Fic: Miniature Disasters and Minor Catastrophes (Part 3)
Title: Miniature Disasters and Minor Catastrophes (Part 3)
Characters: Katie/JJ, Katie/Naomi
Rating: MA (for sexual content and language)
Words: 3028
Summary: Katie gets angry.
Disclaimer: Not my characters
A/N: This is unbeta'd so any mistakes are all mine. Title from KT Tunstall 'Miniature Disasters'.
The sun is on its way up, casting long shadows over the street ahead of them as Katie marches JJ home, dragging him by the arm.
Katie knew she was a fucking bitch, she knew that Naomi caused trouble everywhere she went. Christ, she spent long enough telling Emily and somehow Katie had managed to forget it for five minutes and now look what Naomi’s done. That stupid fucking dyke bitch has ruined everything and Katie is spitting blood.
Katie does not like girls. Katie doesn’t even like Naomi as a person, for fuck’s sake, let alone as - it doesn’t bear thinking about. Naomi’s done this kind of thing before, she’s already done it to Emily, and Emily might have sat back and let her, but Katie will not be standing for any of her lesbo crap, so Naomi can just go fuck herself.
“Will you keep up?” She hisses at JJ.
“Well, yes, I mean I am trying, it’s just you’re walking rather quickly and we did leave quite suddenly, Katie. I’m not really sure what happened,” JJ says, sounding a bit perplexed.
“Nothing happened Jay, it was just time for us to leave.” Katie’s head is spinning - she’s going to pay for this tomorrow, and JJ’s questions really aren’t helping. “Look, my mum and dad are away tonight, so you can stay, yeah?”
“Oh. I’m not sure that -”
“Jay, I said that you can stay, right? So come on will you?” And Katie’s off again, with another tug to JJ’s arm.
---
Katie pushes him back on the bed, climbs on top of him with intent.
“Wait - um, Katie? Why now?”
Katie pauses and counts in her head. Five. “Jay, its fifth date night.”
“So?”
“So? That’s the rule, yeah, five dates.” Katie sighs at the confused look on JJ’s face. “Look, you’re in, ok, so will you, like, get on with it please?”
“Um, I’m not…”
“For fuck’s sake,” Katie says under her breath, before leaning down and giving him a deep kiss with plenty of tongue to keep him occupied, moving her hands towards his belt. “Just stop thinking, ok?” She says when she pulls back.
JJ looks at her with wide eyes for a bit and then nods.
It changes everything, that expression he has on his face. It’s not about forgetting things or proving anything anymore; it’s about Katie and wanting this, wanting JJ. She smiles into their next kiss when she moves slightly and can feel that she isn’t the only one that wants this either.
“Lift,” she mummers, pulling JJ up so she can take his jumper off him. Once it’s gone they’re kissing again, Katie undoing the buttons on her own top. JJ runs his hand up Katie’s thigh without prompting, and it takes her a bit by surprise.
“Is that not right?” He asks, when she starts at his touch and Katie wants to smack him, because, yes, that is most definitely all right.
“Jay, I said to stop thinking, yeah? Just go with it,” she replies between heavy kisses. JJ takes a bit of confidence from that, moves his hand higher still so he can play with the edge of her thong. It’s distracting, but in a good way. In a really good way.
“Shit, wait. I have to get this fucking, Christ, this fucking skirt,” she says as she gets up. JJ stays where he is, still looking a bit bewildered at the thought of this actually happening.
“You’re going to have to take those jeans off, Jay. And your socks as well,” she adds, because socks are never sexy, but JJ probably doesn’t know that. Once he has, he looks at her again, waiting for her to make her move. Katie leans over him, giving him a fantastic view of her tits, and pecks him on the lips. “Condom,” she says, pressing the packet into his hand.
