Freddie's POV -Skins (season 3)

I really never understood what love was. Was it that feeling of fucking someone for the first time? Was it making something with someone; an out of body connection? I'm still not sure, but seeing her in that car. Watching from the stands, even after hearing about her hook up with Cook, I thought that somewhere, there was love. The way she looked at me with her back against the cold concrete wall those long months ago; avoiding Cook's gaze to just look at me; that sly apathetic smile. Most of the time she would grin with a ring of smoke billowing from her lips. I desperately wanted to taste them; never mind, I wanted to taste her. All of her. Just glancing at her made my mouth go dry. The first day I saw her, my breath was taken away. Her long brown hair dropping midway down her back; long legs clad in sheer tights, her ass hanging out her nickers with every step. The makeup around her eyes smokey and seductive; framing her "peachy" face, as Cook described. She stood there and trailed a finger down his face, licking the ketchup stains, whispering aloud "Sweet," and disappearing like one of Jay Jay's magic tricks. I saw her again, though, at the college, when you looked past Cook's cock. She was there, smiling. Then she showed me that list; her plans for the year. And Cook, being the drunk bitch he is, checked off everything and fucked her. I still can't believe she fucked that asshole. She got to "know" that good for nothing bastard. Know his touch, know his taste. She only knew my name. She knew my face. She didn't know my feel or the inside of my mind. She was there all the time though, whether she wanted to be or not. Sometimes when we got high or drunk together I'd catch her just staring at me. A hazy expression crossing her face; parted lips, open eyes. Christ was she beautiful. She was this beautiful fucking thing that wasn't mine, and that bothered me.