A/N: Part II of Intoxicated. And a warning to readers, since I received a complaint that the last chapter had no 'action', this story will be romance. Never mind the extra taboos like incest. It's romance and as such, there will not be just sex but actual character development and a plot.
Enjoy.
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Between the calming sound of rain, the buzz of the TV set, and the blur of ink on her school papers, Naomi wasn't sure when she fell asleep.
But when she did, she dreamed of a barren mountain covered in snowflakes and frosted grass. For hours she tried to find her way off of the mountain and out of the bone numbing blizzard that trapped her there.
But no matter how long she trudged on through the snow, she couldn't escape. What was worse was that unlike her other dreams, she couldn't force herself to wake up from this one.
It was an oddity for her, as the only dreams she had nowadays consisted of nightmares concerning her late mother- or the rain.
So when she found herself in a dreamscape blizzard, she was more than a little confused.
What was even more weird, was that she felt like the dream meant something yet couldn't figure out what. All of her dreams weren't just random pictures her mind conjured up.
They all meant something. Whether they foretold a future event or constantly brought up old ones, there was always a message.
She just didn't know what message this dream was trying to convey.
Yet.
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"Naomi! Naomi, wake up you lazy bum-" Lisa shook Naomi awake, the hazy eyed girl staring up at her in a confused daze.
"Mmh?" Naomi muttered, her gray eyes dilating as her blurry eyesight began to clear.
Eventually she had a clear view of Lisa's freckled nose and annoyed blue eyes.
"Don't mmh me! You were supposed to call me last night but you didn't!" The brunette scolded as she dragged Naomi off the couch.
Naomi only stared at her in mild confusion as she tried to register what she was saying. After all, she wasn't exactly a morning person. Lisa obviously didn't notice her distant expression because she continued to complain as she led her through the house.
"-And then I wake up early, early Naomi!, only for Prince to call me and tell me not to wait up for you? That prick! I don't understand why you date him." Lisa went on as she pulled her toward the entrance, totally oblivious to the fact Naomi was only wearing a skin baring camisole and short shorts.
At her boyfriends name, Naomi's eyes suddenly brightened. But not in happiness. She instantly remembered Prince telling her he would pick her up the next morning.
Groaning and untangling herself from Lisa's tight grip, Naomi sped to the kitchen and checked the time on the stove.
She sighed in relief but then squeaked in panic when she realized she wasn't late for school- but she only had thirty minutes until she would be.
"Why didn't you wake me up earlier!" Naomi snapped angrily as Lisa trailed behind her into the kitchen, her arms folded over her neatly ironed school uniform.
"Well excuse me." Lisa muttered, rolling her eyes as Naomi shot past her like a bullet and jumped up the stairs toward her room.
Like a tornado Naomi grabbed her uniform and ran into the bathroom to take a shower, brush her teeth, and do all the girl things she did before leaving the house. Since she was part of the Student Council, she was used to waking up early.
What she was NOT used to however, was waking up early and having to rush to school. She was never late. Never. So she was a bit sour about Lisa not coming earlier.
Of course, Naomi thought as she jumped in the shower and let the warm water roll over her skin, it wasn't really Lisa's fault. In fact, Naomi didn't blame her in the least, she just needed someone to focus her ire on.
She really blamed the dream from last night. Ever since she was little she could tell the difference between reality and illusion, so she was always aware when she was in a dream.
She had learned rather quickly how to alert her body and gain consciousness whenever she wanted to, unless it was a nightmare. So she was pretty pissed that for once her mind had trapped her in an illusion, especially since it was of snow and not rain.
'Damn cerebral cortex.' Naomi thought irritably as she finished her shower and scurried to pull on her uniform.
By the time she was finished, Lisa was already waiting by the front porch.
When Naomi emerged from the front door, Lisa quickly pushed herself from her position against one of the porch pillars and eyed Naomi up and down.
"Well," Lisa said with a wry smile. "You look like you just went to hell and back."
And since Naomi had spared a quick glance in the mirror before leaving the house, she knew it was true. Her hair, which was usually worn in a neat ponytail, was now pulled into a messy bun with tendrils framing her face.
