Speechless

A/N: Thought this story would be beyond adorable. I'm stuck with Unfinished Business, so I decided to write another story. Bear with me? By the way, if ever it's Emily's POV, it'll be in third person.

Also, thanks for the lovely feedback for my story, Birthday Surprise. I'm still a bit indecisive about whether or not to continue it. I really want to, but some people are a bit uncomfortable with the whole LilyKat fanfiction.

Disclaimer: Inspired by another fanfiction. I don't own Skins. All I own is a ukulele and a stolen laptop to write this story.

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Chapter One

Naomi's POV

I'm rushing to the room when I hear the bell surround me, indicating that class is now starting. I quicken my pace and juggle with the books and bag in my arms.

Shit. I'm late.

I turn corners and dodge students as I get closer to class. I clumsily unlock my locker and grab my Politics book. I do a 180 and crash into someone. My bum makes contact with the hard, cold floor.

Students around me stop for a second to stare at the commotion and then get back to their own business. I scramble to my feet and pick up my items as fast as I can. I'm fuming and my left side hurts like a bitch.

I look for the culprit in the now empty hallway. I find her. She's getting to her feet and picks up her books. I scowl above her.

"Watch where the fuck you're going!" I seethe to the girl when I get a look at her. I stare at her, but she doesn't look my way. I wait for an apology.

"You gonna apologize or are you gonna stand there like a complete idiot?"

My face scrunches up in confusion. What the fuck is wrong with this girl? I give the petite, chocolate brunette-haired girl a look over. She looks familiar, but I can't put my finger on it.

"Excuse me, are you fucking deaf or something?" I ask throwing one of my arms to my side with the other grasping my books.

The girl stands frozen, except her shaking from my yelling, I guess. She keeps her gaze at the ground and her grip on the books tightens. My hard exterior softens, but doesn't completely go away. I wait a few more seconds to see if she'd at least say sorry or… Something!

I don't have fucking time for this.

"Idiot, then," I reply to myself, rolling my eyes. I take a huff of breath and turn away sharply to head to class.

Fucking great, I'm even tardier!

Honestly, people are such fucking tossers. This is why I have a handful of people I can actually tolerate. Is it that hard to watch where you're going or say sorry? This is the fucking worst day ever. If it wasn't for Emma, I wouldn't have been this late. She's so fucking clingy.

I think back to the dark-haired girl and couldn't help but feel a little bad. Maybe I was a bit harsh? Wait, Naomi Campbell does NOT feel bad; especially to rude people. Besides, she deserves it.

"Ah, it's finally nice of you to grace us with your presence, Naomi," I hear as I walk through the threshold of the Politics class. Kieran gestures to my seat and tells me to sit down and turn to page 394.

I reach into my bag and frantically search for the purple book I took from my locker.

Fuck!

I groan loudly.

"Are you interrupting my class again, Ms. Campbell?" Kieran asks with an eyebrow raised. He tries to hide his sarcastic smile. I roll my eyes at him, making sure he sees it.

Tosser.

I continue to listen to his lecture until the door squeaks open. I look back and see the girl from earlier, enter with a flushed face. Her eyes are glossy and red.

It wasn't like that before, was it?

"Right, and who the hell are you?"

The girl ignores Kieran's question and walks to hand him a slip of paper. He reads the paper and sets it on his desk.

She slowly walks towards me and timidly places the purple book on top of my desk. I look up at her, but she still doesn't make eye contact with me, nor does she face me. I open my mouth to thank her until the girl practically runs to take her seat with her head down.

Next to the dark, brunette-haired girl is Pandora who talks animatedly to her about bollocks.

Jesus, Panda could talk to a brick wall. For fuck's sake she never stops.

The petite girl just sits in her seat with a blank expression. I feel bad that she has to sit with Panda, even though she's a lovely girl.

I erase my mind off the girl and start paying attention to class.

Kieran's going on and on about Politics. The students aren't even paying a speck of attention. We've got the blonde bimbos in the corner filing their nails and the football players throwing crumbled paper across the room.