He looks at it seriously before opening it, and Katie’s quite glad he seems to know what he’s doing with it, because she really didn’t fancy having to do a complete sex-ed class for him. She undoes her bra (that’s a hurdle for another day, she thinks) while he gets himself sorted. Once he’s good to go, Katie straddles him again, naked this time. “Ready?” She asks, after another deep kiss, to which JJ breathes a “Yes,” and so she shifts her hips a little and sinks down.
JJ squeezes his eyes shut at the contact.
She puts her hands in JJ’s hair, holding on tightly as she rocks into him. It takes a little bit of time, but soon she has a rhythm going and it doesn’t need too much guidance from her before JJ has picked up on what she likes. He has one hand round her breast and he’s skating his fingers over her nipple and he has some more fingers moving round her clit and it’s working for her. It’s working for him too, judging by the lack of coherent words he’s forming.
He comes with a loud “Oh fuck,” but doesn’t stop moving his fingers until Katie is there as well, shuddering with a low moan.
“That was…” JJ begins, when they’ve disentangled themselves, but he can’t find the words he’s looking for.
“Yeah, not bad, eh?” Katie says with a smile.
JJ nods. “Can we do that again sometime?”
Katie gives a light laugh. “Yeah, babe. Loads,” she says, after a peck to his cheek.
JJ cuddles into her with a smile.
---
Katie can’t sleep for ages, and as much as she tells herself otherwise, she knows its got nothing to do with the fact that it’s a tight squeeze, both her and JJ in her single bed.
---
Katie wakes up to the front door slamming shut. Her head thumps out the echo of it, her ears ringing for a full minute afterwards. It makes Katie wince, and even that is painful.
JJ’s still there, his arm still draped over her middle, but when Katie cranes her neck up she sees that Emily’s bed hasn’t been slept in. It has to have been Emily coming in then - their mum and dad won’t be back till dinner, and James is at a mate’s house all weekend. JJ’s fast asleep, snoring gently, so Katie gets up slowly, carefully moving his arm, throws some clothes back on and heads down the stairs.
Emily is humming as she’s pottering round the kitchen, and like, shouldn’t she have a fucking massive hangover? Katie’s pretty sure that Emily was worse that she was, and Katie feels like shit, so.
“Morning,” Emily practically singsongs when she hears Katie approaching.
Katie grunts a reply as she heads to the cupboard to grab a glass and some paracetamol. “What’s up with you?”
Emily smiles, just about beams at her. “Can’t I be in a good mood?”
Katie’s gut is churning by this point; she really needs to go lie down again. “Not given the state that you were in last night, no.”
Emily grins and goes a little pink. “Naomi kissed me. Well, I kissed her first but -”
Katie drops the glass she’s holding; it shatters into tiny pieces and spins in a million different directions.
The whole night comes flooding back, hits her square in the chest, and she actually has to take a step back and hold onto the edge of the countertop in order to steady herself. She can see it all in a horrifying slow motion replay: Naomi, leaning in, pressing her lips to Katie’s, and then blaming the drugs for it.
Katie feels the bile rapidly rising in the back of her throat. She forces it back down again.
Her brain is working as fast as it can under the circumstances to process this new information, but then she hits on it. Naomi was completely fucked up and she thought Katie was really Emily, and even though they don’t look alike at all anymore since Katie dyed her hair, Naomi was really far gone and probably couldn’t have told Freddie from Cook. That must explain it; it’s the only explanation. It was just the drugs. Definitely. Katie can stop stressing about it.
Emily’s watching Katie with a concerned expression. “Katie? You’ve gone a bit pale, are you feeling ok?”
Katie nods her head, forgetting how fucking excruciating that is and makes a face at the sharp pain that cuts through her skull.
Emily must mistake the look for one of anger, because she’s straight on the defensive. “Look, I know that you and Naomi don’t really get on, but she makes me happy, and that’s what matters, isn’t it?”
Katie’s hands are shaking as she reaches for the brush to sweep up the glass. She must have had more than she thought last night, because her hangover has never been worse. “So you guys are like, back together then?”
