so"

On the plus side, at least I know someone.

"Spliff then?"

I could get to like this guy…

The train continued its slow journey through the English countryside, filling up with ore and more people until the carriages were packed and there was no breathing space left. I ended up in the toilet with Cook. No, its not what it looks like. We made the decision that the train was packed enough for the guards not to realize we were smoking, and were therefore happily spliffed up in the very spacious disabled toilet. By spacious, I mean I could move a inch to the right and was squished against Cook on my left. I hate to have to say it, but this guy and I have got a lot in common. We'd wasted a good hour discussing complete crap, with only a couple of breaks as Cook slid his hand up my thigh and I removed it. Not that spliffed just yet.

Suddenly, the train came to a halt, and I found myself propelled forward, head in Cook's lap. Not cool. His suggestive eyebrow wiggle was enough to make me throw up.

We staggered out of the toilet, gaining disapproving looks from the other passengers, and collected our bags. Next Stop, University of London.

It definitely looked like I was stuck with the guy. Not only had I been stuck with him for the whole train journey, it turned out we had rooms opposite each other. Fucking brilliant. Lets hope I still like him in the morning.

Christ, the room was a shithole. The mattress was lumpy, and the walls stank of stale cigarettes. And we had fucking communal showers. I jumped in as soon as we arrived, seeing as I smelt delightfully of day old beer, thanks to Freddie, and low quality weed, courtesy of my newest friend James Cook. He tried to join me in the shower. I kneed him in the bollocks. I think we have an understanding.

I realised far too late that a) I'd left my clothes in my room down the corridor and b) that my towel was far too short to cover everything. Fucking hell. I had to take the leap of fucking fate and run back to my room as fast as I can. I was halfway there when a small redhead walked out in front of me. The next thing I know, I've ran into her and my towel is slipping down, exposing my right nipple.

I glance up at the girl just in time to see her run her eyes down my body before licking her lips. I feel something stir inside me. Fuck me she's beautiful.

Wait- Naomi, she's a girl. I shake my head and pull my towel up, before running the final distance to my room. Fucking hell, this day could only get better. I look out just before I close the door. She's still there, red and radiant.

Snap out of it, Naomi.

okay, here you go, chapter two. i've almost written CHapter 3, which is basically Emily's journey down to Univfersity, so dont worry, plenty more of our favourite Red Head to come. i know its moving quite slowly at the moment but it will get faster, i promise.

please review, i'm new to this and it makes me smile to know anyone is reading it.

moby :) xx