Mind you, I'm a blonde, but I'm not that much of a dumb ass. This class is literally a waste of time. I roll my eyes and quietly groan.

I look around the room and stop my tracks when it lands on a pair of chocolate, doey eyes staring back. She watches intently with a hint of a sad look at me before hastily turning to the teacher. I don't think she meant for me to catch her.

My irritation towards her dissipates when I see how sensitive she is. I set a reminder to apologize the next time I talk to her. I don't know why, but I feel a bit bad, which is unusual.

I don't ever feel bad.

My thoughts are interrupted when I see Effy in the corner of my eye with a smirk intact. I give her a confused look to cease her "all-knowing," but it only makes her smirk grow wider.

I shake my head at her before she turned back to the front, with her smirk still on her face.

I hope her lips fall off her face! Honestly, she's such a mind fuck sometimes.

Who am I kidding? All the time!

Effy fucking Stonem. My irritating best mate.

"Listen up, you lazy sloths. Lift your heads up and wipe the fuckin' drool dripping down your neck. Pay attention," Kieran says in his thick Irish accent. Everyone jolts at the sound of his voice. Now they're listening.

He gives us class work for tonight and dismisses us with a heavy groan. It's lunch period, but I stay behind to talk to Kieran.

"Coming to lunch, Nai?" Effy asks, as she gets up from her seat.

"No, but maybe tomorrow. I have to talk to that tosser over there."

"I heard that!" Kieran yells from across the room and flashes me a disdained look. Effy walks out the door after saying her goodbye. I scoot to sit on top of the desk, facing the Politics teacher.

"You were supposed to hear it, wanker."

I swing my crossed legs back and forth as I'm sitting on top of the desk. I smile innocently at Kieran with a big grin.

"You're such a ray of fucking sunshine, aren't you?" He replies rhetorically. I stick my tongue out in retort.

"Who's that girl?" I ask, trying to be casual, but really, it's bugging me. Kieran gives me a confused look. "The brunette. The one that came in late after me."

I scoff at his slowness. With all that spliff we smoke together, how is he still a teacher?

"Oh. Right." He retrieves the paper from his desk and reads it again. "Her name is Emily. She's mute."

I freeze on the spot. My legs stop swinging as his words set in.

Emily.

Mute.

The guilt sets in fast. The heavy feeling starts from my head and rapidly travels to my chest. I feel like lead. My stomach drops at his words. I can almost feel the bile wanting to jump out of my mouth.

I mull the words over in my head. Fuck's sake. I'm such a fucking tit. My face becomes overwhelmed with heat. She's mute.

Fuck. I'm such a horrible person. Fuck, fuck, fu –

"Alright, there?" Kieran asks. I try to hide the guilt on my face, but I think he catches it.

I clear my throat and lightly shake my head.

"Mum's making a cuppa and fish. You better be there," I say, quickly changing the subject.

Kieran groans whilst he opens his paper bag and pulls out his lunch. I'm glad he doesn't notice the change of topic. I give him a sarcastic grin. He grunts and rolls his eyes at me.

"I'm not going unless she's making potatoes. I told her all I need is potatoes and good se –

"Christ, Kieran! I don't need to know what you and my mum do in your spare time," I cut in with a horrified look before he finishes the next word.

"Sex!"

"Oh, for fuck's sake! Very mature, Kieran." He chuckles at his sense of humor and takes a bite of his sandwich. He sticks his tongue at me with chewed food in his mouth. "Jesus, you're disgusting!"

He laughs to himself and I join in after a while. That Irish fucker may be a bit of a prick, but I like him. Sometimes.

"I guess I have to be there. I fucking live there, don't I?" He says. "But maybe I'll take a detour to the pub, I fucking hate fish and chips."

"Oh no the hell you're not! Mum is an alright cook and all, but you're not making me suffer alone."

"Fancy a trip to detention?" Kieran asks, with a sly smile. He taps his index finger on the side of his nose.

"I guess so," I feign a scoff.

"Good, because I was going to give you it anyway."

