Thank you so much for your reviews, this chapter is the start of the tie up of the story. There's only a couple of chapters left. But have no fear, I have a third part planned in my head. Though at the moment I only have a basic set up and still need to develop some storyline ideas. But one thing I would like to know is, do you want it to be only have Naomi/Emily in it or Naomi/Emily and Katie too? Katie seems to be quite popular in this story, but I will only include her in the next part if people really want her, otherwise she doesn't necessarily need to be there.
Thanks to Sox for noticing a mistake I made with the chapter before, most of you probably didn't see it since I fixed it up quite quickly.
Disclaimer: I don't own Skins...if I did season 3 cast would be in it forever and ever.
Avoiding someone in a college was not easy, especially when that someone was in one of your lessons. Naomi had tried to ignore James, she wanted to pretend he didn't exist. But the truth was he did exist and she couldn't just pretend. It made her politics lessons very difficult to handle, when the reason for her betrayal was sat only feet away. It made it difficult to try to move on and find a way to prove to Emily that she was serious about getting her back. But she managed to hold him off, until now.
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She walked out of college at the end of her exam, she didn't know how well she did. There were some questions she knew everything she needed to write, whilst others were so hard that she barely wrote anything that made sense. The weather was good; not too hot and not too cold. There was a cool breeze that fought against the suns rays, making it pleasant enough to stay outside for a longer period of time. Naomi didn't feel like going home, it wasn't even lunchtime yet and her mum probably wouldn't be there.
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"Not easy was it?" a deep voice asked then a body crowded over her. She could see his shadow and feel his breath on her neck.
"Jay?" she whispered, more shocked than anything.
"I don't think I've don't very good,"
She wanted to ignore him, to walk away, but instead she answered him, "Me neither."
He fell into step beside her and they walked through the high street in silence. When they were away from the bustle of the town, James slipped a hand into hers. She jumped at his touch, but didn't want to tell him not to, she let his hand rest there, barely holding it back.
"I miss you," he told her.
Naomi turned to face him, a slight smile on her face. She may not have been very attracted to him, but there was still something there, no matter how small.
"Can we try again?" he asked.
"I've missed you too," she told him, then continued in a whisper that she hoped he'd hear "but as a friend."
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Any normal person would have told him to piss off and leave her alone. But she was lonely. Her friends never talked to her because Katie was still chewing their ears off and her mum had a new boyfriend, so she rarely had time for her. She allowed him to walk her home, his hand curled into hers, despite telling him a second time that she just wanted to be friends. She knew she should let go, but she felt a warmth that she'd missed.
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Instead of leaving her on the corner with a kiss like he'd done many times before, he walked her not only to her door, but inside the house and up to her room. She wanted his friendship, she realised. When he first came up behind her she just wanted him to go away, but then she realised that she had nobody and if she let him walk away, she would continue to be alone.
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There was no kissing, no hugging and the handholding had stopped before they'd entered her room. Maybe he just wanted to be friends too, she thought. But then he touched her. They were lay on her bed, evaluating the exam, flirting a little, just innocent fun between two people. His hand rested on the top of her thigh and she giggled as the fabric of her skirt moved, tickling her skin below. She didn't know how to react, she'd told him she only wanted to be friends, but he moved his hand down her thigh, letting it slide back up underneath her skirt.
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"Erm, Jay," she muttered, hoping he'd get the hint as she rolled away onto her back, forcing his hand to slide onto the bed beside her. She avoided looking him in the eye as she lay there. But then he rolled over too, moving one knee to the opposite side of her waist until her was kneeling above her. He leant down and kissed her on the lips, but she turned her head, making it land on her cheek.
He groaned and let his body rest merely inches from her own, "don't do this to me Naomi, cant you feel how much I need you?"
She shook her head, "I told you, I just want to be friends."
"But friends don't flirt, you've led me on. I know deep down you want to fuck me, I'm irresistible"
"No, you're not," she shouted, pressing her hands against his chest to push him away. But she couldn't move him.
"I know you want it," he whispered, kissing her neck.
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His grip was firm and his strength was more then she'd expected. The moment she tried to push him away, she realised that something wasn't right. But he was quick to defend himself, holding her wrists above her head with one hand, acting like it was all just a game where he was in control. She felt scared and angry that he couldn't see that she didn't want it. A scream lay on the tip of her tongue but something stopped her from using it.
"No, Jay" she told him, attempting to stay calm, "I don't want this, don't do this."
But he didn't care. He swapped hands, securing her hands above her head with his left hand, while he let his right travel up her top, not caring what he touched.
"Jay," she tried again, fear taking hold as her eyes filled with tears, "Please Jay, please don't."
Panic finally hit her. He still had her hands secure, her top pulled up over her breasts and a hand trying to open the buckle of her belt. She wriggled under his grasp, still pleading with him to stop. But he had her in a body lock, stopping her from moving much more than a wriggle. She was scared, fearful of what he would do if he kept going.
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The scream that lay on her tongue, finally slipped from her lips, getting louder as her tears fell.
"STOP, I DON'T WANT THIS."
But he didn't move, he didn't stop and he finally unbuckled her belt.
"Didn't you hear her?"
Naomi thought she was dreaming at first, as James stopped and looked at the doorway. She looked too, wondering if it was her imagination, wondering if it really was Emily stood there. Her face was red with anger, her fists clenched.
"She said she doesn't want it. So get off her."
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The weight of his body shifted and he stood up, moving away from the bed towards Emily. He looked down at her, shadowing over her. It looked intimidating from where Naomi lay on the bed, rearranging her clothes so that she was better dressed, she wondered if Emily was scared by the way he was stood.
"What's it to you? It's not you're her friend anymore."
Emily laughed, her voice sounding strong, "I was never her "friend"," she shook her head "I was her girlfriend…until you came along."
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He stared at her, then turned to look at Naomi, a look of confusion in his eyes. She didn't want to speak to him, or even look at him, so she just nodded her head, keeping her eyes fixed on Emily behind him.
"So you're not even into me?" he asked, sighing. "What did I say? You led me on, you're a fucking tease, you're a fucking lesbian tease, what is wrong with you?"
"Just go," Emily glared, holding the door open and waiting until he walked out of it, before closing it behind him.
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Naomi sat up on her bed. She felt shaken and confused, she barely had time to wonder what Emily was doing there, her thoughts filled with a sense of freedom, thankful to be away from James and his overpowering ego. She rubbed her arms, feeling a draft reach them. Emily didn't leave, she just stood watching her, until she took a few steps forward and sat on the bed beside Naomi. She reached her arms out and let Naomi fall into them, her eyes overflowing with tears that needed to fall. It felt right to be in Emily's arms again, the comfort of her hands pulled around her middle, her lips kissing her forehead. Naomi couldn't help wonder what it meant, if it meant they could be together, or if she was reading into the act of a friend.
"Thank you," Naomi whispered, pulling away, a smile forming on her lips.
"He's a titwank, he deserves everything coming to him when karma gets in his way."
Naomi nodded, "Thank you, for the hug too."
Emily shifted her position slightly, looking uncomfortable, "Naomi, we need to talk. We need to sit down and talk about everything, properly. No fighting, just sorting things out. But I think we should do it another time, after today. Plus, I have to go meet Katie for lunch."
"Oh," Naomi sighed, wondering what Emily meant, whether sorting things out was her way of saying they were going to get back together, or just talk about what had happened. She took a deep breath and nodded, agreeing with her. Emily said she'd call her, before leaving Naomi alone to process the last few hours.
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