Bad Idea, Right? • shameless uk

007. Frank is missing!

KODI BALL WAS IN DEEP SHIT.

Not only had she and Lip officially called it quits on their three-year friends-with-benefits situation, but she’d also gone and slept with the one bloke Lip properly hated — Malakai McGuire.

Lip had always made it clear: Kai keeps his distance, end of. But Kai never gave a toss about rules. He’d been eyeing her for ages — and let’s be honest, Kodi Ball was fit, and everyone knew she was Lip Gallagher’s girl.

Well… maybe not anymore.

Kodi stirred awake, groaning as she rubbed her eyes — then froze when she clocked the body next to her. Naked. Grinning like a twat.

Oh. Fuck.

Malakai bloody McGuire.

She sat bolt upright, panic rising, and tried to slip out of bed quietly — but his arm shot out, pulling her back with a sleepy grin.

"Nah, babe. Come ‘ere," he mumbled.

"Kai — piss off. You’ve got to go," she hissed, yanking away.

He sat up, scratching his chest, smirking like the cocky sod he was.

"Why?" he asked lazily.

"Can you just… turn around?" she muttered, fumbling for her skirt on the floor.

He chuckled. "Turn around? After what you were beggin’ for last night? You’re havin’ a laugh."

"Malakai," she warned, giving him that look.

He put his hands up in mock surrender and covered his eyes — but peeked anyway, the cheeky git.

That’s when Veronica’s voice shouted up the stairs:

"Oi, love, get yer arse down here. Ian’s brought milk!"

"Yeah, two secs, V!" Kodi hollered back, shooting Kai another death glare.

He just pulled his jeans on, still grinning. "Don’t worry, princess," he teased. "Not a word from me. Wouldn’t wanna ruin your precious reputation with Gallagher, eh? Wonder what he’d say if he knew his little princess was screamin’ someone else’s name last night."

Kodi zipped up her skirt, shooting him a look that could kill.

"Hurry up, McGuire. Front door, and keep it quiet," she ordered.

"Shh, shh, alright — I know the drill," he winked, slinging on his hoodie.

As she opened the door, sunlight streaming in, Kai leaned in and planted a cheeky kiss on her cheek.

"Don’t be a stranger, yeah?" he murmured, lighting a fag as he strolled off, hood up, all swagger.

Before she could even close the door, Veronica’s voice made her jump.

"Sneakin’ lads out already, are we?"

Kodi whipped round to find V leaning on the bannister, fag in hand, smirking like the cat that got the cream.

"That’s my girl," V laughed. "Now come on — brekkie. Don’t wanna be late for school."

Kodi trailed her into the kitchen — forgetting she was still just in her bra and skirt — and slumped at the table.

"Does Lip know about your little boy toy then?" V teased.

"No. And you’re not tellin’ him. Alright?"

"Oi — watch yer tone, missy," V said with a raised brow, though she was still grinning. "Don’t worry. My lips are sealed."

Kodi started shovelling cornflakes in her gob just as Kev wandered in wearing only a tatty robe, scratching himself.