Jordan McLair

It's been a week since the whole Naomi and Emily thing went down. Every thing is so tense between everyone. Emily's been keeping up this front that everybody can see through. I think she even knows that we can see through it. But nobody says a thing. Because Emily's hurt. We all know that.

Katie's been the biggest bitch to Naomi. It was expected though. The protective older sister routine was bound to come out. Not to mention Katie is the original Fitch Bitch.

As for Naomi. She tends to stay to herself a lot. She mopes around, and her figure has shrunk a little. Both Effy and I have noticed. I think everyone has. But still nobody says a word.

Emily and I haven't spoken much since the night it happened. I guess her little front she's pulling, just isn't my scene. If anything she's turned into a hotter version of Katie. But she's still Emily at heart. I know that much. She still throws me a smile every so often that shows me that she's still her, somewhere underneath the new make up and clothes.

It's eating her on the inside I know. She still loves Naomi. She's just refusing to show it. Because she doesn't want to fall back into the pain that is love.

Anyway. Thank God the weeks over. It's Saturday today, which means one thing. Panda's party. It was originally supposed to be last week. But, Panda and Effy decided to move it to a week later. What, with everything that was going on. They wanted to give everyone time to calm down.

I lie in bed and think about all the things that could go down tonight. Supposedly both Naomi and Emily are coming. They just don't know that the other is. But they're not stupid. I think they're doing it for Panda. She's so innocent and so Panda-like, that you just can't say no to her.

My phone goes off next to me, I reach for it reading Effy's name.

Don't forget something pink xx Eff

Fuck. Fuck me. Pink. Christ that's right. Fucking Panda and her favourite fucking choice of colour. I roll my eyes at the thought of me wearing pink. Ugh.

I roll out of bed and search for the only person that can help me with this. "Karen!" I yell down the hallway, stumbling a little, still groggy from my sleep.

Next minute, a hot as fuck hair straightener is being waved in front of my face, as Karen comes screaming out of her room, her hair looking a mess. "Jesus!" I jump back. Karen is deadly with those things.

"What the fuck are you screaming about?" She waves the straightener in my face.

I put my hands up in defence and ease her straightener holding hand down, "I need your help."

She laughs. The bitch actually laughs. "My help? For what?" She asks, now suddenly very curious about my needs.

"I need something…pink." I whisper the last part, slightly embarrassed. She bursts into laughter again, this time even louder. "Shut up!"

"You. You need something pink? You're shitting me aren't you?" She laughs walking back into her room. This isn't that funny.

"Look do you have something pink or what?" I ask now very frustrated with my cousins amusement.

"Jordan. Pink?" She says, looking at me through the mirror as she continues to do her hair.

"Yes Karen. Pink. You know white and red, mix em together." I say, watching her do her hair.

She turns around to look at me, rolling her eyes, "I know how to make pink dipshit." And she turns back to focus on her vanity.

"Just checking." I mumble, but she catches it and rolls her eyes at me again.

"Check the bottom drawer. Oh and Jordy, make sure you get some pictures yeah? Facebook will love it." She smirks as I grab a red tank from her drawers.

"Fuck off." I smirk back at her and head back to my room.

"That's not pink!" I hear her yell at me as I make my way back.

"I know!" I yell back at her, anyone would think we're sisters. Well you could say that Freddie and Karen have always been like siblings to me. I'm an only child, so they're the closest I have to a brother and sister. Hell we fight enough for people to actually think so.

So I have this plan. I know Effy will kill me with her eyes. But fuck it. I'm going through with it.

I jump into the shower, and stand under the hot searing water. I like the heat. It stings and burns. It makes my skin go numb, the way I like it. It's like feeling without feeling. I run my hands through my hair, and I can see my scars. They're faded a bit now. I've managed to cover them up, wether it's wearing long sleeves, or chucking on a bit of make up.

I know I make out that I don't give a fuck about what people think about me. I don't. I just hide things, because I'd rather not delve into my past. And these scars. They show that I have a past. A past that I would much rather forget. But the stupid angst child inside me, made a decision, which would leave me with physical memories.

So I get out of my shower. And change into my clothes for Panda's party. Do a once over of myself in the mirror. Yep, Effy is definitely going to throw a fit at me. I grab my beanie and throw it on over my locks. Trade mark. I take my phone and head off towards the address Effy gave me. I borrowed Fred's skateboard again. Well without his permission. But hey, that boy has nowhere to go, seeing as Katiekins is going to be there too.

Panda sure does live in the streets of suburbia. And there's this nosey old man perving over his fence at me as soon as I get there. "Problem?" I ask him. Kicking the skateboard up so I can catch it.

"No. No problem at all. I just hope you children don't create chaos this year." He scoffs with his pansy, stick up his ass accent.

I look at him like he's crazy. "Whatever asshole." And shake him off. I ring the doorbell. And hear Panda's frantic voice. That girl is very, very loud.

"I'LL GET IT!" Her voice screams through the house.

She answers the door, dressed head to toe in bright pink. Her blonde hair is curled nicely, and bounces as she jumps in excitement. "Jordan!" She grabs me tightly and pulls me in to a hug. I've never hugged Panda before. And now I know why. Because I cannot breathe at all.

"Air, please?" I struggle against the girl.

"Panda, what is all this screaming about?" A very house wifey woman enters, and gives me a once over as Panda let's go of me. I think she's interrogating me.

