SKINS – GEN 4 – SERIES 7 – 7.04: SAMANTHA
Hello lovely readers, and welcome to chapter 3! I have just watched the final episode of SLiDE; I might start to feel depravity in a few weeks, but it's ok cause Skins Series 6 starts in like February or whatever, also the episode ended on a massive cliffhanger, so I doubt fox 8 will be dropping it, especially with the popularity it has. On the other hand one show that is in full throttle is Skins Gen 4! Well these fanfictions at least ;) A bit of an update and where I would like to take this if the popularity of it continues to increase, I have various thoughts on doing something a bit more than fanfiction as I love it to bits. I will be doing final copies of each fanfiction, that has been thought about and edited to a point I'm happy with, the best thing I could hope for, is to get someone willing to illustrate for me, that would be the best thing I could get. Other things include, character twitter accounts, similar to Gen 3 or the SLiDE characters, or even a Tumblr RP, which seems to have had some level of interest and even hopefully getting it to merge with a pre-existing Gen 1 to 3 RP, and the other idea which I may have stated before is to upload a copy of the fanfiction with a tracklist and points as to where to start each song, so you can read along with how the music would sound. AT THE MOMENT, all of these things are incredibly high hopes, but it is nice to think about, and definitely not impossible, I would be really keen for the illustration idea, so if anybody is at incredible level and interested then message me. Otherwise I should stop using the intro to the stories as a news feed, so Chapter 3!
Rachel pulled her car out the front of the house, and slowed it down to a firm and quiet stop, as she opened the door and got out of the car.
'I could get it done within two hours at night,' she thought to herself, 'and go to sleep now, what a shit day, I'm so fucking fed up with everything.'
She walked up the stairs taking her heels off before she reached the door, she pulled out her key, but frowned and pressed the door slightly… it was unlocked and open.
She placed her shoes firmly in the hallway, as she walked in. Her eyes were wide open as she saw the living room, on the table was an ash tray full of used spliffs, and the couches were a mess.
The kitchen was an even bigger mess, there were stains on the wall, the fridge was open and plates and cutlery lay out all across the bench.
She walked over to the window and saw a brand new SUV parked behind the section of the house that stuck out.
She turned her head as she heard voices coming from outside. She took a knife from the knife holder and walked cautiously towards the back door.
She looked outside and saw a group of teenagers she had never seen before swimming in the pool, and smoking weed, as her blood began to boil.
Ken looked up and saw Rachel standing on the balcony, "Um… guys?" he said to the others.
They all looked at him and looked up to see Rachel standing on the balcony with a very serious face holding a knife.
She dropped the knife on the ground staring at them all as they all stared back with blank faces, she walked up to the railing, "Who the fuck are all you?"
"We're sorry, we didn't mean to… I mean…" Drew tried to answer her but didn't know how.
She marched quickly down the stairs and out to the pool as they all clambered out.
Drew walked up to her and held out his hand, "Hi, I'm Drew, We're…"
"What the fuck are you all doing at my house?" Rachel interrupted angrily.
Sam looked out her window when she heard a whole bunch of yelling and saw Rachel standing in the front of the group.
Sam's eyes shot open and her breathing rapidly increased, "Shit!" she said, and bolted down the stairs.
"Who gave you permission to come to my house?" she said with her hands on her hips.
At this time, Gemma came up from under the water and hauled herself onto the tiles surrounding the pool.
Rachel looked over and her face slackened a bit, "Gemma…" she said, "I guess that makes you Sam's lot, don't it?" she asked.
Sam burst out of the back door, running down from the balcony, "Listen Rachel, I can explain."
"You better fucking explain." Said Rachel glaring at her with snake-like eyes.
"Why are you home so early?" asked Sam.
"The meeting got cancelled, which happens to be very unfortunate for you, cause I just happened to crush your little drug party."
"It's not a drug party, we just needed a place to crash and this was the only free place, I tried saying no, but they insisted." Pleaded Samantha.
"Bullshit, I bet you do this every time I go to fucking work, I go out and work to pay for this house and the food on your fucking plate and you decide to go and do this, you just decide to bring over your druggie friends and start letting loose in my fucking house, and absolutely trash the place!"
"It's our house." Rebutted Sam.
Rachel leaned in close, "Not on your life sunshine." She leaned back, "Who owns the car?"
The group's faces immediately dropped, Paulie snapped into action, "Um, I do! It's mine."
"Your 16 years old and you own a $45'000 SUV?" she said with a furrowed brow.
"Is that how much it's worth? I mean… shit." Said Paulie realizing what he had done.
Rachel gave Sam a quizzical look, and started striding around to the side of the house.