“I’m not sure, I mean, we never really spoke about it, but I think we might. I think it might work this time, you know?”
“So you’re staying? You’re not going to Scotland now?”
Emily’s face falls. “Oh. I haven’t thought about it. I don’t know. I still want to go. Maybe she could come with me. Or maybe I’ll go to London with her. We can work something out. We can try.”
“Why? Cause you’re over yourself now?” Katie says crabbily. She doesn’t mean to be a bitch all of the time, but sometimes people are asking for it and Emily is back to being ridiculous again, and Katie really can’t be arsed to be nice when she’s this ill.
“Katie -” Emily begins to plead, her voice breaking. She doesn’t get any further though, because JJ comes into the room wearing Katie’s pink dressing gown. He looks like a total idiot. The sleeves ride half way up his arms and the hem only just clears his mid thigh. Katie honestly despairs.
“Oh. Uh, hi Emily. I didn’t know you were home.”
Emily’s head bounces from JJ to Katie and back again. “Oh,” she says.
“Problem?” Katie asks, threading her arm around JJ’s waist when he comes to stand next to her.
Emily shakes her head. “I’m glad you’re happy,” she says deliberately to Katie before leaving the room.
Katie feels sick again, makes it to the bathroom with only a split second to spare.
---
On Monday Katie decides to stop smoking.
It’s really bad for your skin, nails and hair, so there are loads of benefits really. JJ’s pleased at any rate, he says its much nicer to kiss her. Katie told him that he’d better tread carefully or he won’t be doing any more kissing anytime soon.
She finds herself with a lot of spare time - smoking had been taking up most of her free periods. She spends it with JJ, and therefore also Cook and Freddie. It’s tiring. Cook spends all day making crude jokes at Jay’s expense, which a lot of the time fly over his head, or maybe he’s just able to tune them out by now. Katie can’t help but be baited though, and she bites every time, much to Cook’s amusement.
“Fuck this then,” she says when she’s bored of Cook acting like a cock. “Come on Jay.”
JJ’s eyes flick between her and Cook.
“Jay!” She snaps and he comes to his senses and gets up.
“Oh, right mate, if that’s how it is then. Show some fucking balls man, you’re completely whipped!”
“Cook,” Freddie interjects tiredly, “give over, yeah?”
Katie smiles primly at them both, in a way that really means ‘fuck you’ before dragging JJ away.
---
After college JJ walks Katie home, because she can’t find Emily anywhere.
When Katie makes it up the stairs she can hear the sobs from the hallway, and she approaches their bedroom with some trepidation, because there is only one person who can make Emily cry like that.
“What’s she done now?” Katie asks as she sits down next to Emily on her bed.
Emily wipes at her eyes. Doesn’t respond for an age. “She was drunk,” she says finally. “I mean, I knew she was, I was too, but it didn’t mean I wanted it any less. I guess I just thought it could be different this time.” Emily sniffs and wipes her eyes again. “I dunno. I think it’s properly over. I think she’s moved on.”
Katie freezes, stills her hand that had been rubbing circles on Emily’s back. “She said that?”
Emily thinks on it. “No. She just didn’t look at me the same. It felt different.”
“Oh,” Katie hears herself say. They’re quiet for a bit. “You’re still leaving then?”
Emily nods and then she rests her head on Katie’s shoulder with a weary sigh.
Emily’s back to square fucking one, and Naomi’s back to being a proper cunt.
---
The next day, Katie goes looking for her. She finds her smoking alone in their usual place.
“You fucking bitch.”
Naomi raises her head and looks at Katie carefully while weighing up her options. “What?” she says eventually, and right, like she doesn’t know.
“You’ve fucking done it again haven’t you? What is it with you? Do you just love screwing her around?”
Naomi does an exasperated sigh and looks up at the sky, like somehow she’s the one who’s been wronged here. “Katie, look, I was wankered. After you left I downed a bottle of wine, I was completely wasted. I don’t really remember it and it shouldn’t have happened in the first place.”
