Chapter 2.

April 2011:

Emily:

'Do you really want to get your balls kicked, punched, jabbed or sliced'?

I looked on astonished. Apparently Effy can make a threat even more intimidating.

'I..um...' Cook looks slightly astounded but then follows it up with a shit eating grin...

'Fuckin' oath i do! If i'm gunna attempt to get into yer knickers, it's worth every last breath... innit?'

I see Effy's scowl soften and i KNOW i won't see either of them til tomorrow (and if I do, it will be accidental and NOT any sort of image I want burnt into my eyes)

Cook takes five strides across the room to gather up his Effy prize but after three steps, he stops all of a sudden and settles her feet on the floor.

`WHAT the Fu..' she starts to yell at him until both of them look at each other and then back at me.

'Oh yes, there's that' Effy sighs without malice and releases herself from Cook, still looking at me.

'Yeah...' I say, confused to fuck and backing away warily, 'I'm just gunna tottle off and find an envigorating ant'

I let out a frustrated sigh as i realise why everyone of my friends eyes are directed at me. The `date night' last year had proved to be an even more of a shit time when Andy decided that regardless of my protests, he was convinced I was `up for it'. I was scared as hell and am most appreciative when Cook, Tony, Effy and even Katie heard my screams and came to my rescue before anything went down but they've all been acting well strange around me and more than slightly protective.

I get about 3 steps before I'm crashed tackled by Cook.

'Sorrrrryyyyyyyyy Emilioman, I can't let you do that!'

I regain my orientation of up and down somewhat whilst being tackled and rolled around and I am pissed off!

First: I DO NOT NEED my friends giving up their gross, happy, drunken shags cos I will be by myself while they do the deed.

Second: See above.

Third: The feeling of Cook's cock against my thigh is more than enough to make me want to cut my own leg off and beat him to death with it.

Fourth: As I am rolled around, I glimpse a flash of peroxide blonde in the corner that seems to have a red aura surrounding her and I realise this is so not the image I want to convey.

Fuckitty Fuck Frig!

April 2010:

Naomi:

I heard the rumours. It would be hard not to. No, i'm not talking about the rumours of me and Emily in the backyard of that party. I could give two shits about what people saw, or rather what they almost saw. I'm more than used to tolerating deadshits and idiots, i've lived with my mother for 16 years and the amount of tolerance and patience I've exhibited throughout that time what with her communal household and `free loving' would give Ghandi a run for his money.

Nope, I'm talking about the rumours of what happened to Emily with that tossbag wannabe football player.

I've always liked Emily. I met her on her first day at my high school, year 9 . Actually, i didn't meet her, i saw her on her first day. Standing next to her new locker, twisting her hair, picking at a nail with a slight smile on her face, looking like she was ready to take on this strange new world. Then her twin sister Katie came storming through the hall and obliterated any chances of Emily even attempting to make herself know. You could almost see her shrining into the shadows. But i never forgot.

That face was one of amazement and possibilites. Of fun times and friends. Of... independance. It was like an hour would have made a difference to who she would become, or just ONE person coming up, introducing themselves, becoming a friend. But I didn't. Who knows who Emily would have become if I did. If she had something or someone who was just for her and not just a flowoff from Katie. But I didn't.

I was always rather shy but then, I became a stubborn bitch. I became friends with no-one. I ignored, or flat out refused the birthday parties, christmas parties, class parties, everything!

I was 15 and had no reason to resent her but I did. How could she allow herself to be overpowered, overshadowed and overowned to someone just because they looked similar!? And they did! Well they still do, they're fucking twins for fucks sake... but they are not identical. Not at all.

Katie was, or IS... well, she's just Katie. A sharp tongue, one hell of an attitude.. she's just Katie Fucking Fitch! Don't get me wrong, i'm NOT a fan.

Whereas Emily is... fuck, where do I start? I've seen Emily glare at me when i've challenged her in a classroom grammar debate. I've seen Emily re-enacting Tibalt in English with such passion that she would make Baz Luhrman sorry he didn't cast her. I've seen Emily wrap a baby bandicoot that she found on the oval in her school jumper. I've seen her wag school to take said bandicoot to the vet knowing she would get a fuck load of detention for leaving school grounds. I've seen her cry when a magpie died after hitting the window of our classroom. I've seen her in so many different scenarios but i've gone to pains to ensure she doesn't see me. Well sure, she's seen me. But i make sure she doesn't know me.

She's tried, a couple of times but I hold my bitchy exterior to make sure she doesn't get close to me. Ahem yeah, until the night i tried to kiss her... but that doesn't count. Cos I was a complete fucking shite pussy.

I was a complete fuck. I freaked out, pulled away and that was that. Game over. I don't think i've ever seen anyone so shitted off.

So that morning, when I was told, well actually I wasn't told, I overheard. I overheard that Emily had almost been date raped.

I lost my shit completely.

Apparently when you seek a senior student out, stab him in the balls with scissors and stand there yelling abuse as he looses the ability to produce sperm , it gives the school the right to expel you... and the police to charge you...and also to admit you to a psychiatric ward. Who would figure right?

Fuckoes! Totally worth it! :)