"Jesus. I'm leaving, arsehole." I reply, poking my tongue out at him. We both giggle at the banter as I hop off the desk and head towards the door.

"Aw, love you too, you little shit!"

I give him the finger without turning around. I walk through the empty corridors towards the lunchroom to meet my mates. It's quiet as per usual when everyone is in the cafeteria. I amble on and adjust the strap of my bag on my shoulder.

I stop my movements when I hear a faint melody playing in the background. I try to listen more but the sound was too soft. I follow the music until I'm behind a door. The sound of the piano is louder and more beautiful.

I gently push the door open and poke my head in through the threshold. The room is dimmed and filled with instruments. I screw my face up.

We had a music room? I mentally slap my forehead for asking. Every college has a music department, dumb ass. I roll my eyes and walk deeper into the room to get closer to the music.

I round a corner and retrace my steps until I'm hiding behind it. Playing the piano, I see the girl, Emily, delicately stroking the keys and reading the music sheet in front of her. The piece she's playing is captivating and soft, yet haunting and dark, but still beautiful.

I go to lean on the wall to carry on listening and watching her play until I knock over a cymbal. I stumble over to grasp onto it before it falls, but I'm too slow. As the cymbal comes into contact with the ground, it makes a loud bang. I freeze, hoping Emily didn't hear it.

But my hope is short lived when I observe Emily practically jumping out of her skin at the noise. The music stops hastily.

"Results," I whisper sarcastically to myself, scoffing.

Emily's now at the edge of the bench with a startled face. Her eyes are scrunched closed and her fists are balled up. She reminds me of a child throwing a tantrum, but quietly.

I shake my head to rid the thought and let out a nervous laugh with an apologetic face. I shuffle my feet and look to the floor to hide my now redden face.

When I see that she doesn't calm from her reaction to the noise, I reach over and put my arm around her shoulder. At the contact, Emily jumps again. I take a few leaps back and keep my hands to myself. Her breathing escalates, her eyes are still screwed shut, and she's rocking back and forth slightly.

Fuck, what do I do?

"S-Sorry. I didn't mean to… Mean to drop that," I stammer and mentally kick myself for sounding like a tit. I pick up the instrument and place it back on the stand.

"Or creepily watch you play," I add quietly, hoping she didn't hear me. I understand she's mute, so I fill the silence with my annoying rambles. Maybe if I talk, she'll calm down.

"I, um, just wanted to see Karen, the band, erm… Director." I just met her and I'm already lying. I didn't want to seem like a stalker, alright?

Emily finally opens her eyes, but she's still hesitant. She quickly fixes her stare in front of her. Her breathing is at an easy pace and her hands are unclenched. I can see her rounded, scared and dark eyes. I first appreciate her chocolate, brown hair. She's wearing a white dress with a thin, tan belt and a jean jacket. There's a cute black bow in her hair that matches her TOMs.

I feel underdressed in my black skinny jeans and a silky, blue vest top with a white cardigan. She's cute. I scold myself and remind myself that I have a girlfriend.

Emily hasn't broken her gaze from the piano yet. She keeps her lips pursed. I formulate what to say next.

"You're a wonderful pianist," I say sincerely, nodding to the piano.

Silence. I should have expected this. Is it wrong for me to hope she'll say something to me?

Of course not, you're not anyone special, Naomi. Besides, you did curse at the poor girl for innocently bumping into you.

I hesitantly step beside the piano and slowly sit down on the bench beside her. I watch her reaction. She doesn't flinch or run to the nearest corner like I expect. We're both at edge of the bench. There's a good bit of space between us. Okay, a lot.

"So what piece are you playing? It's very beautiful."

She glances at music sheet in front of us and I catch the gesture.

Moonlight Sonata – Beethoven.

"It's beautiful," I smile genuinely, looking at her. "And nice."

Emily gives me a very small smile. It's something, at least. I think it's rather adorable. Really adorable.

"How long have you been playing?" I ask, carefully gliding my fingers above the keys. I don't know why I'm even trying to make conversation with this random. Naomi Campbell doesn't try with people.

