SKINS – GEN 4 – SERIES 7 – 7.04: SAMANTHA

My Internet is in top condition again! I started downloading an AVI and at went at something like 600kb/s, so that's all great and good, and so now I'm going to do some more fanfiction, I'm actually a little confused as to how to write this specific chapter cause I hadn't thought about it that much, but it always seems to work so here we go! Chapter 7!

Dean and Paulie walked up a pathway to a violently loud house at a terrible hour, as an eerie red light poured at of the house.

Dean chuckled, "see, I told you the scenic route was better."

"Yeah, it only took 2 hours and a beating from a bus driver," said Paulie with a frown.

"Not to mention, half a bottle of tequila," said Dean with a cheesy smile.

"Yeah," frowned Paulie, "I'm actually quite surprised at the capacity of the stomach, the shit you put it through, it's a wonder hasn't shot itself."
Dean pushed open the door, to where the party had already reached chaos, to the stage where a number of people were past out on the floor.

Dean let out a haughty laugh, "This party is fucking banging!"
Paulie frowned, "It's all people from college."
Dean nodded, "Yeah that might come back to grab your bollocks the next day, who you gonna go for?"
Paulie looked around, "The girl with the curly hair, who thinks she has a star tattooed on her cheek, when actually it's something else?"
Dean cackled, "No, but that's toppers that is, no go for the skinny blonde over by the hallway, she's pissed as fuck!"

Paulie sighed, "Great, just what I want, a drunk shag."
Dean slapped Paulie on the shoulder, unaware of his sarcasm, "That's the spirit, you talk her up, I'm going to go tell goldilocks what she has written on her cheek, this should be good," he said with a smirk and a nudge.

Gemma jumped up and down with her eyes closed in the middle of the floor, the beat was running her veins like a wire and the colour her blood.

As she jumped up and down, she felt two heavy arms behind her, she turned around to see an attractive 20-something year old with incredibly gelled up hair.

He winked at her, "I'm Kyle," he said.

Gemma let out a smirk, "I'm…"

She was immediately interrupted, "You're beautiful that's what you are."
Gemma laughed, "Yeah?"
He nodded, "Yeah, for real, but it sucks though, cause that makes things hard."
"What like your cock?' asked Gemma.

He let out a long laugh, "You're a joker; you are."
Gemma pulled his ear towards her, "Things don't have be hard, but can be," she ran his fingers down his top, "quite easy." She said with a devious little smile.

Kyle gave a smirk back as he looked back down at her.

He threw her on the bed and immediately went to snog her face, she grabbed his head and ran her fingers through his hair as he began to kiss her chest.

She felt him moving his hands around his pants, and then under her skirt, he wasn't tender, he simply ripped down her panties, and then inserted himself.

Gemma gripped the pillow pulling back, and started moving herself along with him.

She had barely gotten started when the door flung open, and a posh, squeaky voice yelled out, "Kyle! You Pig fucker!"

Gemma sat up as he pulled out, "Who the fuck are you?" she snapped.

She shot daggers at Gemma, "I'm Eden, this is my fucking house, and that's my fucking boyfriend, and who the fuck are you, you flat-chested nut-sucker?"
Gemma's eyes shot open, "Shit…" she muttered

Drew walked around the back past a couple in a row, while sliding his jacket back on, he found Paulie in the hall with his hand on a drunk girls shoulder, "Look, your very lovely, but I think we have different morals you know? I mean, us together sober, would be, a completely different story, but, I'm not saying no straight away, how bout, you give me your number and we'll talk tomorrow, or maybe on Wednesday," he said slowly to the girl.

Drew furrowed his brow, "Paulie, what the fuck are you doing?"
Paulie looked up and smiled at Drew, "Oh hi Drew," he let go of the girl as she collapsed head into his lap.

"Ok, you obviously have a wide demographic, Gemma is one thing as nobody can seem to get their hands off her, but I'm not so sure about her," said Drew nodding in her direction.

Paulie shook his head, "No Drew, it was just… It's fucking Dean…"
Drew rolled his eyes upwards, "Well… you two have fun then, wear a condom kiddo."
Paulie reached out his hands over her head, "No Drew! Come back!" yelled Paulie, as Drew walked off. He looked down at the girl's head still across his lap now begin to drool over his pants, "Ah shit, that snog was not worth this."

