Effy (Skins Uk)

Chapter Eight - unprepared for the weather

I couldn't believe this. It was the middle of the night and he expected me to go out? Thank god!

I smiled at him with all the happiness I could bare, before turning round back into my room to pick out an outfit. I rapidly decided on a tight small, shiny, red dress. It wasn't especially fancy but I'd still look good.
I started to change immediately, and I was in the middle of pulling my shirt over my head when I heard Bennett clear his throat awkwardly. I took the shirt off and stared at him, chuckling.

"What's wrong? Never seen a girl in her underwear before?"

He smirked but avoided my eye, clearly embarrassed about the whole situation. He looked at anything around my room other than me.

"Erm, I'll be in the living room. Be quick." He mumbled, proceeding to walk out my room as quickly as he could. Boys. So annoying.

"Bring a jacket, you'll get cold", I heard him shout. I looked out of my window, and decided it didn't look too cold so to ignore his advice. I'll be fine. I'd always be fine.

I puffed up my hair a little, put some mascara on and dabbed some lipgloss on my plumped lips. Grabbing my phone and my purse, I walked out of my room, heading towards the front door where my favourite pair of heels were awaiting me.
I sat down, and slowly clipped them on, carefully trying not to break the flimsy strap, when I felt a hot stare on me...I glanced up seeing Bennett trailing his eyes on me, up and down like he couldn't get enough of me. He suddenly caught my eye, realising I'd seen him clearly checking me out.
"You look good what can I say" he said, with a nervous grin. I thanked him awkwardly, my cheeks were starting to blush. Feelings. Let's go out before 'feelings' ruin my life again.
"Where are you taking me anyway? Whisking me away to a castle or a club?" I winked at him cockily.
"Well ma'lady, first the club." And with that, we were off.
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Bennett can't dance. It's a shame really as I love to dance. Everything disappears when you're swaying to the music, when it runs through your veins. The anxiety of everything, the sadness, the hurt. It all drifts away. Everything travels back in time and for just a few moments everything's back to how it was. We don't exist, only animals roam the planet. No humans to ruin their happiness, their freedom. Everything's okay again without us here, polluting, wrecking, destroying.

Bennett payed for the shots, despite my protests, although he didn't drink any himself. I assumed it was because he was the designated driver so I didn't brother to ask. He didn't seem to mind me drinking and I knew he wouldn't let anything happen to me, whether that being for his own conscious or for Naomi I didn't know, but I was safe.

Eventually, after a few too many drinks, I ended up leaving Bennett at the bar, feeling the need to get to the dance floor as soon as I could. He didn't seem to mind when I told him, I think he understood. It's a strange feeling to have someone you barely know understand you, but he did.

I walked over to the middle of the floor and listened intently to the loud music playing. Everyone around me was dancing like it was their last day on earth, their last chance to live. I followed in their steps and started to move to the rhythm. I could feel Bennett's eyes on me every second but I didn't care. I was enveloped in the music, in the moment. I don't know how long I was dancing but I know for sure that it was worth it.

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Bennett Tyler's POV

Her long, curly hair, her sparkling eyes, her round, red mouth, her swaying hips, her bare thighs, her little red dress, I couldn't get enough. I couldn't stop my eyes from roaming her body while she moved. She was beautiful. There was no denying that.

Effy looked like she was free when she danced, like she had escaped from something terrible and she could finally be herself. It was fascinating. I didn't understand her how ever much I tried. Every time I think I can predict her actions, she surprises me. She's unpredictable.

By the time we got out of the club it was raining and it was cold; just how I'd predicted. I realised that Effy didn't take my advice on bringing a jacket. I rolled my eyes, amused, typical. I leant over and placed my jacket over her shoulders. She grabbed it thankfully and nodded at me, smiling. I smiled back, unable to be irritated by her lack of organisation regarding the weather. She stopped shivering and I was grateful for that.
"Right Eff, let's get you home."