Thanks for the reviews, I really enjoyed reading them!!! Sorry it took me til morning to get this next chapter up vix844, but I'd already gone to sleep before I'd read your review! If I didn't need to be up early-ish I would have stayed up all night and written.
I hope you enjoy this chapter...keep your eyes peeled for the next chapter because it's hopefully going to be a good read.
Disclaimer: I don't own Skins...if I did season 3 cast would be in it forever and ever.
Monday morning and Emily hovered by the doorway of her history class. The weekend hadn't been enjoyable or restful, having spent two sleepless nights wondering if her and Naomi would be able to resolve their differences. From the doorway she could see the bright blonde hair of Naomi sat in her seat, her face looked sad and her usually sparkling smile was solemn. Emily took a deep breath and entered the room when a moment of bravery gave her enough courage. The room was nearly full as it was nearly every lesson. Emily looked around for a seat not next to Naomi and spotted one beside a dark haired girl whose name she could never pronounce, let alone remember.
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From where she sat, Emily could see the side of Naomi's head. She couldn't help smiling when Naomi turned to an angle that gave her full view of her rosy cheeks and red lips. The anger she'd felt days before had near enough gone, being replaced with a feeling of sorrow. Emily missed Naomi. She missed the sound of her voice when she spoke her name, or made a joke, or got mad at the world. She missed the touch of her naked skin colliding with Emily's in moments of passion. She even missed the way she moaned at her for throwing her drinks cans in the bin or got annoyed at government policies Emily knew nothing about. There was something to be said about true love and Emily realised that the way she missed Naomi's flaws as much as her qualities suggested that their love was pretty much true.
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She tried to focus on the lesson but their teachers monotonous voice left no one willing to learn. Emily looked around her, at the two guys at the back of the room throwing paper balls at each other, at the girl in front of her reapplying her make up and the girl beside her playing on her mobile phone, the teacher unaware of all that was going on around him. Then he set an exercise for groups of four and the room erupted into groans, chairs scraping and a moment of suffering when Emily realised that she didn't know who to sit with. Her first instinct was Naomi, but they still hadn't made up. Her second was Katie, who had already been surrounded by three teenage boys. Emily turned to the girl beside her, only to watch her walking over to a group of three friends.
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"Emily," the teacher was stood beside her, staring down at her with his glasses covered eyes. "There's a group at the front with only three."
Emily nodded, and thankful for the help, she lifted her belongings from the table and carried them across the room. She looked at the tables at the front and noticed the only one with three, was also the group in which Naomi was sat.
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Naomi was watching her. Their eyes met as she took a seat opposite her. The four of them stayed silent for several minutes, the room around them appearing uncontrollable from the level of noise they were making. Emily looked at Naomi, trying to say something without speaking, trying to tell her that she was sorry for getting angry, but she was okay now. But Naomi wouldn't take her eyes off her notes.
"So," she finally muttered, a short word followed by a long pause. It wasn't much, but it left Emily feeling weak. Her desire too strong, she could barely handle sitting opposite Naomi under the circumstances. She wanted to kiss her, to make love to her, to make up with her; there and then.
"We should start," Emily pushed her thoughts aside and looked to the others in the group, who nodded in agreement.
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Things were going well, Emily noted. She hadn't directly spoken to Naomi, they had merely talked to the group as a whole, looking at the other two in the group to save looking at each other.
"The first signs of trouble were at Bodmin on the 6th June 1549," Naomi read from a chapter of their text book. The two other group members nodded and quickly noted down what she had said without much discussion.
Emily was staring at Naomi's fingers as she too wrote it down. She hated being so close to Naomi, but being so far away at the same time. It was killing her and she wondered if it was killing Naomi too. She wanted to ask her, she wanted to force her to talk to her. She took a deep breath and let the words flow from her mouth.
"I don't hate you, if that's what you think."
Naomi's eyes moved from her notebook to Emily's eyes and they stared at each other for a moment. Naomi's brow furrowed; a look of confusion, a look of anger, a look of hurt. But then she looked to the other two members of their group and muttered something about The Rebellions of 1549.
Emily took another deep breath and let the words forming on her lips fall out into the classroom. "I don't fucking care about the rebellions Naomi, talk to me."
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The teacher was by their side in a flash, a look of distaste on his face. He was about to open his mouth when Emily stood up so quickly her chair fell backwards. She wasn't one to stand up to teachers, but when her heart was involved she realised she would do whatever it takes.
"Naomi and I are having a disagreement, can we please go outside for a minute to sort it out?"
The teacher looked confused, but he nodded in agreement, giving Emily the permission she needed to drag Naomi from the room. She didn't want to go, that was obvious in the way that she tried to stop Emily from pulling away. But Emily knew part of her wanted it too because she was stronger and would have stopped Emily if she had really wanted to.
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"I love you Naomi, I was fucked off, but I love you," Emily announced as soon as the door was closed behind them.
They stood in silence. Naomi stared her in the eyes, her lip curled up under her teeth on one side. She had a flirtatious look in her eyes that made Emily want to push her against the wall and kiss her face off. But she held back, unsure that Naomi was definitely okay. Emily raised an eyebrow, questioning her with her expressions.
"I love you too, of course I do," Naomi sighed, leaning in and kissing her passionately on the lips. Emily felt the wall behind her and she felt giddy at the thought of being caged between Naomi's kiss and a brick wall. Her body felt hungry, it needed more. But the bell rang and Naomi and Emily pulled part.
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"Your place or mine?" Emily asked, grinning from ear to ear. But Naomi was barely looking at her, her gaze falling on everything but Emily. It wasn't the reaction she had hoped from the girl who obviously wanted Emily as much as she wanted her.
"I think we need to talk before we rush into anything."
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