lust for life • james cook - skins

18 - cook

I groan as I sit up and look around the unfamiliar room. There's a girl in the bed beside me, I can't see her face, but her long, brown hair is spread across the pillow.

"Ef?" I falter, realising this is not Effy's bedroom. Oh fuck.

The girl turns her head to look at me. It's Eve.

"Nice," she breathes, getting up quickly and taking the covers with her. "Fucking brilliant."

"What?" I ask her, perplexed. "Hey, don't expose my balls!"

"Do you remember anything from last night?" She snaps, standing by the doorway with the duvet cover wrapped around her naked body.

"Well," I grunt, adjusting myself. "You're in the nip."

She nods, aggressively.

"So, we... shagged?"

"Bang on," she sneers. "It's really lovely, y'know, to hear the lad you had sex with the previous night call you the name of the girl he's fucking in love with."

I blink at her while she covers her face with her hands, holding up the duvet by her elbows.

"God, I'm so fucking stupid," she mutters

I simply just continue to blankly stare at her. I don't really know what to say.

"Would you fucking say something!" She stresses. "Fucking hell, do you even remember?"

I blow air from my lips. "Course I do."

"You don't," Eve groans, perching at the end of her bed, the duvet still wrapped around her. "Oh god."

I sit up. "Why am I in your house?"

She stares at me, agonised. "Because you were fucked off your head. So I took you home to take care of you. Then you seemed fairly sober so we..."

"Fucked?" I raise my eyebrows at her, and she buries her face into her hands.

"I think it's best if you leave," she mumbles. "Now."

"Alright, alright," I grumble, getting up off of her bed. "Where's my pants?"

Eve points at a bundle on the ground, avoiding looking at me. I pick them off the floor and quickly pull them up, so I'm not as exposed.

I put on the rest of my clothes, which are smelly and bloody, and stand by the doorway for a moment.

"You just have the same hair, that's all," I shrug, grinning.

"Get out," she snaps.

"No goodbye kiss?" I ask, holding out my arms and looking around in mock confusion.

"Fuck. Off, Cook," she shouts.

"Alright, alright," I laugh. "Keep your pants on babes, I know that's hard for you around me, though."

"Fucking cunt," she snarls, as I wink at her.

"I do remember, by the way," I call back as I head toward the stairs. "You were fucking ace."

I smile to myself as I jog down the steps and make a beeline for the front door. As I open it, someone calls me back.

"Cook!" I turn around to see Milo standing by the kitchen door. "How've you been, chap?"

"Never thought I'd see you again," I laugh, going over to him and pulling him in for a quick hug.

"It's been a while, to be fair," Milo chuckles, pulling out of the hug and patting my back. "You were fairly fucking mashed last night, man."