"No Rachel, listen!" said Sam, chasing after her, her heart now beating rapidly.
Rachel bent down in front of the car, "That's really interesting…" she said, "It just so happens to have the same number plate as the SUV that went missing from Walker Street earlier this morning."
"How do you know all this?" asked Kelly.
Rachel glared at her, "Because I was fucking informed to be on the lookout as it happened in my area!" Rachel now darted her eyes to Sam, "You stole a fucking car!"
Sam couldn't get the words out of her throat, "The guy was just being… I mean like…"
"What? A guy was a tosser, so you stole a 50 grand fucking car!" screamed Rachel.
"I'm going to return it Rach, I promise," said Sam hurriedly.
Rachel gave a fake smile, "You're fucking right your going to return it." She looked up, "I'm going to get changed; all of you, in the fucking living room, now!" she shouted, and stormed off around the back.
Sam stood there, stiff as a statue, with a fear of being shot; actually she would have preferred that right now.
Rachel stormed up the stairs, her face in a fit of fury. She slammed open her door and looked up to see two naked teenagers, with Kelly going up and down on Dean.
"WHAT THE FUCK!" Screamed Rachel.
Dean looked up startled, "Bloody shit! Bloody, oh fuck… Kelly!"
Kelly looked up and slid off Dean to the side.
"THAT'S MY FUCKING BED!" she bellowed.
Dean jumped to his feet, "Shit, I'm so sorry, oh buggery tits…"
"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY BEDROOM!" She shoved her finger in one direction with her eyes shut tight.
Dean ran out without anything on and Kelly wrapped the blanket around her out of the bedroom door.
As Rachel screamed one more time as she slammed the door and a picture frame fell to the ground with a shatter.
The group all sat silently on the couches, with Sam curled up in a ball, her eyes darting back and forth between Kelly, who was wrapped in a blanket and Dean who stood there holding a cushion in front of his junk.
The rest of them were sitting there silently and blankly, and surprisingly Gemma seemed to have a look that said she didn't care in the slightest, actually for Gemma, it wasn't that surprising.
Rachel walked down the stairs and folder her arms, now in a shirt and jeans instead of her suit like before.
"So," she said, "every single one of you is in deeper shit than you imagine. You can't begin to think how furious I am. You waltzed on over, absolutely trashed the place, smoked weed in my living room, and then you decide to have a fucking root in my bed." She said motioning towards Dean and Kelly, "Oh, not to mention you stole a 50 grand fucking SUV!" she paused on the spot, "I'm in half a mind to just call your parents right now."
Dean pursed his lips and raised his hand like a schoolchild.
"What?" said Rachel, cocking her head at Dean.
He pointed over at Drew, "Drew doesn't have parents; he lives on his own."
"You think you're fucking smart, do you?" said Rachel as she narrowed her eyes.
"Not really, I'm a bucket of bricks, but I'm pretty fit, and I'm half decent in the bed, and you're pretty fit too, so were off to a good start." He said with a cheesy smile.
"You fucking wish, you little wanker!" she spat.
Dean shrugged, "Wouldn't be half bad, I mean you've already seen my cock."
"I'm not in any mood for this, you guys have stolen a 50 grand SUV!" she said leaning into Dean.
Dean raised his lip to his nose, "We'll take it back, the guys a prick anyway, why you having such a period?"
Rachel gritted her teeth, "Because I'm a fucking lawyer!"
Dean looked at her with a long face and then burst into a splutter of giggles.
Rachel stood back in shock, "Do you think this is funny?"
Dean shook his head, "No, not at all, sorry… it is a little bit funny." He said bursting into giggles again.
Rachel turned to Sam, "You used to date this boob?"
Sam shrugged, "Don't remind me."
"Oh I'll remind you of whatever I like, you ain't going to be seeing the sunshine until it fucking shines off the walls you've polished Samantha!" she shouted at her.
"Don't call me fucking Samantha!" she shouted back.
"I'll call you whatever I like, you sodding twat!"
Ken stood up, with his hands out, "Look Rachel, we know we fucked up big time, and we'll fix this and pay for any damages, just forgive Sam, cause it's not her fault, we forced her into this."
Rachel turned to her, "Your fucking right you're going to be fixing the damages you pin dick. Guess you can't risk me telling precious mummy, that you're a-Grade son has been fucking over people's house."
Sam stood up against Rachel, "Don't you fucking talk to him like that, he hasn't done anything wrong."
Rachel smirked, "Standing up for the little guy, just like fucking Mum taught you hey Samantha?"
Samantha shoved Rachel in the chest, "Don't you dare talk about our fucking mum like that."
