lust for life • james cook - skins

9 - eve/effy

I groan as I sit up in bed, my head pounding, the light pouring in through the curtains, causing me to squint. I lay back and rest my hands on my face, my eyes closed, trying to recollect the events of the night before.

Not even the night before, now that I think about it, the party finished literally a couple of hours prior.

Judging by the brightness of the sky outside, I guess it's around 10 or 11 in the morning. I slowly shift to my side, the movement causing sharp pains to shoot through my head.

I jump slightly as I peek over the edge of the bed and notice a body sprawled out on the floor, passed out directly beside the bedframe. I'm guessing he didn't have the energy to make it any further.

I sigh groggily and lay back down, blinking at the ceiling. The memories of the night before have started to flow back, Cook and Effy kissing, Freddie getting pissed at me, me getting pissed at Cook, Cook and Freddie arguing, god knows what else.

Oh, and I'm presuming Effy and Cook shagged. I remember seeing her leading him up the stairs and although I was heavily gone by then, I still remember that moment vividly as it hurt me to witness.

It doesn't take a fool to figure out what they got up to, especially since we're dealing with Cook here, and Effy.

I jump out of my thoughts as the door suddenly bursts open. It's Effy, speak of the devil, and she looks a wreck.

To be fair, I probably do too.

Her dark eye makeup is even more smudged than it was before, and her hair is wild looking. Yet there's still that sparkle in her eyes, she can still pull it off so well.

"Have you seen Cook?" Effy asks, her eyes darting around the room as if he'd be hiding in a corner somewhere.

I shake my head, wincing at the pain I caused by doing so. "Why?"

Effy shrugs. "He said he'd nick me a morning after, he's been gone ages."

I blink at her. "O-Ok," I stammer, taken aback. "Are you not on the pill?"

"I am," she stares at me. "Puked it up."

I mouth an "oh" in response, and break eye contact with her.

Guess that confirms what Cook and Effy got up to last night.

"No condom, no?" I murmur, staring out the window so I don't have to look at her.

"We were fucked, Eve," Effy says, emotionless. "It was the last thing on our minds."

"Right," I respond, narrowing my eyes.

I hear Effy tapping on the doorframe with her fingernails.

"So, haven't seen him, no?"

I shake my head again, enduring the pain this time. "Like I said, no sign."

She sighs and half-smiles at me, before shutting the door behind her.

I look at her as she leaves, my mind a whirl.

Where is he, then?

EFFY

I kick my feet up onto Naomi's kitchen table, cigarette in my left hand, my right hand fiddling with a napkin. My mind is empty, the only thing I'm feeling right now is the nicotine bang.