This is my second ever Skins fic so I hope you enjoy, I was pretty suprised by the response to my first, so fingers crossed I'll get a similar sort of response with this one. If you haven't read Trying To Forget, you should because this is a sequel to that. Though they can work as two separate stories if they wanted to.
Some of you may be reading this and wonder what is going on after Trying To Forget, please bare with me, hopefully things will become clearer as the story goes on.
Disclaimer: I don't own Skins...if I did season 3 cast would be in it forever and ever.
A new year, a new start. Naomi stood in front of the college entrance and looked up at the building. It hadn't changed since the last time she saw it before the summer, except for a fresh lick of paint and a few new potted plants outside. She looked at Emily who stood beside her grinning, and let her fingers intertwine with her girlfriend's. They hadn't officially told the world that they were together, except for their close friends. But they had decided that they wouldn't hide their feelings in public and if anyone asked, they would tell them.
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"Are you ready to do this?" Emily questioned, shaking slightly with nerves. Naomi nodded and they set off through the corridors of the college. The moment she saw other people she wanted to let go of Emily's hand, but at the same time she tightened her grip, desperate to show the world that she was ready to be open about her feelings. She noted the glances they both got; the corridors of people who noticed their holding hands in a way that didn't suggest being close friends. She noticed questions on the faces of many, mouths opening and closing again as questions that were in people's minds never reached their throats. It felt empowering to know that people had seen the truth; that they would probably talk amongst themselves and that nobody would actually approach them to ask for their side of the story, but make up their own version of the truth instead. Naomi couldn't help but wonder if celebrities felt a similar way when they walked down red carpets with a friend on their arm; the rhetorical questions that would be asked, the assumptions made and all in all the lack of truth in the majority of it.
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"I'll see you after my Politics class," Naomi smiled, kissing Emily lightly on the lips. They pulled away, but the sweet scent of Emily's body spray lingered in the air and she breathed it in hungrily. One kiss was all she was going to get, but it didn't stop her mind undressing Emily in the corridor. The soft touch stayed with her as she walked away from the girl she loved. She glanced down at her printed timetable, trying to remember where the room was located, before heading off in the general direction. The door was only meters away, but she held back as people from all walks of life sped past her. She held onto the kiss for a moment longer before taking a deep breath and pushing the door open as she took her first step back into the reality of her college life.
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The classroom wasn't as full as Naomi had anticipated which was only to be expected, as her tutor went on to explain, as the pressures of Politics A2 were too much for some to bare. She droned on for another twenty minutes about the course material, the books they would use and details of hand in locations, all of which Naomi had read the night before in the course handbook. Finally, the petite woman whose voice was beginning to crackle, told everyone to pair off for a class presentation they would be starting instantaneously. Behind the chorus of moans and groans came the sound of chairs and tables moving. Naomi pushed her chair backwards and turned around to look for a partner, but instead collided with another student. She looked up into his deep, blue eyes and kept his gaze; noting the chiselled shape of his jaw, the dirty blonde hair like a mop on his head and the shape of his perfectly formed lips.
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Naomi turned around as their teacher clapped her hands together, quickly noticing that the group had stopped moving and were instead watching the only two people left standing in the room.
"Would you care to join us Mr…?" their teacher asked, waiting for him to fill in blanks.
"Fraser, James Fraser. it's my first day and I got lost, I'm sorry to disrupt."
Naomi watched him take his seat, before glancing around in search of a partner for the project. It took less than a minute to realise that James Fraser was the only person sat alone.
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Once they had been briefed on the presentation, Naomi sat in silence. James introduced himself and though she too gave a brief introduction back, she let him talk freely about his ideas for their presentation. She knew it was something she should have listened to, but her thoughts had taken a wrong turn in her brain and were now hovering somewhere around her lower intestines. She took a deep breath and noticed the difference in his scent to that of Emily; she didn't know why she'd compared the two, but was quick to brush the thought aside, before attempting to focus on the content of their discussion.
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As the lesson drew to a close they walked together out of the classroom and back down the corridor.
"I was hoping to go out at the weekend, know of any good places?" James asked.
"There's a couple of places my friends and I go," she replied, feeling her mind clearing slightly.
His face lit up in a smile that could melt hearts. Naomi took a deep breath and tried to ignore a feeling of guilt hovering on the edge of her thoughts.
"How about you show me them?"
"Maybe," she replied, his smile contagious as her lips curled.
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She looked down the corridor as she saw Emily walking to meet her, a smile just as large on her face. Naomi waved her hand, before turning back to James at the sound of his voice.
"Is she one of your friends?"
My girlfriend. Naomi thought, the words on the tip of her tongue as she turned to watch Emily continue her journey down the corridor. She could see herself stood on the edge of a cliff, waiting to jump. Emily was stood on one side holding a rope that would keep her from crashing into the waves below. Naomi could see Emily reaching the rope out to her, asking her to take it. But James was stood on her other side, with his million dollar smile. Naomi repeated 'My girlfriend' several times over, but the words didn't seem to want to fall from her lips.
"Something like that," she replied, "I should go, I'll see you later."
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James and Naomi parted ways and after checking that he was out of sight, Naomi reached out to hug Emily. An urgency to kiss her lips passionately returned with full force as Emily's lips gently pressed themselves against her own and all thoughts of James were gone.
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