SKINS – GEN 4 – SERIES 8 – 8.02: DEAN
Hello friends and welcome to a new episode of Skins! It has been a while since we've had a new episode and after all the colossal chaos of the last episode, it's time to pull it down to a more personal level and I think that is just what Episode 2 is going to do. So I hope you all enjoy, 8.02: Dean!
The jagged iron fist connected straight with the heavy red bag making it convulse as it flew backwards into the air. The air rippled past Dean's arm, swiftly smacking him in the face.
Dean stood poised against a heavy red punching bag. Shirt off, bare fists and he was swinging away. His face was blood red as sweat gushed off his face and down onto his chest.
He threw his left hand down and swung his right hand across colliding it with the red sack once again. The red bag stood solid, angry and firm, it wasn't going to easily accept the punches, so Dean had to ensure that it would.
He delivered 4 swift straight punches before smoothly blowing an upper cut and then wrapping his left arm round the bag delivered his right fist directly to the center of the bag, making it crumple against his weight.
Dean dropped to one knee, placing his hands against the floor as he panted. He got to his feet and kicked directly up at the bag before leaving the training room.
He walked into the kitchen sliding on his singlet. He looked on top of the fridge at the cereal range and shook his head. He opened the fridge, and was still unsatisfied. Then he opened the pantry and closed it once again with a sigh.
"Do you want me to make you something?" came a voice from behind Dean.
Dean turned around to see his Mum standing there in her dressing gown.
Dean shook his head, "Nah, not hungry." He said.
"You sure?" she said walking to the cupboards, "I could whip up some eggs, maybe an omelet."
Dean raised an eyebrow, "Why are you so determined to make me breakfast? You don't do this. In fact why are you even up this early?"
Simone shrugged with a smile, "You gotta find a way to start the day. Did you sleep well?"
"Yes, did you?" asked Dean.
"Yeah, I did." Said Simone getting things out of the pantry.
"Then why have you got bags under your eyes?" asked Dean.
Simone paused for a moment before turning around, "Oh, you know, late nights, I guess."
"Were you and Dad fighting again?" asked Dean.
Simone paused, "Dean, honestly, where do you get these presumptions? I mean it's a few baggy eyes and you relate it to fight-"
"Did he fight with you?"
Simone stood silently still, her face dropped but Dean had noticed that her eyes weren't fixed on him anymore. Dean looked behind him to see his Dad standing in the living room.
Phil had always had an ugly, screwed up face, it always looked as if a skunk had gone off in his face, and from the living room he firmly scowled over the two of them. "Dean," he said nodding, as he walked past him into the kitchen. "Simone," he said firmly, "I need my clothes ironed for today, could you go and do them for me?" he asked.
"Oh," said Simone snapping back into reality, "I was just going to-"
"Go and iron the clothes Simone," Said Phil firmly staring at her. Simone quickly nodded and hurried up stairs leaving just Dean and Phil.
Dean turned around to face his Dad, "You didn't have to-"
"Weren't you ever taught not to stick your nose where it don't belong?" Said Phil deeply as his mustache tremored back and forth.
Dean frowned, "I dunno Dad, did you ever teach me?"
"Oh pardon me Dean, appears I forgot, let me teach you now." Phil brought the back of his hand directly across Dean's face in a quick movement. "Understand now?"
Dean held his face bristling with anger and struggling to not show it. "What if it concerns me?"
"If I tell ya it concerns you, then it concerns you, if I don't, then it don't. Get it?"
shouted Phil now bright red.
"Yes," said Dean quietly.
"Right," said Phil, "Good, now go to college."
"But college isn't for a…"
"Did I stutter, when I said 'go to college'?" asked Phil.
"No." said Dean.
"Then go to college!" he screamed at Dean.
Dean grabbed his bag and went outside the house and slammed the door. Dean stamped his foot on the pathway before heading off to college.
Dean sat on the train uncomfortably. No matter how much he shuffled, he just couldn't get comfortable. He made disgruntled sounds as he moved around and continually through his head forward as he screwed up his face.
The train slid to a halt as he was moving right and he slid and hit his elbow on the barrier.
"Ah shit!" he exclaimed under his breath, muttering to himself as he grabbed his elbow.
He looked up to see an old lady sitting opposite him, shivering in fear and clutching her handbag tightly.
"What?" he said angrily, "What's wrong, I was just repositioning myself."
