SKINS – GEN 4 – SERIES 7 – 7.01: GEMMA
Hey all! So I came up with an idea for my own generation of Skins a while back and made up the characters, the storyline and eventually some graphics. Now I have decided to write up the fanfiction. So here it is! Series 7, Episode 1: Gemma.
Disclaimer: I do not own Skins or have anything to do with it, but I do own these characters/stories, there are various elements including the opening scenes that pay homage to the other generations . These events take place in 2013.
The alarm ticked over to 7:00 am and blared throughout Gemma Rockett's room. Her eyes shot open like a headlight, as she slammed the alarm clocks off button. She threw off her bedcovers and raced over to the calendar hanging loosely off her mirror. There, circled numerous times in red pen, was the date "The 3rd of September", underneath which had written, "COLLEGE STARTS TODAY!" and before it both the 1st and the 2nd were crossed off. Gemma smiled, the day had finally come.
Everything she did this morning felt like a mad rush, she was beyond excited; this moment had been calling her, her entire life. She was very delicate about getting ready, as she wanted to appear perfect for the opening day, she had already picked out her outfit the night before, Black jeans, a Grey singlet with short cut sleeves hanging off, a Striped Fedora and Sunburst Sunglasses. No, she had changed her mind; she didn't want to be perfect today. She wanted to be dominant. She wanted to own the college. She wanted everybody to recognize that she owned the college and to show it. She was going to run that place whatever it took.
So perfect was now an understatement, her hair had to be straight and shining, her clothes had to fit perfectly, her make-up had to not look slutty but desirable. Slut was not a good look, sex goddess was.
She went downstairs to have breakfast before leaving, but noticed the time on the clock. 7:37, she had hours, hours which could be used well to undermine those much lower than her in the value of their existence, specifically her scumbag father.
Her father, Alan Rockett was the head of Faxville, the largest… you guessed it… Faxing industry in Britain, yet he still acted like he was king of the universe, even at home, and he thought no more of Gemma, then a teenage junkie, who would never amount to anything in life. But Gemma knew she had about five and a half times the intelligence of her father, and her mother knew that as well, she simply never said.
She crept upstairs and entered her parents' bedroom. Perfect timing; her mum was in the laundry and her dad was in the shower. She slowly opened their wardrobe with a faint creak and got out her dad's nice, pristine suit; freshly ironed. Then she paused and had a better idea. Not the entire suit, just the blazer and the tie.
She laid it out upon the kitchen bench and got out a fresh jar of peanut butter. She quickly smeared, thick layers of the strong goop across the selected attire, a much better look, she thought, and a pleasing aroma for his employees. She quickly folded it up and placed it in a plastic bag, inside the fridge.
She then proceeded to make herself some oatmeal and sat down at the bench, gulping down warm mouthfuls.
She watched the minutes tick by waiting for her dad's reaction.
"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" And there it was.
Alan came storming down the stairs and into the kitchen where her mum was cooking some eggs and she was eating her last mouthfuls of porridge.
"Kristine! Where the fuck is my suit?" he yelled, slamming cupboard doors around.
"I ironed it this morning sweetheart and then hung it up in your closet," she said calmly.
"Well it's not there!" he yelled, "I bet you have something to do with this, don't you!" as his eyes reached up to Gemma.
She held back a smile with great force and spoke calmly, "Why would I know where your suit is?"
"Because you have misplaced it, to piss me off!"
Kristine opened the fridge, "You silly duffer! It's right here in the fridge, why have you put it there?" she said, glazing Alan with an odd look.
He picked out the package silently and stared at it hard, before glaring up at Gemma, "What the hell do you think you are playing at?"
"Alan! Don't accuse Gemma!"
"Don't worry Mum, he is just being a bit silly, I mean honestly, who leaves a suit in the fridge? You really need to be more careful Alan"
"When are you going to start calling me Dad?"
"Maybe when you start acting like one."
"I don't have time for your shit this morning Gemma."
"Alan!" yelled Kristine.
"Or yours! I'm off to work, I'm late as it is! Behave today!" he walked out the door with his suit still in the bag, only wearing his shirt and pants, he would have to put it on at work… just as Gemma planned, she smiled cheekily to herself.
"Gemma… Please try and get on well with your father"
"He's an arrogant Twat!"