Rachel stood back from the shove for a minute, before in a split-second punching Sam in the mouth, as Sam flew back onto the floor.
Hayley and Paulie went to her side, inspecting her mouth, as Ken and Drew dragged back Rachel to stop her from inflicting another blow on Sam.
Sam lifted her head up as; blood began to rush from her gums.
"Get your fucking hands off me!" she shouted at Ken and Drew, as they immediately threw their hands up in the air letting go.
"You lot," she said, "Get the fuck out of my house, and take that car exactly back to where you found it. Sam," she said looking down at her sister, "Go to your room, you're fucking grounded."
"You can't ground me!" Shouted Sam.
"Since Mum and Dad are underground and left me in charge, I fucking can! Now go to your motherfucking room, you useless cunt!" she yelled pointing towards to the stairs.
Sam let out a wail as she ran up the stairs.
Dean tapped Rachel on the shoulder, "Can I get my pants back? I'd prefer it if all of Bristol didn't see my cock." He said with a smile.
Rachel turned around and looked at them all, "All of you, get out of my house!"
Sam lay out across her bed in absolute tears, as blood soaked the sheets. Her predictions were right, cause within a few hours of predicting it; she had just experienced the second worst moment of her life.
She looked at the mess in the mirror, a young blonde girl who had no hope for anything.
She closed her eyes and held her own hand, imagining it was her mum's, she let out a large wail at the thought of her mum and from there couldn't control herself.
There was a knock at her window, and Claire was hanging on with a friendly smile.
"Go away!" shouted Sam rolling over.
"I don't think I can!" shouted back Claire.
Sam gave a huff and went over to the window to open it and let Claire roll in.
"Seriously," said Sam, "There is something about our group and fucking windows, Dean tried to climb through mine, then I tried to get into Gemma's to see her about to get it on with Paulie, then I climbed in on Kelly with her finger up her twat and now you are crawling in my window."
Claire laughed, "Yeah, I heard about that, and I thought I would give it a go, it seemed fun, also I don't think Rachel would be too happy to let me back in."
Sam shook her head, "What the fuck are you doing here, Claire?"
"I've come to fix you up, you're a mess." She said eyeing down Sam's mouth still running with blood and only relatively wiped with a tissue.
Claire grabbed her hand and led her into Sam's en suite. She dampened the facecloth and began to dab Sam's face with it.
"This is your fucking fault you know," said Sam, "If you…"
Claire sighed, "Yeah I know, if I hadn't have suggested your place, this wouldn't have happened, it is all my fault."
Sam looked down with a calmer face, "Ok, it's not really your fault, you were just trying to help, and I have had a bad day."
Claire paused for a minute, "I feel so bad, cause, I don't really have much to say in the group… and I've been trying to get a word in and like, you know, get really involved and that, but I just fucked it up." Said Claire with sad eyes.
"Life is so shit…" said Sam.
"Yeah" said Claire, as her eyes widened and she zoned out into the skylight above her.
Sam snapped her fingers, "Claire!" she shouted.
Claire shook her head, "Sorry," she said as she went back to dabbing Sam's face, "to be honest, I'm feeling like a walking failure too, and my mother also insists it, my blood mother that is… so I feel like, super bad all the time… both of us are shit."
Sam furrowed her brow, "What's the day today? It's Sunday isn't it?"
"Yes," said Claire nodding her head.
"Good," said Sam with a smile, "then tonight you and I are going to the OXZ club, a little cheer up treat."
Claire looked at her with a puzzled look, "OXZ is super exclusive; only like rich or slightly famous people get in."
"Don't worry, I know a way in," said Sam with a wink, "I just don't usually tell the others."
"Aren't you grounded," asked Claire?
Sam glared at the mirror, "Fuck Rachel, the cock-sucking bitch, she can go shove a dildo up her ass for all I care, she isn't my mum."
Claire sighed, "Alright if you want to drag yourself into it."
"You're fucking right I do," said Sam, "This is my personal screw you to absolutely everyone at the moment, come on," she said slapping Claire on the shoulder, "You can show me how to get out the window," she poked her tongue out at Claire, who let out an exhausted sigh.
Well I really liked that, it felt really entertaining, maybe it's just me, but… it was certainly a nice lengthy chapter as opposed to some of my unexpectedly short ones, and it also took longer to write than anticipated, which I apologize to some extent, but hey it's done and now we can look forward to Chapter 4! I'm really liking Samantha's story at the moment, cause it's not one that has dull and repetitive scenes, the scenes planned out for this always seem to have quite an amount of flair in them, so let's hope it keeps this attitude :)