"H-hardly seemed like that to me." She stuttered out nervously.
Dean rolled his eyes, "I just hit my elbow and it hurt, that's all."
"I don't mean that," she said, "I mean the fact that you screamed and punched the pole. I was terrified."
Dean frowned as he looked up at her, "What are you talking about? I didn't punch the pole."
The old lady nodded rapidly, "You most certainly did."
Dean stared at her for a minute about to speak again, but then shook his head. "Whatever," he said. He got to his feet and went to get off the train. As he was exiting the carriage, he got pulled back, but no one was pulling him…
He noticed his hand still gripped to the door of the train, but it was more than a grip, it was a clench, he was crushing the door with his hand.
There was a whistle and one of the conductors came to Dean, "Hey! Quite pissing around kid, either get off or stay on, we need to move."
Dean shook his head, "Sorry," he said. He released his hand and stepped off the train. But as the doors shut he noticed a silver outline where his hand had been.
Dean frowned and looked back at his hand, which was furiously red. What the hell was going on?
Dean slammed his palms against his forehead and ran it down his face. He covered his face as he began to walk, this was just weird… he didn't need this; he certainly didn't need this today. 'Just get out' he said to himself 'Just ignore it and go.' And he did.
Dean sat in English, one of the first ones in. He didn't want to talk to anyone, he just wanted to sit there and then get out of the lesson, the sooner he could get away from people the better, or maybe it was the opposite, maybe he needed someone to talk to, who would bring him back to ground level, bring Dean back out. But who was Dean?
The Dean that wasn't silent and writhing with anger was the Dean who was obnoxious, arrogant, narcissistic, and a class A dick. Is that who he wished he were instead?
Paulie slammed his books down next to Dean making him shudder. "You are never going to believe it, absolutely fantastic thing happened last night." He said.
"So it was Team Fortress Tuesday, so I was upstairs locked away in my little den…" Dean began to roll his eyes.
"I had my pizza and what not so I was fine just playing all night, till about 10:30, usually when Dad starts heading off to bed and the doorbell rings. It wasn't anything to do with me, but I went to look out the bathroom window just to see who it was."
Paulie bit his lip bouncing anxiously, "It was a girl, like a proper girl, like a twenty something with melon-sized knockers and bleach blonde hair, ok maybe that's not a proper girl, but anyway… it was a girl who said she was from down the road and said she had fallen over and hurt herself and she needed help. Weird, right? Anyway, Dad lets her in and gets out the first aid kit and begins to prep it up and he's lifting her shirt up looking for the injury and she's all like 'Lower… Lower… Lower.' And then next thing you know she's pounced on top of Dad, tryna rip his shirt off and shove her tits in his face and he properly freaks out like throwing her off and saying 'What the devil?' and all and he yells at me and calls me down telling the story, thinking I'm responsible, cause he thinks I ordered her…" Paulie was about to burst at this point, "You got it yet? She was a prostitute! HAHAHA! Like a proper prostitute who was paid to come and make it seem real, turns out someone from a different street ordered her and she got the addresses mixed up and she went for Dad, you should've seen the look on his face, fantastic!"
Dean sat still as ever, unmoved by the story, "So did you finally pop your cherry then?" he asked.
Paulie scoffed, "No! You totally missed the point of that story; some random hooker jumped Dad. I didn't call her because I wanted my first bone, bloody hell."
Dean screwed his eyes up, "Look, Paulie, can you please just, shut the fuck up."
Paulie sat there for a minute looking at Dean, "Right thanks then dick." He said.
"I'm sorry," said Dean sighing. He turned to Paulie; "I'm just, not in the mood today. I just… Well I wanna do work without talking, is that alright?"
Paulie shook his head, "You never wanna do work."
Dean shrugged turning back to the front, "Well it's final year, maybe I should start."
Paulie shook his head once more, "No," he repositioned himself, "I didn't make myself clear. You never want to do work, regardless."
Dean frowned at Paulie, "Yeah well don't you wish I sometimes did?"
Paulie pulled back and stopped talking; he faced the front but still had a concerned face, keeping his right eye locked on Dean.
Dean started to write down what was on the board. But he barely had written the first sentence when his temple flared up. He let out a cry of pain and struck his hand straight up they're smacking the forehead straight on, but nothing… He went back to writing.