Katie can hear alarm bells going off in the distance. “What?”
Naomi rolls her eyes. “I said, I was completely wasted and it shouldn’t have happened.” She says it extremely slowly, and all it does is make her sound completely retarded, instead of just a little bit retarded like normal.
“After I left?”
The smug look on Naomi’s face is knocked right off, and one of utter horror replaces it.
“You said it was the drugs. You said it was those fucking pills, Naomi!” Katie is beginning to stress, because she had managed to put Naomi’s fuck up in a box labelled ‘mistakes made when plastered,’ (which also included hooking up with Danny and any interactions she’d ever had with Effy) but if Naomi was even slightly sober then she’s not sure what the hell she’s meant to do with it.
Naomi rubs at her forehead and takes a deep breath. “It was. It was the pills. I wasn’t thinking straight and I shouldn’t have done it like that, but you were sitting with JJ and he was touching you and you kissed him. It’s not fair, that he gets to do that. It’s always fucking him, and I just couldn’t take it anymore.”
“Stop talking, just shut the fuck up,” and Katie knows she sounds panicked now, but she really doesn’t want to hear whatever Naomi’s trying to say. “You’d better stay out of my way Naomi, I don’t want to see your stupid fucking face again, right?” Katie says, pointing her finger straight in Naomi’s chest.
“So, you’ll forgive Eff for planting a rock on your head, but I kiss you and you want me shot? You need to get your priorities sorted.”
Katie’s not forgiven Effy at all, but that is clearly not the point here, so she pushes Naomi back against the wall with two hands. “Fuck. Off.” She says it extremely slowly, because maybe that way Naomi will actually understand what she’s saying.
Naomi doesn’t say anything; just stares back at her defiantly. Katie leaves her standing there.
---
By the time she’s made it to the park her hands have stopped trembling, but she can feel a headache coming on. Katie leans back against a tree, taking some deep breaths to try to calm herself down, and thinks that she could really do with a drink right about now. Naomi would probably have something in that fucking bag of hers. Katie considers that the very definition of irony.
She can hear someone approaching from behind her. When she turns her head she sees that Naomi’s followed her, hesitating with her lip between her teeth, just a couple of yards away. Katie can’t believe it. Didn’t she just tell Naomi she didn’t want to see her ever again?
“Piss off Naomi, this is a right fucking mess you’ve caused, so don’t go making it any worse,” and it doesn’t come out angry anymore like she’d want it to, it comes out tired.
“Kay, I know,” Naomi says softly, stepping toward her.
“No, Naomi. You don’t fucking know shit. You could be shagging the Queen for all your mum cares, she’d still be delighted for you. Also, you don’t have a twin sister that I used to date, or a fucking boyfriend. So no, you can just shut your fucking mouth, alright?”
“It’s ok that this is complicated,” Naomi says, reaching out her hand to touch Katie’s arm. And fuck her, Naomi is standing there and trying to what? Comfort her or something?
“It’s not complicated Naomi, it’s fucking impossible, and it’s not happening, right?” she hisses, snatching her arm out of reach.
“It’s not impossible,” Naomi says, sounding very sure of herself.
Katie wonders if it’s possible for one person to actually know it all, cause Naomi’s giving it a damn good go.
“You didn’t say you didn’t fancy me. So it’s not, y’know, impossible.”
“What?” Katie screeches, not quite believing that Naomi is actually saying what Katie thinks she might be.
“Well,” she starts patiently, “you said that it couldn’t happen because your mum would flip out, as would Emily, and JJ would probably be a bit upset too. But you didn’t say it wouldn’t happen because of me,” Naomi finishes, with a look that’s arrogant and smug and self-satisfied all rolled into one.
Katie snaps.
Naomi just smirks at the slap, her eyes glinting. Katie hits her again, to try and knock some sense into her thick fucking skull.
