VICTORIA'S SECRET, Skins Uk

05. GRAHAM ESTATE

"Oh," Cook laughs. "You're a piece of fuckin' work, aren't ya'?" His head shook. "What a mistake you were. You get something out of this, while I get nothing. The girl doesn't want me — you don't want me. Jesus, why am I even doing any of this!" Cook shouts, pacing back and forth.

"What exactly do I get out of this? A shitty guy acting like my boyfriend? Oh yeah, that's a real treat, Cook." Victoria's eyes rolled, crossing her arms over her chest.

"No- Fuck, Vic. At least the person you want actually wants you back — I'm sat back watching the girl I love prance around with my best friend and throwing it in my face. I- if you just..." Cook breathed heavily, stopping his pacing to drop his head. "If you just went and told Freddie you had feelings for him, he'd leave Effy in an instant for you."

"Why would you say that." Victoria mutters. "He barely knows me."

"Well, geez, I didn't fuckin' know." Cook sarcastically speaks, rolling his eyes. "It doesn't matter to him, Vic. The way that kid talks my god damn ear off about you. Trust me when I say, I don't see it."

"Wow, real nice, dickhole." Victoria glares, shoving his chest as she walks to the sink. "If this entire agreement is such a bother with me, go find someone else to do it. Hell, I don't even know why you wanted to do this with me in the first place — I was perfectly fine on my own."

"Oh, really?" Cook scoffs. "Because, from what I can remember, you were pouring your little heart out to me a few weeks ago on how much you hated your fucking life. When you have all of this. I don't even got a mum, but you're over here, whining about how hard Victoria fucking Graham's life is."

Victoria laughed in shock. "That wasn't even what I fucking said, Cook! I told you about a boy — a boy you were supposably trying to help me get over but my fucking god, you've done a horrible job. Honestly, the only reason I ever agreed to this was for Effy because unlike you, I'm a decent fucking friend! While you're just trying to get in your best friend's girlfriends pants! Jesus Christ, Cook. You want to complain about how I cry about my life? Listen to how you fucking talk!" Victoria's voice booms throughout the empty estate.

"She was mine first!"

"Was she? Or are you just trying to convince yourself that." Victoria stared with a heavy beating heart in the corner of the kitchen, watching from afar at Cook — who hadn't moved an inch. His jaw was clenched, as well as his hands. His face was beat bright red from the amount of anger and frustration piling up in him. A woman- no, a person, had never made him feel so incredibly vexed from a single fight in his entire life.

Cook took a step forward, Victoria took a step back. This little game continued to be played until Victoria's back met the crook of the kitchen counter and Cook's heavy footsteps sped up. Suddenly, Victoria and Cook's breathing was in sync — the boy towering over her with a furious look plastered onto his face. Victoria kept a stoic structure — refusing to break. An intense game of eye-contact summoned within them, their heating bodies fuming with flames.

The sudden touch of Cook's forehead hit her own, her breathing coming to a halt. Cook's eyes fluttered shut, surrendering to the little game they were playing that meant the world to some. Victoria's green eyes couldn't help but completely forge for some type of imperfection about Cook, but oddly enough, she found none. Her eyes became heavy, falling in seconds. All that was spoken between the two were their own thoughts, and heavy breaths.

"I-" Cook quietly spoke; almost as if a secret was about to be untold. "I'm sorry, Victoria."

"For?"

"For acting that way I did." Cook admitted truthfully. "You're right, I shouldn't have done that." In the matter of weeks Cook had gotten to know Victoria, she has somehow made him able to completely fold and crumble at the mere thought or command of her — how?

"Good." She whispers, batting her now open eyes up to his blue dark irises. "Now, I'm going back to bed." She giggles into the collar of his zip up.

"What am I supposed to do?" He watches as she swings her hips away, gently patting her feet against the hardwood floors towards the stairs.

"I don't know, I don't care. Sleep on the couch for all I care. Just," Her blonde hair hung over her shoulders as she peered over the bannister to Cook. "Make sure you lock up before you leave." She smiles, before making her way into her bedroom. Cook couldn't help but look around the formal home, taking in its rich and ridges — enthralled by it all.

His eyes trailed all around the entryway, before falling onto a small dark painted picture frame of Victoria from when she was in year nine. She wore a goofy smile with goofy clothes, but the grin was contagious.

Uncontrollably, Cook's lips cranked up, glancing upwards once again from where Victoria had been just seconds ago, before glancing back down to the photo frame. Carefully, Cook placed back down the fragile item. He then found himself in the large living room, after cautiously checking all of the doors for security. His body immediately fell onto the plush couch, Cook humming with please. With it only being a couch, the comfort he had felt was something he hadn't experienced ever before in his own bed.

Whether he'd get along with Victoria or not, he now assured himself he'd never be losing this couch.

authors note

omg i feel like i'm going so fast with this book and i have such a habit with that i feel so bad😭 i'm sorry if this sucks!!! i'm trying my best LMAO