His head continued to thump as his mind whispered to him, what happened on the train? What's wrong with you? What happened last night with Mum and Dad? Why is everything so damn hard?
"Didn't expect more." Said a voice behind him. Dean shook his head and looked over his shoulder at Ms. Rogers standing behind him looking at his book.
"What?" said Dean.
"Exactly." Said Ms. Rogers, "Oh I'm not angry; it's your life you're messing up; not mine."
Dean turned back to his book and looked at the three lines he had written. Then scoffed, "Cut me some slack, it's only the start of the lesson."
"Start of the lesson?" said Ms. Rogers, "We've got about 4 minutes left."
Dean frowned and looked at the clock to see she wasn't lying, the bell was going to go in just over 4 minutes. Dean threw his hands up, "Oh come on," he said, "I looked literally like 3 minutes ago and we were barely a quarter of the way through."
"I thought you'd be happy we'd be finished." Said Ms. Rogers shrugging, "Eh, like it matters."
The bell rang and Dean was still sitting his seat, thinking about the fact that he had completely missed a whole period.
"Come on!" said Paulie, motioning towards the door.
Dean grabbed his stuff and head out into the corridor.
"Were you alright in there, mate?" asked Paulie.
Dean didn't look at him just down the corridor, "Yeah, course, why do you ask?"
Paulie shrugged, "Maybe it's the fact you spent half the lesson having mini convulses, I half thought you were having a seizure, or keeping down some new drug."
"I was not having convulses you twat," said Dean, "and I'm sober right now, not something I'm awfully happy about."
"Yeah, sure." Said Paulie. He started twitching his right hand. Dean looked over as Paulie started to smack himself on the cheek. He let out a disgruntled groan as he grabbed his hair and pulled on it, pulling his head down and letting out a chortle.
Dean smacked him in the stomach, "Will you stop? It was not that bad."
Paulie smirked, "Yeah it was."
Dean sighed, "Look, I'm just, I'm going through some things, I'm being driven around the fucking loony bin by everything. It's giving me… It's giving… Fuck, What's the word?" Exclaimed Dean.
"Anxiety?" suggested Paulie.
Dean stared down the hallway and froze, he saw her, in a new fedora. Denim jacket and black latex pants, firmly cupped around her bum. She held her body in a certain way, which presented itself as an object that couldn't be reached. The guy she was chatting to at the locker was almost drooling.
Gemma looked either way and pushed him against the locker, placing her lips on his and half eating his nose in the process. Her hands immediately slid down the back of his jeans and clawed at his bum. But almost the second she started it, she pulled her hands out and smacked him across the face, before walking away like nothing had happened.
The guy stood dumbfounded at the whole scenario, but incredibly aroused. Just as Gemma had planned.
Dean let out a sigh of pain, "I've got the word," he said, "whiplash."
Paulie frowned staring at Dean, "I really don't think that's the word you're looking for."
"No I think it definitely is." Said Dean, "It's incredibly painful, out of nowhere and strikes you in your weakest place without even trying."
"Right," said Paulie, "Well when you're done rubbing your neck, or whatever other part of your body you want to rub, come meet us on the green, yeah?"
"Sure." Said Dean.
As Paulie walked off, Dean pivoted and started smacking his head against the locker, "Don't do this to yourself," he muttered under his breath, "Don't do this!"
He took a deep breath and looked at his reflection in the locker, flustered with both arousal and attraction.
"Just cut it out," said Dean, "Go back to normal, when you walk away now, you go back to Dean, being a fucktard is better than being this. You are not gonna be insane today."
Dean looked to his right to see a short girl in a sweater with an eyebrow raised at him.
Dean frowned, "Oh get off it will you?" he spat, "You may think I'm nuts, but chances are I've probably fucked you."
She shook her head, "I'm gay," she said as she walked away.
Dean turned around and walked the other direction, "Of course you are, why is every girl in this school fucking gay?"
A Pain in Dean's stomach burst forward, he moved his right hand to grab the wall as the anxiety in his stomach tried to melt it's way out of his stomach.
"Of course," said Dean, "No wonder they are. How could they resist. I suppose you make everyone in this place feel like this, don't you Gem."
Not off to a great start for Dean :( But that doesn't make it all downhill for him. You're gonna find out what's going on very soon, I have a feeling you guys will quite like this one :) I hope you keep reading. Chapter 2 up soon!