That girl is infuriating, Katie thinks, as she stomps her way home.
Part 4
Characters: Katie/JJ, Katie/Naomi
Rating: MA (for sexual content and language)
Words: 3028
Summary: Katie gets angry.
Disclaimer: Not my characters
A/N: This is unbeta'd so any mistakes are all mine. Title from KT Tunstall 'Miniature Disasters'.
The sun is on its way up, casting long shadows over the street ahead of them as Katie marches JJ home, dragging him by the arm.
Katie knew she was a fucking bitch, she knew that Naomi caused trouble everywhere she went. Christ, she spent long enough telling Emily and somehow Katie had managed to forget it for five minutes and now look what Naomi’s done. That stupid fucking dyke bitch has ruined everything and Katie is spitting blood.
Katie does not like girls. Katie doesn’t even like Naomi as a person, for fuck’s sake, let alone as - it doesn’t bear thinking about. Naomi’s done this kind of thing before, she’s already done it to Emily, and Emily might have sat back and let her, but Katie will not be standing for any of her lesbo crap, so Naomi can just go fuck herself.
“Will you keep up?” She hisses at JJ.
“Well, yes, I mean I am trying, it’s just you’re walking rather quickly and we did leave quite suddenly, Katie. I’m not really sure what happened,” JJ says, sounding a bit perplexed.
“Nothing happened Jay, it was just time for us to leave.” Katie’s head is spinning - she’s going to pay for this tomorrow, and JJ’s questions really aren’t helping. “Look, my mum and dad are away tonight, so you can stay, yeah?”
“Oh. I’m not sure that -”
“Jay, I said that you can stay, right? So come on will you?” And Katie’s off again, with another tug to JJ’s arm.
---
Katie pushes him back on the bed, climbs on top of him with intent.
“Wait - um, Katie? Why now?”
Katie pauses and counts in her head. Five. “Jay, its fifth date night.”
“So?”
“So? That’s the rule, yeah, five dates.” Katie sighs at the confused look on JJ’s face. “Look, you’re in, ok, so will you, like, get on with it please?”
“Um, I’m not…”
“For fuck’s sake,” Katie says under her breath, before leaning down and giving him a deep kiss with plenty of tongue to keep him occupied, moving her hands towards his belt. “Just stop thinking, ok?” She says when she pulls back.
JJ looks at her with wide eyes for a bit and then nods.
It changes everything, that expression he has on his face. It’s not about forgetting things or proving anything anymore; it’s about Katie and wanting this, wanting JJ. She smiles into their next kiss when she moves slightly and can feel that she isn’t the only one that wants this either.
“Lift,” she mummers, pulling JJ up so she can take his jumper off him. Once it’s gone they’re kissing again, Katie undoing the buttons on her own top. JJ runs his hand up Katie’s thigh without prompting, and it takes her a bit by surprise.
“Is that not right?” He asks, when she starts at his touch and Katie wants to smack him, because, yes, that is most definitely all right.
“Jay, I said to stop thinking, yeah? Just go with it,” she replies between heavy kisses. JJ takes a bit of confidence from that, moves his hand higher still so he can play with the edge of her thong. It’s distracting, but in a good way. In a really good way.
“Shit, wait. I have to get this fucking, Christ, this fucking skirt,” she says as she gets up. JJ stays where he is, still looking a bit bewildered at the thought of this actually happening.
“You’re going to have to take those jeans off, Jay. And your socks as well,” she adds, because socks are never sexy, but JJ probably doesn’t know that. Once he has, he looks at her again, waiting for her to make her move. Katie leans over him, giving him a fantastic view of her tits, and pecks him on the lips. “Condom,” she says, pressing the packet into his hand.
He looks at it seriously before opening it, and Katie’s quite glad he seems to know what he’s doing with it, because she really didn’t fancy having to do a complete sex-ed class for him. She undoes her bra (that’s a hurdle for another day, she thinks) while he gets himself sorted. Once he’s good to go, Katie straddles him again, naked this time. “Ready?” She asks, after another deep kiss, to which JJ breathes a “Yes,” and so she shifts her hips a little and sinks down.
