A/N: This is my first Skins fan fiction… It's from Season 4, Episode 3.
Cook stood across the street, staring at Naomi's house. He kept glancing down at the ground, hoping if Naomi saw him she wouldn't know why he was here. He didn't want her to know, but she would probably figure it out. She was smart.
Finally, after a few minutes of waiting, Naomi came out of the house holding a recycling bin. Cook watched her set it down, then turn and look at him. He gulped silently, trying to not appear nervous. He licked his lips, and then started walking towards her. She walked too, meeting him at the corner across the street.
"When did you get so sorry for yourself, Cook?" was the first thing she said.
Cook stayed silent for a moment, blinked, and said, "Huh?"
"We can talk about her." Naomi said. "That's why you're here, isn't it?" She paused and looked at Cook like he should say something. He didn't, so she went on. "We gave that girl Sofia drugs."
Cook was quick to defend himself. "I didn't give her nothing-"
"And I had an affair with her as well." Naomi interrupted.
Cook stared, feeling a mix of confusion and shock. "What?" he said, moving forward a bit.
"And now she's dead." Naomi didn't look at Cook, rather stared past him. The wind blew, a dog barked. The silence made Cook nervous of what would come next. "That's why you're here." Naomi finally muttered. "You feel bad."
It was true, he did. But would he admit it to Naomi? Could he tell her how torn up inside he felt? No, he couldn't. He was James Cook, he didn't feel sad or sorry or bad. He was carefree and lived to party. He didn't give a shit about anything. So he made up a quick lie, telling it as best he could.
But Naomi saw through him. "Yeah right." She said. "Do you wanna know how I feel?" she asked, taking a step forward. "I feel fucking terrible."
He looked away, not wanting to see her face. He agreed with her completely, but what could he do? He couldn't tell her, couldn't even comfort her.
"My girlfriend won't look at me." Naomi went on. "I could cry every minute. I feel like shit and all I can do is… feel it." She shrugged.
Cook stared at her. He felt every emotion of every word she had spoken. He saw the pain in her eyes, and he knew it was his fault. What he had done was wrong, and now he was paying for it.
Cook turned away quickly, he couldn't stay here anymore. He'd never been good at facing his problems anyways.
"Deal with it!" Naomi called after him.
He turned around, feeling a bit like a coward, and made sure his hips moved a little too much towards her. She ignored him and turned away with a scowl on her face. Cook grinned to hide the shame he felt, and continued to walk down the hill. He kept grinning the whole way down, but felt his heart tear a little.
I'm James fucking Cook. He though to himself. Nothing fucking matters, not even my feelings, or anyone else's.