Drew walked around the corner and was stopped when he bumped into a shorter girl, "Oh shit, I'm sorry."
"No, no it's my fault," she said, "Hi Drew."
Drew looked down and saw Hayley's smiling face looking back up at him.

"Oh, Hi Hayley," he said giving back a smile, "You having a good time, I mean… you said you're not a party person, but still…"
"Oh yeah, I guess…" said Hayley.

"Good to hear," said Drew back with a laugh, the conversation had reached a rather awkward standstill.

"Drew," said Hayley looking up at him, "I was thinking, yeah? I mean like…"
Drew lost focus as his eyes went wide in shock, because behind Hayley in another room was Claire making out with some buff guy, shoving his hand up her shirt.

"Shit…" said Drew.

"What?" asked Hayley.

Drew shuffled around her, "Sorry Hayley, I gotta go, I'll get back to you, yeah? We should talk more! If you want," he said in a hurry to get out.

Hayley tried to grab his arm, "Hold on, just a second, I was thinking…"
"For fuck's sake! I'm sorry, but not right now!" said Drew, as he moved through the crowds and out of Hayley's reach.

She stood there as her smile faded, "Yeah… Yeah, of course."

Drew reached the guy making out with Claire just as he started to slip his hand into her shorts.

Drew grabbed his arm, "Alright mate, I think you can stop right there."

The man ignored him throwing Drew's arm off. Drew frowned, "Aren't you Sebastian Jervis?"

The man broke out a frown shrugging him away once more, but his eyes remained shut and his lips still on Claire's.

"For fuck's sake," said Drew walking off. He came back 2 minutes later, at just the right time with a blonde girl by his side.

"Is he your boyfriend?" asked Drew, with his finger pointed in the hair.

The girl's arms fell by her side and her mouth wide open, "Sebastian you little turd!" she said punching in the arm. He broke his lips off and looked at her, while she spat at him, "Consider yourself dumped, pin dick!"
"Shit, Stacey, it's not like that, come back babes." He shouted after her.

Claire stood there looking dizzy.

Drew frowned at her, "Claire, what the fuck are you doing?"
"Beautiful night…" said Claire wearily.

Drew furrowed his brow and grabbed her arm, looking at the holes along it, "You've been shooting up… No Claire, what are you doing stop this."
Claire looked up at him, "I need more."
"No you need to tell me what's going on, and why you are suddenly doing this." He said firmly.

Her face went sad as she collapsed onto the couch, looking down at the floor, "There's no fucking point anymore, why not just do drugs, it's how to get through, it's how you get through," she said looking up at Drew, "You fuck yourself over, to forget your bigger problems, that's why you get with every hot girl, and do lots of drugs."

Drew's eyes grew sadder as he shook his head, "and it's shit you don't want it."
Claire felt a pulse of sickness through her stomach, "but what do I do? Gemma will never fucking love me, and nobody will except me, I'm just a fucking useless rug muncher, who everyone thinks is a ditz."

Drew pulled her closer and hugged her, "That's not true, cause you are so much better, and who you like means jack all, so stop saying that, don't do this Claire," he said burrowing his head into her shoulder, as she did likewise in tears.

Kelly took another swig of her drink as Dean came up behind her and spoke into her ear, "There's a free room, on the left upstairs, soft floor, with a lock, mighty good time," he said cockily.

Kelly turned around and frowned at Dean, "What the fuck is this Dean?"
Dean looked around confused, "What do you mean? We're gonna shag, weren't we? You're fucking good, I'll give you that."

Kelly raised her lip at him and crossed her arms, "I don't know about you Dean, but the least thing I want right now is a shag, or even a man, I think I'm fucking done right now, all I want is a shot of gin quite frankly."
Dean's rolled his head back, "It's just a fuck."

Kelly nodded, "Oh yeah? Just a fuck, like you fucked Samantha a million times? Like you want to fuck Gemma, but you know she's set her own standard as way too high for you? And like you tried to get it on with Claire, but you're too stupid to realize she's gay?"
Dean shook his head, "Wait a minute, get out of here," he said with a corny smile, "Claire's gay? No way, she's like… kitten-sexual or something, there's no way that little butterfly would go walking around trying to get chicks on her strap-on, or maybe she'd be the strapee…" he said with a puzzled face.

Kelly's mouth was wide open, "and that's why you're fucking pathetic, she doesn't want to bang girls like you, she wants to do all that cute pointless lovey-dovey shit, but you're way too stupid understand any of that. The only person you haven't tried to get it on with is Hayley."