JJ squeezes his eyes shut at the contact.
She puts her hands in JJ’s hair, holding on tightly as she rocks into him. It takes a little bit of time, but soon she has a rhythm going and it doesn’t need too much guidance from her before JJ has picked up on what she likes. He has one hand round her breast and he’s skating his fingers over her nipple and he has some more fingers moving round her clit and it’s working for her. It’s working for him too, judging by the lack of coherent words he’s forming.
He comes with a loud “Oh fuck,” but doesn’t stop moving his fingers until Katie is there as well, shuddering with a low moan.
“That was…” JJ begins, when they’ve disentangled themselves, but he can’t find the words he’s looking for.
“Yeah, not bad, eh?” Katie says with a smile.
JJ nods. “Can we do that again sometime?”
Katie gives a light laugh. “Yeah, babe. Loads,” she says, after a peck to his cheek.
JJ cuddles into her with a smile.
---
Katie can’t sleep for ages, and as much as she tells herself otherwise, she knows its got nothing to do with the fact that it’s a tight squeeze, both her and JJ in her single bed.
---
Katie wakes up to the front door slamming shut. Her head thumps out the echo of it, her ears ringing for a full minute afterwards. It makes Katie wince, and even that is painful.
JJ’s still there, his arm still draped over her middle, but when Katie cranes her neck up she sees that Emily’s bed hasn’t been slept in. It has to have been Emily coming in then - their mum and dad won’t be back till dinner, and James is at a mate’s house all weekend. JJ’s fast asleep, snoring gently, so Katie gets up slowly, carefully moving his arm, throws some clothes back on and heads down the stairs.
Emily is humming as she’s pottering round the kitchen, and like, shouldn’t she have a fucking massive hangover? Katie’s pretty sure that Emily was worse that she was, and Katie feels like shit, so.
“Morning,” Emily practically singsongs when she hears Katie approaching.
Katie grunts a reply as she heads to the cupboard to grab a glass and some paracetamol. “What’s up with you?”
Emily smiles, just about beams at her. “Can’t I be in a good mood?”
Katie’s gut is churning by this point; she really needs to go lie down again. “Not given the state that you were in last night, no.”
Emily grins and goes a little pink. “Naomi kissed me. Well, I kissed her first but -”
Katie drops the glass she’s holding; it shatters into tiny pieces and spins in a million different directions.
The whole night comes flooding back, hits her square in the chest, and she actually has to take a step back and hold onto the edge of the countertop in order to steady herself. She can see it all in a horrifying slow motion replay: Naomi, leaning in, pressing her lips to Katie’s, and then blaming the drugs for it.
Katie feels the bile rapidly rising in the back of her throat. She forces it back down again.
Her brain is working as fast as it can under the circumstances to process this new information, but then she hits on it. Naomi was completely fucked up and she thought Katie was really Emily, and even though they don’t look alike at all anymore since Katie dyed her hair, Naomi was really far gone and probably couldn’t have told Freddie from Cook. That must explain it; it’s the only explanation. It was just the drugs. Definitely. Katie can stop stressing about it.
Emily’s watching Katie with a concerned expression. “Katie? You’ve gone a bit pale, are you feeling ok?”
Katie nods her head, forgetting how fucking excruciating that is and makes a face at the sharp pain that cuts through her skull.
Emily must mistake the look for one of anger, because she’s straight on the defensive. “Look, I know that you and Naomi don’t really get on, but she makes me happy, and that’s what matters, isn’t it?”
Katie’s hands are shaking as she reaches for the brush to sweep up the glass. She must have had more than she thought last night, because her hangover has never been worse. “So you guys are like, back together then?”
“I’m not sure, I mean, we never really spoke about it, but I think we might. I think it might work this time, you know?”
