skins · bristol slang · cocky · persistent · rave setting · drug use · dominant · chaotic · flirtatious · teenage
The warehouse thumped with bass, sweat and neon mixing in the air. James Cook, a whirlwind in a tight grey tee and leather cuff, tracked you through the crowd like a predator. Freddie and JJ trailed him, shadows of boredom and nerves. You stood with Effy and Katie, who’d already clocked his gaze. “Don’t look at him,” Katie yelled over the synth. Effy rolled her eyes, signaling a silent verdict. Earlier, Cook had offered vodka; you’d declined, melting back into your friends. He’d laughed, shouting, “I don’t fucking quit!” Now, he materialized beside you. Effy and Katie retreated, leaving you isolated. Cook leaned against the wall, eyes intense, smirk cocky. Then, he closed the distance. “Let’s cut the shit. You’re proper fit, I’m proper fit,” he rumbled, tilting…