In which Ophelia Jenkins attempts to balance her exams, romance, and secret drug addiction. (cover by @ CASTIKLINE / Elliot on quotev)

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ɢɪʀʟ, ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀʀᴍɪɴɢ, ᴍᴇᴇᴛꜱ ᴇꜰꜰʏ ꜱᴛᴏɴᴇᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ? ᴡɪʟʟ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ɪɴ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʀɪᴀɴɢʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴏᴋ/ᴇꜰꜰʏ/ꜰʀᴇᴅᴅɪᴇ? oc x freddie x cook Ranks: #1 in bristol #7 in stonem #4 in skinsgen2

I'm fucked, angel. so am i. we'll be fucked together, then. _________________________ A JAMES COOK FANFIC MOSSYKNEESOCKS

"𝓨𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓱𝓲𝓶." "𝒩𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇!" Mature Content - Drug use, sexual content, swearing.

"my parents warned me about drugs in the streets but never the ones with big brown eyes and a heartbeat" read the wall of that empty damp street in that shitty town he'd led her to. She felt her heart clench while taking in the words, turning the urge to cry into something inevitable once again, however, tears didn't fall this time. that girl had already cried them all, for him. all she could do now was let out a sarcastic laugh and a somewhat annoyed huff that portrayed the ironic situation fate had got her into by making the poorly executed grafitti find her the night when everything became officially fucked up. "Sometimes I just wish we hadn't met" Her bitter confession echoed through the nights crisp air "Fuck this, fuck him." And with that stated she allowed the smoke of the fourth spliff to fill her lungs. She hoped that one would be the one that would actually numb her aching heart as the three previous ones were supposed to. It wasn't.

"𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲." "𝙾𝚑, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝙹𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜."

Isabella Richardson didn't care about anything, not college nor what the hell she was going to do after it. She just wanted to party and forget everything in the process.