Skins: The Worst Guys

Episode 1: Justice

A fanfiction based on the T.V show "Skins". This is one of my favourite shows, and I thought I would like to recreate it with my own group of friends :)

Disclaimer: I don't own skins

Hope you enjoy!

"Mike, i want you to know that this is a terrible idea!"

"Shut up Robert, you don't know what you're talking about."

I suddenly snapped back into consciousness as the bickering between my two friends rang in my ears.

Typical.

That was the one word to describe the usual antics that go on in the LX computer lab at Humber College. Behind me, I heard a group of girls not-so-quietly complaining about us.

"They're always here.. Seriously, why don't they find somewhere else to be loud and obnoxious?" I heard one of the girls whisper. I sighed as i dug my head back into my arms.

"Seriously Robert, for once, i wish you would just support one of my ideas!" My friend Michael shouted, with an irritated voice. I shook my head. Michael Harriott, or Mike, was my friend from high school. Complicated is probably the best way to describe him. We first met in high school, grade 11 wood shop class. If you asked me 4 years ago if I would ever be friends with a guy like him, i probably would have said no.

Beside him, another one of my high school friends, Robert, sat across from him, rubbing his hands together in a diabolical way. Robert Scotland and I first met in grade 9, from a friend who said we looked alike. I thought she was either blind or a racist, because we don't look anything alike, and many other people can support me with that statement.

Robert lived by his motto "don't love these hoes", which speaks for itself I guess. I figured that's what they were arguing about, and chances are I was right.

"Finally awake huh?" A voice beside me said. I glanced sideways to see Derek Flores, feet resting on the table, hands behind his head, grinning at me. I rubbed my eyes and sighed again.

Derek was the ladies man of our little group. Fights, Girls and fun pretty much sums up what his high school experience was like. He's a bit of an intimidating guy, but he has this friendly aura about him, which kind of draws people to him.

"How long have they been at it?" I asked wearily. I was actually surprised I got any sleep with the amount of noise those two were making. Derek chuckled, and Mike spoke up before he could answer.

"Okay Justice, now that you're awake, you have to tell me if you agree with this plan." Mike spoke, clearly excited. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm tired of getting involved with teeny-boppers. We're all almost 20 years old, and I don't think we should have to be afraid of who to talk to anymore."

My mind raced to make sense of what Mike was talking about, still half asleep from my earlier nap. "Okay… And?" I asked slowly and suspiciously. It was a regular thing for me to get worried every time Mike had a plan that involved women.

"I ran into Lia this morning, and she invited me to this party tonight." Mike explained. " . ." He banged the table with every word he said. I could feel the girls behind us glaring at us again.

"And i'm telling him this is a terrible idea!" Robert cut in. "This is Lia we're talking about! Lia Thompson!" I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up at the mention of that name.

Lia Thompson was the princess of our old high school. You know, the kind and friendly one who everybody likes, and the guys completely drool over. What most people didn't know was that beneath that princess shell was darkness. There are many rumours about what happens to guys who date her. I think I heard that she once made a man kill himself. Poor guy, I thought for a second, before I quickly paid back attention to the conversation at hand.

Mike grinned. "It'll be okay this time though. Were definitely gonna make this a good time." As he said this, he dug into his pocket and pull out a small ziplock bag with what looked like white pills. My eyes widened.

Our group of friends stared at the bag for what seemed like forever until Derek decided to break the awkward silence. "Is that what i think it is?" He said, as his lips curved into a smile. Mike had a proud look on his face and nodded his head slowly.

Now, i wasn't big on drugs. In fact, I was against them. But who wants to be the buzz kill for what could be an awesome idea? It took awhile for the fact that Mike had a bag of MDMA out in the open to dawn on me. I quickly waved my hands at Mike, signalling him to get rid of the bag, as I eyed the LX lab employee. Mike got the message and shoved the bag back into his pocket.

Robert had a bewildered look on his face. "Mike, how did you manage to get that?" He said, his eyes wide. Mike grinned even wider.

"Don't worry, all that matters is if you're in or out. Are you gonna come have fun tonight, or are you gonna call up Abby?" Mike said eyeing Robert. Those words seemed to be like a dagger in Robert's chest, as he quickly got up, and headed towards the exit. He stopped for a moment, and looked back at us.

"Call me when you Negroes are leaving." Robert said, as he walked out the door. Mike, looked towards me next. I knew that look. That was the signature "its gonna be a gooooood night" look.

"So where exactly is this party? And how are we getting there?" I asked Mike. The one thing my group of friends is known for is our bad planning.

"Who else? Floppy Jay!" Mike said, as he whipped out his cell phone. "Floppy Jay", or Jason Diaz, was the guitarist of my band "Triumph over Diversity". I played bass, while my brother, Jett, played drums. The other guitarist, David Principe, was away for school in Italy, so i guess our band was on a little hiatus.

I laughed. "You really wanna rely on Jason?" As I said this, Mike shook his finger.

"Nuh -uh, none of that. Lexie is gonna be there, so that automatically means that Jay is gonna show up." Mike said, continuing to text.

Lexie, or Alexis Johnson, was Jason's hard core crush, who i heard him talk about on many different occasions. I've never met her before, but according to Jason, she was a Gothic girl, who apparently is his "perfect girl".

"Well then, looks like we're getting turnt tonight!" I said, rather loudly, letting my excitement get the best of me. This time, one of the girls behind us walked up to our table.

Great, I thought. Here comes the "be quiet, i'm trying to study" speech. To my surprise, the girl seemed a bit nervous, and started fidgeting.

"I heard you guys talking about Lia's party, and i was wondering…" My eyes widened as my brain tried to make sense of what was happening. The girl was actually rather attractive. She was blonde, a thin figure, and had icy blue eyes that distracted me from what she was saying. As i noticed that I was staring, i caught the end of what she was saying.

"...Ride there." I heard her say. Mike leaned back in his chair, and I noticed he was scanning the girl too. I prayed that he heard what the girl said.

"Sure, but how do we know where to pick you up?" Mike asked, cutting me a sharp look. Another one of Mike's looks. This time, it was the "I call dibs on this girl look". The girl smiled.

"Um, do you have a piece of paper?" She turned towards me. I realized I had my binder out in front of me, and quickly scrambled for a piece of paper. I quickly tore a piece out and handed it to her. She bent over to write on the table, and I saw Mike's eyes work their way around her. I shot him a look, as he merely gave a mischievous smile.

The girl finished writing, and handed the piece of paper to Mike. Something inside me twitched. I usually wasn't one to be jealous, but this girl struck a nerve in me.

"Yeah, we'll give you a call when we're coming." Mike smiled at the girl, as she smiled back, and quickly went to rejoin her group of friends. I saw them go close to her to ask her questions, as she giggled and glanced towards our table again.

Mike chuckled as he started to fold the piece of paper.

"Hey!" I whispered loudly to Mike. "Don't just put it away, show me too!" I was anxious to see what was written on the table, or rather, what her name was. Mike shook his head.

"Nuh -uh, she looked at me the entire time. I'll hang on to this." Mike said smugly, as he shoved the paper into his pocket. "You know we definitely have to reach now, right?"

He looked towards Derek and I. Derek shrugged his shoulder, and I pulled out my phone.

"Let me text Jett," I said, as i felt a smile stretch across my face.

Mike looked back at the group of girls, and rubbed his hands together.

"Noice one!" He said in a British accent, as Derek and I gave each other a look. This was gonna be a wild night.

-SM7799