Emily just stares at the ground and shrugs one of her shoulders very softly.

"A while, I guess?"

I get another small nod in return. I remind myself to give me a pat on the back later.

"You're new?" I ask, because I would have noticed her beforehand. She nods shyly.

But I can't help feel like I have seen her before.

We fall into a silence. Or, I do, at least. The atmosphere has been tense since I walked in. I'm not sure what to say next. I'm usually very opinioned. I glance around the room and wonder why she plays in a semi-dark room. I take a look at her. She's rubbing her hands roughly against each other. They're turning pink.

Her hands seem incredibly soft.

Campbell, what the fuck did you just say?

The bell rings, indicating that lunch is over, and Emily quickly shoves her papers in her bag.

"Let me see your timetable," I blurt out as we both stand up. She collects her possessions and stuffs them in her bag. She rummages through her bag and pulls out a green sheet of paper. I scan through it.

"We have the next class together; English. C'mon, we'll walk together."

We exit the band room and walk towards Josie's class. At first, Emily walks a bit behind me until I lessen my stride and let her catch up with me.

I fill her in on how crazy the teacher is and the curriculum we're learning now. Turns out, Emily already knows much about Hamlet.

We walk with a small tense air around us. Occasionally, Emily would give me a small smile, but that's as far as I'd get. I'm not really good at awkward situations.

"So, E –

"Hey babes!" I hear to my right.

Shit, it's Emma. Act cool, Campbell.

"Hey," I reply awkwardly. Emma grasps onto me and mashes our lips together. I quickly pull apart and wipe my mouth. I'm not one for PDA.

Emma clings herself to my right arm and walks with me with her high stilettos. She has dirty blonde, wavy hair. She has stunning green eyes. Emma is wearing a very short, purple dress that shows her long legs and almost her arse. In other words, she's pretty hot. And by hot, I mean she's fucking hot.

"You weren't at lunch today, baby," She says in her posh English accent, with an exaggerated pout. I search frantically for a lie in my head.

"Oh, yeah, um… I was with Kieran, catching up with my work." I lie. Why did I lie?

Well, technically, it isn't a lie because I was with Kieran. I just didn't completely tell the truth.

I glance slightly to look at Emily. I see her looking down with a faint blush on her face. I'm such a tit, aren't I?

Emma intertwines our hands and tugs on our joined hands to direct my attention back to her.

Women.

"Catching up? We all know you're not behind in Politics, sweetie." She swings our hands together. I don't really do pet names, either. It's annoying. Seriously, I'm Naomi, not your pie or candy or dog for fuck's sake.

I struggle to stop the eye roll coming. Is it just me or is this corridor extremely long? And extremely awkward. I see that Emily drifted off further to the left.

"Walk me to class, baby?" Emma asks, with another pout.

Fuck. Why do I date again?

"C'mon, then." I tug at her hand gently and head the opposite way. She talks to me, but I don't really listen. I'm just trying to get her to class before I'm late. Again.

She stops me before the door to her class, Ethics. She opens her arms, gesturing for a hug.

Christ's sake.

I walk towards her and hug her lightly, but she doesn't let me go that easily. I really like her, but I like my own space. I like the idea of space and having time to myself.

She never gives me enough time to miss her when she always wants me with her.

But the sex is fucking fantastic. I have to give her that.

"Meet me here after class, babes?" Emma asks sweetly. I meekly nod my head. As I go to turn around, she grabs my wrist and locks our lips together. Before I know it, she slides her tongue into my mouth. I meet her tongue with mine and roughly kiss her back. Before I get into it, she pulls away with a smug look and walks into the room.

Still hot, I think to myself and wander back to English Lit.

I go through the threshold of the door and see Josie with her hand puppet. I roll my eyes and scan for a seat. There are two empty seats: one beside Effy and another beside Emily.

Shit.

Emily fidgets with her notebook and Effy watches me. Of course Effy fucking watches. She always does.

I urgently get to my seat before the second bell rings.

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