Thanks for the reviews, I would have liked to have got a couple more before posting this chapter, but I have posted less than normal today, so here's the next chapter anyway. I now know where I am going with this story and have a part through being planned out in my head as we speak, it will probably be the final part since I have countless assignments to do (13000 words worth, if only I could hand in this story and be done with it). Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Skins...if I did season 3 cast would be in it forever and ever.
So far so good. Naomi had managed to avoid bumping into the three people she didn't want to see right now; Katie, Emily and James. It's not that she didn't want to see Emily but she was scared to see her, scared to face her after the incident at the hospital. She didn't even know if she was back at college. Effy had told her she was released from hospital, but that's all the news anyone seemed to have. As for James, she had to take a detour through a science room to avoid walking past him on the stairs. It was a near miss and one that left her feeling tired of running. Katie was an easy one to avoid for most of the day, except the final lesson which they shared. Naomi considered leaving after fourth period, but with the exams coming up in a matter of weeks she really needed the extra contact time to clear up a few unreadable notes.
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Before she even got into the history room she was ushered out by her personal tutor wanting to 'discuss university' with her. So she followed her into her office and listened to her spiel about picking from her acceptances based on what was right for her. Not on where her boyfriend "or in your case girlfriend" she added, as though she knew what was going on in the lives of her students. Naomi wanted to laugh at her for getting it wrong but she stayed silent. She hadn't thought about university in weeks. In the summer her and Emily had talked about where they would go and what they would do. For Naomi it had been a simple decision, she would do politics at any university that Emily was attending. She didn't care if it was the best politics department, or if it had the best nightlife or if it had a good gym. Just as long as it had Emily. Emily wasn't even sure she wanted to go to university, she claimed to have not found her calling yet and didn't see the point in wasting three years and god knows how much money on a course she didn't enjoy. Then things began to change and they weren't together. So Naomi had no idea where to apply, so she applied to Bristol, Bath and Cardiff so that she could be near home if things changed. She received three offers, but hadn't taken the time to formally accept any. Her tutor finally let her go and she walked back to the lesson thinking about Emily and their delayed plans.
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She wished she could have discussed it with her. She was pulled from her thoughts by Katie. The twin of her previous other half was staring at her and wouldn't even let her walk into the classroom. Naomi looked around and noticed their teacher moving around the room, assisting anyone who needed it. Katie pushed her out of the room, burning a hole in her head.
"Why do you keep doing it?" she asked.
Naomi got on the defensive, "Keep doing what?"
"Getting into her head, making her want you, making her change what she had decided, she was doing okay until you came to the hospital. Did you finally get the message? Leave her alone."
Naomi wasn't in the mood for Katie's bitch act, she had got the message loud and clear, but she wasn't willing to give up the fight, not yet.
"I got the message," was all she could say before turning around and walking out of the college. She laughed as she went, wondering what Katie would do if she found out where she was going.
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The bedroom was dark, the curtains drawn. Naomi wondered if Emily had been asleep, but she pulled the covers from her face and mumbled some comment that Naomi assumed was directed to her mum. When Emily saw her she didn't speak, she just watched her walk across the room and sit on the bed opposite.
"What are you doing here?" she eventually found her voice.
"I had to go see my personal tutor about university and I realised I had no idea where to go, then Katie took the opportunity to warn me to leave you alone, again. I had you on the mind, I had to come and see you."
Emily's voice was cold as she spoke, "You didn't have to do anything Naomi, you wanted to do, at least admit it."
"Fine, I wanted to see you," she admitted, biting her lip with her teeth.
"Make it quick, I'm busy." Emily told her, not removing her icy exterior.
"I had a lot of time to think after the chat in the hospital, you were right. It hurt when you said it, but I am to blame for this whole mess. I couldn't say that before, but now I know I need to stand up and admit my mistakes. James...was a mistake. He was a mistake that cost me everything that made me happy. I sacrificed everything for nothing."
"Is there a point to this or are you just going to tell me anything that comes to mind?" Naomi took a deep breath, not sure how to feel about Emily's lack of patience.
"My point is, you may be done with this. But I'm not. You've spent the last two years fighting for me, fighting to be with me. Now it's my turn and I wont give up easily."
"Finally," Emily sighed "finally you've noticed how much work I have done to keep us together."
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Naomi smiled, Emily's words were positive and she hoped that would mean she didn't have to fight very hard. But then Emily's expression changed.
"It's too late Naomi, its too late to start fighting for me. I'm out, I don't want to be with you. Please accept that and move on, so that I can move on too."
Naomi felt deja-vu. She lowered her head, disappointed that Emily had turned her down. She'd tried to fight, but she didn't know how many more disappointments she could face. She wasn't used to things going her way, but she'd never fought for anything before in her life. There was something inside of her that wanted to keep fighting, that wasn't ready to give caring about Emily. But there was another part of her that decided that maybe it was too late, too much had happened and maybe she should just move on.
AN: Thanks for reading, you don't know how much I appreciate your reading this story - but one thing that puzzles me ever so slightly. There are hundreds of people out there reading each chapter - yet only 7-10 leave reviews each time. Who's sat at home reading this and then moving on? Go on, I know you want to post a comment. Go on. ;-)