Dean leaned his head back and let out a breath of air.

Kelly looked astounded, "Are you serious? With fucking Hayley? Wow, Dean. New low, but I already know now, that she said no, because she has a thing that you don't… standards!" she shook her head, "I'm fucking done with you Dean, you're a horny little prick, and stay the fuck away from Hayley, or I'll shove your balls in a vice and tighten it till they pop."
Dean bit his lip as she walked away, "That has got to fucking hurt." He said to himself. As the redhead guy next to him gave him a puzzled look, Dean looked at him, "What?"

Paulie finished wiping the drool off his shirt in the bathroom, as he slapped his face and smiled.

He walked out the door and saw Gene from college making out with some girl next to him.

"How you going Gene?" he asked, but got no response. Paulie smiled to himself, "Great, good to see you too!" he said as he walked down the stairs.

He walked through the dancing crowds and saw Kelly walking up to him, "Kelly!" he said, "What a festive surprise!"

"Shut up," said Kelly.

"What?" said Paulie confused.

Kelly grabbed him around the arm, "Come on, you and me, getting drinks, fucking now."

Paulie shrugged in acceptance, but as they headed towards the drinks table, a huge series of thuds came from the stairs.

They looked over to see a ball of two girls rolling down the stairs in the punch-up. They saw Gemma run over onto the middle of the floor, with the whole party looking at them, while the blonde girl ran up and kicked her in the back.

"Gemma Rockett you little McDyke! I'll fuck your brains out!" she screamed in a whiny high-pitched voice.

Gemma grabbed her hair and punched her in the face, as the girl let out a scream and fell to the ground.

Gemma went down for her, but she grabbed Gemma and rolled her onto the floor, scratching her with her nails and taking tugs at her hair, as Gemma cursed.

She lifted her fist up in the air, and Gemma shut her eyes tight preparing for the punch, but a sneaker kicked the blonde girl in the hips as she went flying to the side and then a fist came down across her face and she slid across the floor unconscious.

"Don't you ever touch Gemma again! You scrawny fucking slut!" shouted Samantha while standing just above Gemma.

Gemma got to her feet and saw Sam looking over at her with a solemn face.

Gemma smiled, "Sammykins!" she said, and went to hug her, but Sam stopped her before she could.

"I want to say this now, so everyone can hear it," she said as she pulled back her own lip and then looked up at Gemma, "I love you Gemma, you're my best friend, and you were there for me, and you've changed a lot and become magnificent, but at the same time a fucking disaster."

Gemma lowered her own head as Sam kept talking, "I can't take it, day after day, being caught in your shadow, having everyone in the school ogling over you and saying how much they'd love to get in your pants, but I'm your best friend, I'm pretty much the only one keeping creeps out of your pants, and you don't even care anymore, you don't give a single toss about me. Can't you see how shit I am? How much of an absolute fuckery I am? I can't be just your lackey anymore, I want to be my own person too, and I need you to accept that and stop fucking me around, alright? Can you do that?"

Gemma looked up with a sad eyes, "I'm sorry…" she said.

Sam looked down at her feet, and headed for the door. "Where are you going?" asked Gemma.

Sam looked up at her and shrugged, "No fucking idea," she said and closed the door after her.

Ken stepped out of the crowd and headed after her as Gemma was left standing in the middle.

Sam was halfway down the street when she heard shouting behind her, "Sam! Sam!" the voice rang.

She turned around with a tear-stricken face to see Ken running up to her.

"What?" she asked, "What is you want, Ken?"
Ken panted and looked up, "You're not a fuckery; can't you see? I…"
"What?" asked Sam, "Just spit it out, will you?"
Ken grabbed her face and placed his lips against her as he closed his eyes, and she closed hers, but still in shock.

Ken pulled away, "I… Sam, I want…"
Sam shook her head and pushed his arm away, "Don't… I'm sorry, but just… don't."

"Sam…" pleaded Ken.

She shook her head and broke out into a run down the street, but this time Ken dropped his arms by his side and let her go.

Oh no :( There's still more to come a final realization, and a turn of events, and definitely a happy ending or two. Please review, and certainly review for Chapter 8, I hope you guys enjoyed 7.04: Samantha, I have numerous ideas for 7.05 all ready, so I might plot some of them down on Monday, and if I can be bothered writing another chapter for the Roffy fic, I'll either write another chapter for it, or scrap cause it's rubbish. Chapter 8 up soon!