Thanks for the reviews, I'm enjoying writing this sequel, so I hope you're enjoying read it too.
Disclaimer: I don't own Skins...if I did season 3 cast would be in it forever and ever.
Her eyes were open wide, staring at the teacher. She focused her sight on the corduroy jacket he was wearing, on the chocolate brown buttons that lay on one side and the handkerchief that was sticking out of his top pocket. If she wasn't about to fall asleep, she'd laugh at his dress sense. She rubbed her eyes, desperate to keep them open, but she was fighting a losing battle. Emily had kept her out late the night before, it was an accident really. They were supposed to go to a party and leave at ten so she could get home and finish an assignment that was due in the next day. But once ten o'clock arrived, they decided to stay another half hour, then another hour. Until they were sat outside the party waiting for a taxi at midnight. The taxi still hadn't arrived by one in the morning, so they'd decided to walk. Only, the way they walked home passed the lake where they'd spent their first night together. They were going to walking past without fluttering an eyelid, when Emily whispered a memory of that night into her ear and dragged her down the road to the waters edge. Once their lips had collided, there was no going back; she felt hungry for her girlfriends body, desperate to be close to her. That's where they'd woken up only a couple of hours later, feeling groggy and sleep deprived. They walked home just in time to shower and change for college.
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The desk felt cool beneath her forehead, she let it rest there for a while, her eyes closing instantly. Then a loud bang woke her from her near sleep and she jumped out of her seat and looked around the room. It was empty. She frowned, wondering how long she'd been asleep for. She was lost in her confusion when she felt a hand touch the bare skin on her shoulder and neck. She thought of Emily but it was a cold and unfamiliar touch. She could smell familiarity in the air, but she was too afraid to turn around. The person was taller than her, almost a head taller. She could feel a mouth pressing against her neck, sending a bolt of electricity down her spine, making her feel alive.
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"Stop," she sighed, trying to pull away from the persons grasp, but the guilt she thought she felt was growing hazy in her mind and her body wouldn't move.
"I know you want me," a deep voice whispered into her ear, a voice that Naomi recognised, but she couldn't quite place.
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She turned her body round until she was face to face with James. His dirty blonde hair looking more a mess than usual, his deep blue eyes only looking into hers. Naomi reached her hands up to touch his face, to run her fingers across his lips, down to the back of his neck. She leant up as he bent down and their lips crashed together in a moment of passion.
"Wakey, wakey," his deep voice laughed.
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Naomi lifted her head, looking around the now full room and into the eyes of James. He was grinning from ear to ear, shaking his head as he laughed at her. The dream hovered on the surface of her memories and she felt sick with guilt. She tried to push her thoughts aside and think of the night before with Emily. But all she could see was James, all she could feel was his touch on her skin.
"Late night?" he asked, chuckling as he packed up his bag.
"It's over?" she muttered a response, watching the room empty. He nodded and slid his notepad into a bag.
"You were well away, have any nice dreams?"
Yes. Her mind screamed for her to tell him, but she just shook her head. She wondered what she had missed in the time she'd been asleep, but before she could even ask him, James volunteered the information.
"We need to meet up outside of college to discuss our presentation,"
"Okay," she replied, frowning, her mind still fuzzy with feelings that she wished weren't there.
"I can do Friday after college," he informed her and she nodded. He raised a hand and turned to walk away.
"I'll see you on Friday James,"
"See you Friday Naomi," he grinned, turning again to look into her eyes "and call me Jay."
"Jay," she mumbled, staring at him as he walked down the corridor, away from Naomi.
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The dream had implanted itself firmly into the back of her mind, super gluing itself to her memories and not allowing her to file it away under 'not acceptable'. But it wouldn't go. It was there to stay. Naomi exited the college building, she was supposed to meet Emily for their twenty minute break, but she felt sick to the stomach at where her dreams had led her. She couldn't face Emily and she needed some fresh air to cool her down and wake her up. Her phone buzzed in her pocket so she picked it up and read the brief message from Emily asking where she was. She typed out a quick reply before going home.
AN: If you read, then please review, it's only fair. :)