Skins FanFic
Chapter 5: Maxxie Makes a Mess (Maxxie’s POV)
By the time I got to Cook’s house, I had composed myself. I rang the buzzer and waited for Cook to open the door. I thought of what I was going to tell Zye when I saw her… She answered the door wearing one of Cook’s t-shirts, her hair that had taken me a year and a half to straighten was tightly coiled, frizzy curls again.
“Hello, my dearest cousin!” She said grabbing me in a hug.
“Why so cheerful?” I asked stepping inside.
“Here, let’s sit and I’ll tell you all about it. Cook’s in the shower so he won’t hear anything.”
She went on to relay all of last night’s event to me: her finally dabbling in drugs, Cook risking hypothermia to save her, saving her from death by truck and finally their mad make-out session.
“Sounds like you had a good night.”
It was amazing! I feel like I never really lived until last night,” She said beaming. I had never seen her so free. “How was yours?”
I took a deep breath and prepared to recount the tale I had conjured in my mind. I knew it was horrible, but it had to be done…
“Well, you know when you were inside dancing with Jack and Cook?”
“Before you left with Finn? Yeah? What about it?”
I almost felt bad for what I was about to do. She hadn’t even mentioned Freddie. For all I knew, she didn’t share his feelings. Still, I couldn’t risk it. No one showed me up when it came to guys, not even family.
“Well, for starters, I wasn’t entirely honest with you yesterday. I knew Freddie before last night. Our dads worked together for a while and so he’s been my saving grace at a few company functions. Last night, Freddie and I went outside to share a splif. And we had just finished it when I guess he decided that he wanted more than splif…”
“What do you mean Maxxie?” Her face full of concern. She reached out and placed a gentle hand on my knee. I almost reconsidered what I was planning next.
I took off my sweater and scarf to reveal the cacophony of hickies. I began to force fake tears to form in my eyes.
She gasped and her eyes grew wide. I let my gaze fall to the floor to avoid giving anything away.
“Did he…?” Her eyes grew wide.
“No, he didn’t rape me. He just touched me and stuff…”
“Maxxie! We need to call the police!” She said reaching for Cook’s cellphone.
“No!” I said grabbing her hand. “I spoke to him this morning. I told him that I wouldn’t press charges as long as he left you alone.”
“Me? Why me?”
“After he was done with me… he said he was going to go after you... I had to warn you…”
Zye’s face flushed completely.
“Did…did he try something with you last night Zye?” Man, I should have gone to a performing arts school.
“We…we danced… and we almost kissed… he was a little handsy but… I never thought…” My cousin gasped, throwing her arms around my neck and holding me tight.
“I’m so sorry that this happened to you Maxxie!”
“I just wanted to make sure that you knew what he was really like before anything happened between the two of you…”
Zye shuddered.
“What are you two goin’ on about out here?” I heard Cook from behind me. I turned to see him, still dripping wet, wearing nothing but a white towel around his waist. My cousin had done well for herself… maybe I’d have some fun of my own with Cook when she inevitably grew tired of him…
“Nothing Cook, just girl stuff.” She said forcing a smile. She made her way over to Cook, took his face in her hands and kissed him. Cook smiled, slunk his arms around her waist and kissed her back. I wondered to myself if Zye would ever realize how attractive she actually was… Part of me hoped not, she’d definitely give me a run for my money. She didn’t have to try nearly as hard as I did for attention. She was just effortlessly desirable.
“Hi, Cook,” I called from the couch.
“Hello, Maxxie,” Cook turned back to Zye. “Hey Princess, do you mind grabbin’ my pants from my bed?”
Zye smiled and went off in search of his pants. Cook walked over to the couch, leaned over and spoke just inches from my face.
“I heard what you told her about Freddie. I don’t know what shit you’re tryin’ to start or why, but I suggest you drop it, yeah? Fredds is a good guy, I won’t have you spreadin’ lies about him. Do you understand?”
“Maybe you wouldn’t be so sure if you knew what he wanted to do to your new girlfriend…” I retorted, raising an eyebrow.
Cook snorted. “Maybe you wouldn’t be so confident if I told Finn what really happened last night.”
“Or I could just tell Zye that you’re in on Freddie’s plan and that you’re trying to help him get closer to her.”
Cook furrowed his brow.
“Found your pants, Cook!”
Cook and I both turned to see Zye standing a few feet behind us.
“Thanks, Princess,” Cook said going over, taking them from her and planting a kiss on her head.
“Is everything okay you guys?”
“Yeah,” I answered. “Perfect.”