Her skin shone with sweat and moisture from her shower, and her clothes were wrinkled and mostly unbuttoned. Of course her face still had that stern and practical look to it, but the rest of her attire...kind of made it hard to take her seriously. Lisa guffawed and nudged Naomi's shoulder, sending her a teasing look.
Naomi glared at her, but didn't have time to respond to her earlier jab when Prince's sleek black car pulled up to the curb.
The faint sound of music wafted towards them from the Lamborghini Veneno Roadster, and Naomi took a second to admire the expensive vehicle before the passenger window slid down, revealing Prince's face.
His hair was greased back and was glossier than Naomi's own hair, and the shades he wore over his eyes made it impossible to tell if he was glaring at her or not. But she didn't dwell on it when Prince silently but coolly gestured for her and Lisa to get in.
"Narcissistic bastard. Why cant he buy a normal car like a normal person." Lisa muttered for only Naomi to hear as they descended the steps of her home and approached the car.
"You can complain when you actually OWN a car Lisa." Naomi replied cheekily and quickly pulled away with a grin when the brunette tried to swat her.
"Coward!" Lisa called out, her tone showing a hint of playfulness as she chased Naomi around the car.
"Nerd!" Naomi retorted, squealing when Lisa almost cornered her.
"I am not a nerd! I'm...intellectual!" Lisa sputtered, causing Naomi to laugh hysterically at her.
They called each other names and played cat and mouse for a few more minutes before Prince finally had enough and blew the horn of his car, startling them both.
Lisa sent him an annoyed glare, but Naomi only took a deep breath before reprimanding herself for being so immature on a school day.
When she quickly slid in the passenger seat and buckled her seat belt, she avoided Prince's gaze. And it stayed that way the whole ride, thanks to Lisa's bickering distracting him.
Naomi smiled inwardly. Lisa was something else. But she wouldn't trade the sharp tongued junior for the world.
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"What the hell happened to you Williams?" Jake, the president of the Student Council, whispered to her as they headed toward the councils meeting room.
It was the end of the school day, the student council meeting being her last school obligation before going home, and since Prince and Lisa didn't share many classes with her she hadn't spotted them all day.
She was very surprised that Prince hadn't tried to catch her alone, but she wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
She had been getting odd looks all day from students and teachers alike. And she couldn't blame them.
Naomi had always shown a quiet elegance and professional appearance to the rest of the world excluding Lisa, even when she mourning for her mother. Never had they seen her look so...disheveled.
At least not since Elle's funeral they hadn't.
It was embarrassing really. Prince hadn't questioned her about it thankfully and hadn't even acknowledged her attire beyond a simple raise of his eyebrows.
But as a member of the Student Council and having a reputation as an ice queen, well, it wasn't good for her image. Not that she had really cared too much about what other people thought lately, but that didn't mean she could just disregard it like it was nothing. Even Principle Bartlett had stopped her in the hallways while she was on her way to Health.
He had taken one look at her and asked if she needed to see a doctor, or even if she was on her cycle. He had said it in a partially filled hallway too.
To say she had been mortified was an understatement.
"I'm fine Jake, I just slept in on accident. I know, it's not like me!" She explained hurriedly as Jake raised a light eyebrow and gave her a worried frown.
"Well I can't hold it against you, it's not like you came to school in your birthday suit." Both laughed lightly, ignoring the looks of the departing students as they walked down the hall.
"But," Jake went on, his arm now wrapped around Naomi's shoulder. "I think it'd be best if you...try to...er, you know, clean up a bit and rest yourself before attending any more meetings. You've been acting off for the past few weeks. And don't think I haven't noticed."
Naomi slowed in her tracks at his words and sent him a blank look.
"But we have an important meeting, I can't be late for that. I'm the vice president." She replied and struggled not to let the annoyance show on her face.
Despite her good poker face, some of her emotion must have gave itself away in her tone because Jake's smile turned apologetic.
"Missing one meeting wont be the end of the world. Not to mention there won't even be much to miss, we've already covered a lot of discussions in our last one. There won't be much to discuss today except for the upcoming dance-" Jake explained, but was cut off by Naomi's raised palm.
