Here's the second chapter, I hope you like it:) I'm going to try and update every Friday or Saturday. But at the moment I'm pretty busy with revising and thing but i'll try my hardest.

Does it look like I own skins?

The day after. Sometimes the best part for me. Especially when you get a shit fuck and you just need to get away. Jack was different last night though, he was gentle but rough, and always a plus, not a virgin. I've had a few of those before, it makes me cringe how just after we've finished they always end up saying 'I love you' or 'let's do this again sometime.' It makes it worse that I seem to be a magnet for getting all the shit fucks.

I was walking home now, at 3am. Jack wouldn't be worried though, he knows I do this to all my shags. I've never been able to sleep without having a nightmare since my mum died. The last time I did actually sleep over at one of my one night stands I ended up screaming the house down and crying hysterically into the strangers arms. Needless to say I never saw them again.

During all this reminiscing I'd made my way to mine and Cook's college accommodation. Long story short, Cook's mum was a dick to say the least and he ended up running away and came to live with me and my mum, he never knew his dad. But when my mum died we were pretty much fucked. The money my mum left eventually ran out and we had to live on the streets. We managed to live at the college once we started to get money to pay the rent.

I opened the door slowly, just in case Cook was asleep with his latest. I wasn't surprised to find the room empty, it usually was. Cook didn't know about me always coming home at this time, and I'd like to keep it that way. The last thing I need is him asking me 20 questions.

The small room we shared was a mess as usual, the bed in the corners sheets, dirty and covered in empty beer bottles. The floor was just as bad, covered in old cigarette packets and empty beer bottles. The room had a constant fog because all the spliffs and fags we usually smoke. I walked over to the small bedside table and picked up the already rolled spliff. I fished my lighter out of my bag and placed the spliff between my lips. I lit up and inhaled the weed gratefully.

I flopped onto the bed, my first chance to relax since yesterday morning, probably about the same time as this, I can't really remember. I shifted the bottle from under my arse and I felt it through my dress I wore last night.

"fucking pathetic how dirty this shit hole is." I muttered, not that I was going to do anything about it anytime soon though.

I finished my spliff quickly and changed into some shorts and an old top. It was my usual routine before meeting Cook for breakfast. I'd get home at around 3am, have a quick spliff, muttering about how disgraceful the place we lived in looked, I'm surprised we don't have mice. Then I'd get changed and go out for a long jog to the football pitch near the park to take my mind off things.

I left the accommodation locking the door and leaving the key under the mat for when Cook got back. I walked down the stairs to the front door then began jogging in the direction of the park.

Once I got there the sun was just starting to show, I'd take a guess saying it was around 4, I still had around 4 hours till I had to meet up with Cook at the Starbucks near where we live. That gave me around 2 hours at the pitch, then time to jog back, have a shower then walk to Starbucks.

I strolled over to the hedge next to the park fence and the pitch whilst putting my earphones in and starting to play the music on my phone. I reached into the hedge feeling for my football.

I'd been playing football since I was about 7 years old. My mum was a modern day hippie. She was all about helping everyone and leaving herself to suffer, thus leading us to have a house full of randoms taking advantage of my mum's helpfulness, to live in our house free of rent. I used to hate it, until one day this guy came home with my mum and he actually seemed grateful for the help, unlike all the other twats. I found him once in my back garden with a football and went out to see what he was doing. We ended up playing for about 4 hours, him teaching me what he can and me being eager to learn. For the next few years that he lived with us, we went to the football pitch next to the park every day. I gradually got better and we soon ended up playing full contact.

To say they were the best years of my life would be an understatement. He was like the dad I never had. He was the person I went to if I ever got bullied or had personal problems, like when I started to feel like I liked girls as well as boys. He supported me all the way through my coming out process. That was until I was about 15 years old and I woke up for my usual routine of going to the football pitch and I found he'd left. I still remember the day perfectly. I had woken up to find the football we always used on my desk with my school work. There was a note next to it saying. 'Never give up on what you're good at kid.' I'd never seen him since.

But I did take his advice on board and carried on going to the football pitch every day. Gradually getting better at what I do best.