"Sorry Mum. This here's Jordan! She's my new friend! That makes five! New record ain't it?" Panda beams in pride. The girl counts her friends? That's new.

"Yes. Pandora it is. Do come in Jordan. It's lovely to meet you. So are you with the missionary as well?" Missionary? What the fuck?

"Yes she is. She's just joined us. Haven't you Jordan?" Effy eyes me as she descends down the stairs. First I think she's trying to make me agree with her. That or she's pissed at the fact I'm not exactly wearing pink.

"Ah yeah. All about the mission…and what not?" I say, more like a question.

"Wonderful. Well Panda will show you where to put your things." She offers, and heads back into the kitchen. Panda does as her mother says, and shows me their shoebox.

We walk back around to the stairs, where Effy is still standing. "Bout time you showed up." Effy says, in her monotone voice.

"It's only four." I say questioning her. It's not like I missed out on much. At least I don't think I have. But Effy is still staring at me intensely.

"That doesn't look pink to me." She says. God I feel like I'm in trouble with my mother.

I look at my outfit. A red tank top with a pair of white skinny jeans. I look back up at Effy and smile. "White plus red equals pink." I smirk as she rolls her eyes.

"Bitch. Now I'm stuck in this." Effy nods to her outfit. A pair of pink mini shorts, that show off the very leggy and toned legs that I never realized Effy sported, and a loose light pink singlet. She snaps me eyeing up her legs, and giving them a once over. "Perve." She winks at me.

My face heats up with embarrassment. But this is Effy. I feel comfortable with her. Not that way. "You love it." I tease back. We're just friends. Nothing more. Nothing less. She's a pain in the ass, with all her mysterious quips and eyes. But she's Effy. Good old Effy. She has a heart in amongst the walls that she too throws up. I know it. I've grown a lot closer to Effy since I first started. I see her as a true friend.

"Come on. Katie and Emily are upstairs." She smirks as she says Emily's name. I hate her for that. There's nothing between Emily and I. But Effy loves to give me shit about her. Bitch.

We get into Panda's room, and sure enough the Fitch twins are there. I almost trip up on something as I capture the sight of Emily. She looks amazing. Okay she and Katie are wearing the same strapless pink dress. But Emily is different. Much different. Beautifully different. Her hair is curled, half up and half down. She's wearing a timid amount of make up, not that she needs it. And her legs. God those legs. For a petite girl, she has legs that kill.

Her face lightens up as I walk in, and Effy turns to look at me with a quirked brow. Fuck of Effy.

"Jords. Babes. You made it!" Katie is over excited to see me. She does this a lot. It's only because she's shagging my cousin, and hoping to stay in my good books. I wonder how long this will last. Hopefully she gives it up soon.

"Hey Katie." I reply, and she goes back to her seat on Panda's bed. Effy takes a seat on the window sill, which leaves the space on the bed next to Emily free. I take it. As uncomfortable about it that I am. I still take it. Much to Effy's pleasure. I send her a death glare, but that soon gets interrupted by Pandora's excited presence. She flicks up a sheet and lays it on the ground, revealing the colourful dots on the topside.

"Are you shitting me?" I ask. Emily snaps her head towards me as soon as the words leave my mouth. I look back at her, and then she looks away. Weird. Crap. Why did I come here?

"Come on guys. Twister is wicked fun!" Right. Panda. That's why I came. Because if I didn't Effy would have my ass for it. This was Effy's way of making up for being a shitty friend to Panda, and ruining her last years birthday. From the sounds of it, it's a wonder her mother even let Effy throw her another party. But Effy begged and pleaded and promised who knows what. Somehow though, I think not all of those promises will stand. After all, these girls like to party. And that doesn't just involve twister.

"Righteo. I'll be the spinner. Oh. Right hand blue!" She exclaims, and we all drag our sorry asses down to play with Panda.

She goes on to spin, and eventually I find myself face to face with Emily. Fuck this twister game.

"Hi." She shies at me, our faces are rather close.

"Hey." I smile back.

"Left foot green!" Panda yells. Crap. The only way I can get to that green fucking dot is to somehow get my leg over Emily's thigh. She notices too.

"Well, are you going to at least try?" She smirks at me. Fuck sakes. This isn't going to end well.

I reach my leg up, and stretch it out over Emily's thigh. I know Effy's watching this ordeal. I can feel her watching. Piss off Effy. I make it, just. I rest my foot on top of that tantalizing green dot. And breathe. And…oh fuck. My foot gives way, and next thing I know, my body crashes on top of little Emily Fitch.

"Shit. Sorry." I push myself up off her, and hold out my hand to help her back up. Katie and Effy's mouths erupt with laughter, and Panda has the biggest smile on her face.

"You lose!" She says a little too excited. Thanks Panda.

"It's okay." Emily takes my hand, and I lift her back to her feet.

"Ahem." The sound of throat clearing casts a silence in the room. And the throats owner is standing at Panda's door. The peroxide blonde is watching awkwardly. For some reason I feel guilty. Not that I've done anything wrong. But the guilt is there.

It takes a while for anyone to say something, and for a second I think Naomi is actually going to leave. But she doesn't. She stays. And Panda rushes to her side, embracing her with a bear like hug. "Naomes! You came." She squeals into the blondes ear.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world." Naomi says directly at Emily.

Now this party just got a whole lot more interesting.