"Of course he is, he's your father. As you know we are going away tonight so we won't be here when you get home and I really wish we were so I could ask you how your first day at college went, but it will have to wait until Friday night, please try and behave at college."
"Alright Mum, I will, I love you."
"I love you too" She gave her kiss on the forehead, "Now go, and wake all your friends up."
Gemma Sighed "Tell me about it."
She stood outside in the cold morning street in Bristol, the sun freshly glazing the road. The wind felt different today, it was a wind of change, a wind of new beginnings.
Mrs. Angelo stood across the road, pruning her poppies, "Good Morning Gemma!" She barked cheerfully.
Gemma let out a faint smile "Good morning Mrs. Angelo."
"Have a good first day at college dear! Tell me all about it when you get home!"
"Will do Mrs. Angelo." And without further delay, Gemma head off down the street with a fast pace, not cause she was in a hurry, but cause she was determined and it somewhat pushed her step.
She whipped out her phone and dialed her best friend Samantha, she held the phone up to her hear as it started buzzing.
Across town the phone on the bedside table of Samantha O'Keefe began buzzing loudly, without sitting up out of bed, or taking the covers off her head, she flipped the phone open for a split-second to say wearily "Fuck Off!" before pitching it across the bedroom against the wall.
Gemma stood mouth wide open, "Sam you, absolute lazy bitch!" she yelled. But she knew that she wouldn't wake her up, Samantha was infatuated with sleep.
She dialed again, only this time she dialed Kelly Dawson, who stood at her bedroom mirror applying makeup, "Morning Gem" she, said while picking up her phone.
"I need some help," said Gemma "I can't wake up Sam."
"Well what did you expect? If that girl had to choose between sleep and her boyfriend, then it would be an emotional first day of college for Dean"
"I'm her best friend!"
"Dean is her boyfriend…"
"Whatever! Sisters before misters!"
"It's bro's before hoes, it's a guy thing, it doesn't work with girls."
"Piss off! Hey! Party tonight at my place, you in?"
"What? Gemma it's the first day of college!"
"Yeah and what better way to celebrate then to get absolutely smashed! My parents are out for the whole week; I will never have this opportunity again in my life! Or at least or another couple of months!"
"Whatever, how are you going to get up Sam?"
"I've got a back-up plan, in the meantime, I'm calling Dean."
"Good luck, see ya"
"Luck is fiction"
"Oh shut up." Kelly placed the phone shut upon the table and continued with her make-up, popping her lips in the mirrors reflection.
Gemma walked across a dirty wooden bridge over a park river, as she called Dean Winton.
Dean Winton lay across the bench press in his training room as his phone began to buzz.
He placed down his weights and snapped up his phone, "Yallo?"
"Hey Pecks."
"Stop calling me pecks" he said frowning.
"Then actually grow some," she said cheekily.
"Shut up!" he said crossly.
"Come on Dean, you exercise more than half of Bristol combined and you still only slightly above Drew who hasn't lifted a weight a day in his life."
"I prefer not having enormous pecks, otherwise I'm days off being in Jersey Shore."
"Yeah, you keep telling yourself that, in the meantime, we don't know how to get Sam up."
"No-one does."
"You're her boyfriend!"
"I'm pretty sure if I go waving a cock in her face at 8 in the morning, it isn't going to make a difference."
"That's not what I meant, you're spose to know stuff about her!"
"Hold on…" he let out a horrendous sneeze.
"Bless you," said Gemma almost as if he had sneezed on her face.
"Cheers, anyway, I know stuff like her birthday, and her favorite food, not how to get her out of bed."
Gemma sighed; "Fuck…" her phone began to buzz, "Can you hold? That's Hayley."
Across town, Hayley McDonnell held her phone up as she heard Gemma's voice, "Give me good news."
"Kelly texted me" she said, "Ring Claire, She knows tricks about certain people and especially Sam, they hang out a lot."
"Ok, Thanks, Oh! Party tonight, my place, coming? Yes?"
"You can't wait, can you?"
"Nope I wanna rock it today, then get fucked tonight, once again, coming?"
"I Spose. Call Claire."
"Good, I will, buh-bye!"
"Bye!" Hayley said sarcastically.
Claire Valentino was writing spiritedly on her wall as her phone rang, "Oh my gosh, Hi Gemma!"
"Claire! I need Sam to get up!"