I'd never told Cook or anyone about how I played football. This was the only thing no one knew about me and I wanted to keep it that way, it was too painful to talk about.

I stayed at the football pitch for the longest time possible, always wanting to push my limits. Once the sun was fully out I guessed it was around half 6 so I placed the football back into the hedge and jogged back home.

I got back to find the door already unlocked so I opened the door slowly, cringing when it squeaked. I froze in place to try and hear any movement. Nothing. I breathed out a sigh of relief and pushed the door full open. Cook had obviously been in and gone out straight away as there was now a brand new rolled spliff on the bedside table, waiting for my arrival.

I let out a small chuckle before stripping off my sweaty gear and walking to the shower. I quickly washed myself and changed into the nearest clean clothes I could find. I wasn't really one to try and impress when it came to day time.

I threw my hair up into a messy ponytail, snatched the spliff off the side and walked out the door to go and meet Cook.

I was halfway through my spliff by the time I arrived at the Starbucks, only to find Cook trying to look sexy with a spliff hanging out of the side of his mouth, leaning against the wall with his foot placed on it.

It took all my willpower not to burst out laughing right there and then but instead decided it would be much more fun to scare the shit out of him.

I let an evil grin spread itself across my face as I stubbed my spliff out with my foot. I walked over to stand next to him as quietly as I could, luckily he was too busy staring at the girls arse across the road as she bent down the pick up the money that she just dropped.

I leaned in close to his ear before shouting as loud as I could, "Y'alright dick'ed?"

I got my desired reaction as he let out a girly squeal as he jumped and fell over the table he was stood next to. I burst out laughing, using the wall for balance as tears started streaming down my face.

Cook's look of shock and surprise soon turned to one of mock anger as he realised it was me, "Blondie you twat! What did I tell you about doing that to me?" His frown began to twitch. What can I say? My laugh is quite contagious.

"I – sorry – that was fucking hilarious!" I said trying to control my laughter.

Cook let out a small laugh before lifting himself up with a grunt. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and led me into the Starbucks for us to get our regular, 2 coffee's and muffins. The guy behind the counter looked at us and I gave him a nod, he turned and began making our order. Everyone who worked here knew us so well that with just a nod they would make what we wanted.

"So, how was our good friend, Jacko last night, eh?"

I felt a smile make its way to my face. It made me happy that Cook and I was so comfortable around each other. He's the only person that has never left me. And what makes it better is that I know for a fact that, if he can help it, he never will. "Meh, the usual. He was pretty average if I'm honest. He did this thing though where he put my legs over his shoulder and-"

"Ever heard of too much information, hun?" He chuckled.

I laughed before paying for our order, giving the guy a wink as I turned and walked to our usual seating area. "So, Cook. You seen any interesting houses for tonight's raid?"

"Why yes I have Blondie. Whilst you was out of your head last night I actually paid attention to where I was going with the girl I shagged last night. There was this house on her road that had a Porsche in the drive-way and a flat-screen in the front room. I'd say we're in for a couple 'grand tonight, babes." He took a sip of his coffee before biting a large chunk out of his muffin.

"Sounds good to me Cookie. Let's go and have a little look shall we?" I finished off my muffin before getting up with my coffee and walking out of the door. Cook in tow.

"Righty-o. I saw some fit girls last night, babe. They said they wouldn't mind coming back to ours tomorrow night to have one of our famous games of truth or dare. You up for it?" He added a wink for good measure.

"Sure, why not? But you best not be joking about them being fit or you've got another thing coming if you dare us all to have an orgy."

"Don't worry babe. When have I ever lied about fit birds?" He said, a sly smile across his face.

"Oh please babe. Don't fucking get me started on you and 'fit birds'. You shag any girl with a pulse." I said giving him the famous Campbell eye roll.

"Oi! You can't say shit, Blondie. You shag anyone with a pulse." He bellowed a laugh.

"Right. You have a point, now shut the fuck up and show me where this fucking house is." I said with a chuckle, "dick." I muttered.

He let out a loud laugh. Pulling me into his side and giving me a kiss on the temple. I pulled a face and pushed him away. Secretly loving his affection even if I would never admit it to him, and he knew it too.

Right, well there you have it. You like?

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