“So you’re staying? You’re not going to Scotland now?”
Emily’s face falls. “Oh. I haven’t thought about it. I don’t know. I still want to go. Maybe she could come with me. Or maybe I’ll go to London with her. We can work something out. We can try.”
“Why? Cause you’re over yourself now?” Katie says crabbily. She doesn’t mean to be a bitch all of the time, but sometimes people are asking for it and Emily is back to being ridiculous again, and Katie really can’t be arsed to be nice when she’s this ill.
“Katie -” Emily begins to plead, her voice breaking. She doesn’t get any further though, because JJ comes into the room wearing Katie’s pink dressing gown. He looks like a total idiot. The sleeves ride half way up his arms and the hem only just clears his mid thigh. Katie honestly despairs.
“Oh. Uh, hi Emily. I didn’t know you were home.”
Emily’s head bounces from JJ to Katie and back again. “Oh,” she says.
“Problem?” Katie asks, threading her arm around JJ’s waist when he comes to stand next to her.
Emily shakes her head. “I’m glad you’re happy,” she says deliberately to Katie before leaving the room.
Katie feels sick again, makes it to the bathroom with only a split second to spare.
---
On Monday Katie decides to stop smoking.
It’s really bad for your skin, nails and hair, so there are loads of benefits really. JJ’s pleased at any rate, he says its much nicer to kiss her. Katie told him that he’d better tread carefully or he won’t be doing any more kissing anytime soon.
She finds herself with a lot of spare time - smoking had been taking up most of her free periods. She spends it with JJ, and therefore also Cook and Freddie. It’s tiring. Cook spends all day making crude jokes at Jay’s expense, which a lot of the time fly over his head, or maybe he’s just able to tune them out by now. Katie can’t help but be baited though, and she bites every time, much to Cook’s amusement.
“Fuck this then,” she says when she’s bored of Cook acting like a cock. “Come on Jay.”
JJ’s eyes flick between her and Cook.
“Jay!” She snaps and he comes to his senses and gets up.
“Oh, right mate, if that’s how it is then. Show some fucking balls man, you’re completely whipped!”
“Cook,” Freddie interjects tiredly, “give over, yeah?”
Katie smiles primly at them both, in a way that really means ‘fuck you’ before dragging JJ away.
---
After college JJ walks Katie home, because she can’t find Emily anywhere.
When Katie makes it up the stairs she can hear the sobs from the hallway, and she approaches their bedroom with some trepidation, because there is only one person who can make Emily cry like that.
“What’s she done now?” Katie asks as she sits down next to Emily on her bed.
Emily wipes at her eyes. Doesn’t respond for an age. “She was drunk,” she says finally. “I mean, I knew she was, I was too, but it didn’t mean I wanted it any less. I guess I just thought it could be different this time.” Emily sniffs and wipes her eyes again. “I dunno. I think it’s properly over. I think she’s moved on.”
Katie freezes, stills her hand that had been rubbing circles on Emily’s back. “She said that?”
Emily thinks on it. “No. She just didn’t look at me the same. It felt different.”
“Oh,” Katie hears herself say. They’re quiet for a bit. “You’re still leaving then?”
Emily nods and then she rests her head on Katie’s shoulder with a weary sigh.
Emily’s back to square fucking one, and Naomi’s back to being a proper cunt.
---
The next day, Katie goes looking for her. She finds her smoking alone in their usual place.
“You fucking bitch.”
Naomi raises her head and looks at Katie carefully while weighing up her options. “What?” she says eventually, and right, like she doesn’t know.
“You’ve fucking done it again haven’t you? What is it with you? Do you just love screwing her around?”
Naomi does an exasperated sigh and looks up at the sky, like somehow she’s the one who’s been wronged here. “Katie, look, I was wankered. After you left I downed a bottle of wine, I was completely wasted. I don’t really remember it and it shouldn’t have happened in the first place.”