"Oh right, um sorry, I don't really know how, have you tried her older sister?"
"Hmm… that might help, Party tonight by the way."
"Oh real cool! I'll come, if you want me too…"
"Great! See ya there! No wait… See ya at college!"
"Oh yeah, real cool!" Gemma had already hung up and Claire sighed as she went back to writing on her wall.
"Dean? It's me again," said Gemma. "I'm going to try talking to her sister."
"Yeah spose it might help."
"By the way! Party tonight!"
"I don't know Gem… Me and Drew went out to Emma Scott's party last night, you know the super rich girl from Up North?"
"Blimey the night before? I thought I was mad… Come anyway, as if you would turn down a party!"
"You know me too well."
"Anyway, I gotta call Drew and Paulie, the last two people. Everyone else are probably going to be strangers that I meet today and will end up fucking some time in the next 2 years."
"Nice life ambition, don't call Drew on his home phone, he went home with someone else."
"What? Who?"
"Not sure, but he was certainly planning it, he texted me the address he was at last night, I've got to drop his stuff for today around, I owe him a favor."
"Alrighty then, see ya Pecks."
"Fuck off Gemma!" he yelled, but she had already hung up.
Drew Martin's mobile rang on a bedside table not his own as he sprung up to answer it, "Ya hoy hoy" he said dozily.
"Drew? Whose house are you at?"
He looked over tiredly at the person lieing next to him and his eyes shot wide open, "Summer Chaldrys" he said rather impressed with himself.
"Really? Wow, hey! You aren't that far from the College then, Dean said he'd drop your stuff by."
"He better! He owes me a favour!"
"Yeah, why does he owe you a favour?"
"Guy's business!"
"Whatever, party tonight."
"Seriously? Damn. I was hoping for a quiet night."
"I don't care you are coming, I got to call Paulie now."
"She is all feisty and prepared to hunt fresh meat in the hallways of Roundview College."
"Screw all of you," she said while pressing the red button down on her phone. Paulie Preston was trying on his new jacket and imagined himself being stared at by everyone when he walked into Roundview College, his phone rang and he picked it up still looking in the mirror impressed with himself.
He said in a seductive voice as he stared in the mirror, "Paulie Preston speaking..."
"Well who else would be speaking? It's your mobile."
"Shit! Gemma! Umm… Hi!"
"Oh far out Paulie, I'm only calling to tell you there is a party tonight, pull your pants out of your ass crack."
"Sorry Gemma… Thanks anyway."
"I'm not going to bite ok? I'll see ya at college yeah? I'll promise to be nice."
"Ok, Bye Gemma"
"See ya Paulie Preston!"
He hung up his phone and head butted the wall continuously, "Bollocks, bollocks, bollocks!" he shouted.
"Paulie!" shouted his dad.
"Sorry dad!"
Gemma stood outside Samantha O'Keefe's house and made a phone call, this time, to Rachel O'Keefe.
"Hello?" she responded
"Hi Rachel, its Gemma."
"Hi Rachel, how can I help you?"
"We can't wake up Sam."
"Don't worry, leave it to me."
Rachel hung up the phone and Gemma sat on the brick wall outside as she waited. 12 minutes later, Samantha came bursting out of the door with her bag on, looking a total mess and in a total rush. She saw Gemma and stopped, "You Bitch!"
"There you are you lazy turd." She laughed. "What happened?"
Samantha looked at her watched and pulled a sour face, "Rachel set my clock forward an hour and then set an alarm."
Gemma threw her head back and laughed, "I'll have to try that one, we need to head to the café, we have things to discuss."
"Can I go get ready properly first? This..." she said pointing towards her body, "Is not a good image to set for day one."
"15 minutes!" said Gemma "And if you go back to bed, I will come into your bedroom and make sure you never get out of bed."
"Gemma, you are the queen of subconscious innuendos."
"15 minutes bitch!"
"I'm going!"
That's chapter 1, a good way to introduce the characters and to pay tribute to Gen 1. There is still 1 more character to be introduced in a later chapter of this episode, he is new to the gang where as the others are all old friends from high school, to explain his introduction. Please R&R, I do already have the 2-year storyline planned out so it won't be a tonne of stuff to think up as I go. Also I'm fairly new to not only this site but the whole writing fanfic thing so if I suck just tell me what sucks, cheers.