everything's fucked// james cook

part 15: motherfucker

"I'm going to be staying here, while she's there, and while I am, you're going to be listening to me."

I nodded again.

"Anything else?" I asked sarcastically. 

"No, that's it," he said, missing my sarcasm. 

"Alrite," I said, and got up to leave.

Before I closed the door, he said, "And one more thing, you're grounded."

"Literally?" I said, turning around.

"Literally," he said, mocking me. 

I rolled my eyes, and slammed the door behind me. I walked to school, and made it to form in time. Kiernan was asleep at his his desk, his feet up as I walked in. Effy and Freddie were making out, and I waved at her. 

"Ok," I said, walking past them and sliding in next to Katie.

I sighed, and put my head down on my desk. 

"What's wrong, babes," Katie said, reapplying her lip gloss and smacking her lips together. 

I turned my head towards her, still with my head on the desk.

"My dad came back, and I came back drunk, and he grounded me. Grounded me."

"Ouch, that sucks babes," she said, finishing up, then turning to look at me. 

"So, whatachu gonna do about it?" she said.

"Nothing, I guess," I said, pouting. "He needs to be here to take care of my sister and my mum, and I guess me. Sort of."

"So, don't complain," she said.

"Thanks Kate," I said sarcastically.  "Ugh."

I felt an arm around me, and a voice saying, "What's wrong, princess?"

"James, fuck off," I groaned. 

I heard him crouch next to the table, and he put a hand on my arm. 

"Come on, babes, tell me."

I turned my head on the desk to look at him, and he grinned that cheeky Cookie smile. I couldn't help it; I smiled. 

"Hey, hey, there it is!" he crowed, raising his hands up and standing up. 

I sat up and shook my head, chuckling.

"So, princess, what's wrong?" he said more softly. 

"My dad's back," I said. "And I'm grounded."

"Grounded?" he said. "Well, that's not that fucking bad."

"What?" I said. "It's bad. I thought you, of all people, would be more concerned."

I traced my finger down his arm, pouting and fluttering my eyes lashes at him exaggeratedly. 

He smirked, and leaned closer to me, and my eyes unconsciously flickered to his lips. He noticed, which made him smirk even more, and he looked even smugger. 

"Don't worry, Vi, Cookie'll figure it out."

I turned my head away from him, and he walked away crowing, to go talk to JJ. 

By the end of the day, I really needed a smoke. And a drink. And god knows what else. 

I waved goodbye to my friends outside Roundview, and headed back home. When I walking in the door, my dad was sitting at the kitchen table, headphones in, talking furiously with someone on the other line. I smiled hello at him, and went to the cabinet above the fridge, opening it, and retrieved the bottle of vodka I hadn't thrown out when I went through Mum's alcohol. 

Flicking the lid off, I took a long swig, feeling the liquor burn its way down to my stomach. 

I heard my dad say, "Hey, hey, Robert, hold on, hold on one second," and then put the phone down.

"Vivian, what is that, is that vodka? Vivian, you can't drink, or smoke. That's part of why I grounded you."

"Fine," I said with distain, putting the bottle back where I had found it and going upstairs to my room. I kicked off my shoes, and slumped down on my bed. Searching around for my headphones on the bed, I plugged them into my iPod, hit shuffle, and tried not to think or feel for the next few hours. 

I must have fallen asleep, because by the time I woke up, it was dark. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, forgetting I had eye makeup now. 

"Ahh, fuck," I said, then I heard a thud on my window. 

"What the fuck," I murmured to myself. 

Then another, and another, until I stood up and walked over to my window that faced the alleyway that led into my backyard. I opened the window, and there stood Cook, looking up at me.

"Hello, princess."

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-fie