Katie can hear alarm bells going off in the distance. “What?”
Naomi rolls her eyes. “I said, I was completely wasted and it shouldn’t have happened.” She says it extremely slowly, and all it does is make her sound completely retarded, instead of just a little bit retarded like normal.
“After I left?”
The smug look on Naomi’s face is knocked right off, and one of utter horror replaces it.
“You said it was the drugs. You said it was those fucking pills, Naomi!” Katie is beginning to stress, because she had managed to put Naomi’s fuck up in a box labelled ‘mistakes made when plastered,’ (which also included hooking up with Danny and any interactions she’d ever had with Effy) but if Naomi was even slightly sober then she’s not sure what the hell she’s meant to do with it.
Naomi rubs at her forehead and takes a deep breath. “It was. It was the pills. I wasn’t thinking straight and I shouldn’t have done it like that, but you were sitting with JJ and he was touching you and you kissed him. It’s not fair, that he gets to do that. It’s always fucking him, and I just couldn’t take it anymore.”
“Stop talking, just shut the fuck up,” and Katie knows she sounds panicked now, but she really doesn’t want to hear whatever Naomi’s trying to say. “You’d better stay out of my way Naomi, I don’t want to see your stupid fucking face again, right?” Katie says, pointing her finger straight in Naomi’s chest.
“So, you’ll forgive Eff for planting a rock on your head, but I kiss you and you want me shot? You need to get your priorities sorted.”
Katie’s not forgiven Effy at all, but that is clearly not the point here, so she pushes Naomi back against the wall with two hands. “Fuck. Off.” She says it extremely slowly, because maybe that way Naomi will actually understand what she’s saying.
Naomi doesn’t say anything; just stares back at her defiantly. Katie leaves her standing there.
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By the time she’s made it to the park her hands have stopped trembling, but she can feel a headache coming on. Katie leans back against a tree, taking some deep breaths to try to calm herself down, and thinks that she could really do with a drink right about now. Naomi would probably have something in that fucking bag of hers. Katie considers that the very definition of irony.
She can hear someone approaching from behind her. When she turns her head she sees that Naomi’s followed her, hesitating with her lip between her teeth, just a couple of yards away. Katie can’t believe it. Didn’t she just tell Naomi she didn’t want to see her ever again?
“Piss off Naomi, this is a right fucking mess you’ve caused, so don’t go making it any worse,” and it doesn’t come out angry anymore like she’d want it to, it comes out tired.
“Kay, I know,” Naomi says softly, stepping toward her.
“No, Naomi. You don’t fucking know shit. You could be shagging the Queen for all your mum cares, she’d still be delighted for you. Also, you don’t have a twin sister that I used to date, or a fucking boyfriend. So no, you can just shut your fucking mouth, alright?”
“It’s ok that this is complicated,” Naomi says, reaching out her hand to touch Katie’s arm. And fuck her, Naomi is standing there and trying to what? Comfort her or something?
“It’s not complicated Naomi, it’s fucking impossible, and it’s not happening, right?” she hisses, snatching her arm out of reach.
“It’s not impossible,” Naomi says, sounding very sure of herself.
Katie wonders if it’s possible for one person to actually know it all, cause Naomi’s giving it a damn good go.
“You didn’t say you didn’t fancy me. So it’s not, y’know, impossible.”
“What?” Katie screeches, not quite believing that Naomi is actually saying what Katie thinks she might be.
“Well,” she starts patiently, “you said that it couldn’t happen because your mum would flip out, as would Emily, and JJ would probably be a bit upset too. But you didn’t say it wouldn’t happen because of me,” Naomi finishes, with a look that’s arrogant and smug and self-satisfied all rolled into one.
Katie snaps.
Naomi just smirks at the slap, her eyes glinting. Katie hits her again, to try and knock some sense into her thick fucking skull.
That girl is infuriating, Katie thinks, as she stomps her way home.
Part 4