I instantly spot Cook in the distance as I approach the meeting place he told us to come to. There's apparently some big party on tonight, Cook organised it so that all of us could go together.

His back is turned to me, he's talking to somebody else. As I get closer, he turns around, spots me and waves eagerly, putting one arm around who I'm assuming to be Effy.

They're extremely close these days, I'm not sure if they're actually together or if they're just fucking around but either way, it hurts. I can't seem to get over him. I see too much of him to even remotely try and begin to lose any type of feelings I have for him.

I seem to be early, despite coming at the time Cook told everyone to come at. I adjust the strap of my handbag on my shoulder as I approach the couple.

"Where's everybody else?" I ask, stopping a couple feet away from the pair.

Cook shrugs, eyeing me. "Dunno, love," he murmurs. "They'll be here soon enough."

Effy smiles at me. "You look nice, Eve."

I blink at her in surprise. "Oh, thanks Eff, you do too."

She does look really nice. I quite like how I look today as I did make a big effort, as I usually do for parties, but Effy seemed to outshine me somehow. Not that it's a competition, it's just exhausting being friends with her. If you'd even call us 'friends'.

"Yeah," Cook says, absentmindedly. He's staring at me. I start to feel hot and embarrassed, so I look away, pretending to look around for the others.

I spot two figures swiftly approaching from behind Cook and Effy. I instantly pick out that it's Freddie and JJ. I wave at them and they wave back, joining us.

"There's my boys," Cook grins, throwing his arms around the two lads' shoulders. I notice a hint of irritation on Freddie's face.

"Good evening, Cookie," JJ smiles at Cook, receiving a loud laugh in return.

"Why so formal, J?" He chuckles, lightly slapping JJ's back, causing the boy to flinch.

JJ blinks at him, confused. "Just saying hello."

Cook is about to say something, but he is cut off by the rest of the group coming up to us. "Hello, ladies," he smiles, reaching out and patting Pandora and Katie on the cheek as they were closest to him.

"Hi, Cook," they mumble in unison, as Emily, Naomi and some random boy join the circle that is now formed.

Pandora grabbed the boy by his arm and pulled him over to stand beside her. "This is Thomas," she introduces proudly. "He needs our help tonight."

The group greets Thomas as he beams at everyone. "So glad," he smiles, a distinct accent coating his words.

"Thomas has gotta get 300 quid by desperate housewives tomorrow, otherwise Johnny White's gonna make him eat-"

Panda is cut off by Freddie interjecting in shock. "Johnny White?"

"He's got thirteen ounces of weed in the bag," Effy explains, her eyebrows raised.

Cook pulls his hand out of his t-shirt. "Hang on, thirteen ounces?" he asks, pure amazement on his face.

"Yes," Thomas smiles at him. "If you help, I could give you much. It's excellent weed."

I can't even comprehend where Thomas could possibly have been to have gotten that much weed, and why he owes £300 to Johnny White.

Cook opens the bag, and a reek of weed instantly fills the air. He whoops in excitement. "Man, that's pungent, I love it!"

Katie looks around. "So where exactly is this party you speak of?"

Cook puts his hands out, smiling. "Can't you feel it, kids?"

Everyone looks around and at each other, confused. What is he on about?

"It's the sound of the underground!" He exclaims, bending down and lifting a manhole cover, exposing a ladder leading down to a brightly lit tunnel, the sounds of a raging party now being amplified.

Everyone laughs in appreciation, and take turns climbing down the ladder. I'm near the end of the line, so I eagerly wait my turn.

Cook is behind me. He leans forward and whispers in my ear, "you look good tonight, Lewis."

I feel the hairs on my arms stand on end as his breath tickles my ear. I turn my head to look at him, smiling. "Thanks, Cook."

He winks at me, then nudges me to go forward. It's now my turn to go down the hole. I carefully lift myself down into it until my foot reaches the first step of the ladder, then lower myself into the ground.

When I reach the bottom, I stare around in awe. It's a full on cave, filled with people. There's lights and music, a full on DJ system.

I turn around to say something to Cook but notice him whispering something in Effy's ear, her back against him, his hands gripping her waist.

I try not to let that bother me, and turn back round, joining my small group of friends, Cook and Effy following shortly after.

"Alright, everyone grab some," Cook orders, while Thomas holds out the bag to the group.

We all take a large baggie or two of weed each, shoving them into our pockets. We then split up into different directions, off to sell.

I blindly weave my way through the crowds. I haven't really sold before, though I know a fair bit about it from my brother, Milo. It isn't that hard. Just approach people who look like they smoke, are desperate for a smoke, or who just have too much money for their own good.

You have to be discreet about it as well, obviously. You never know who could be hiding amongst the massive, sweaty crowds.

-

It hasn't been long, and I've already sold all the weed that I'd taken. Turns out underground parties are full of people desperate for a bit of drugs. Though to be fair, every party is full of people desperate for a bit of drugs.

I made £90 from selling all my bags. Trick is to sell it as cheap as possible when you're trying to get rid of 13 ounces, fast.

I'm making my way back through the crowds, standing on my tip toes occasionally, trying to see if I can spot anyone familiar. I notice, in a corner, poor JJ standing nervously by himself, eyes anxiously darting around the crowds.

"JJ!" I call out, and he looks around to the sound of his name until his eyes rest on me. I see his body relax from all the tension. I run over to him.

"You alright?" I ask over the music, placing my hand gently on his arm.

"I-I lost Cook," he stammers. He looks like he's getting a bit locked on.

"Shit," I swear under my breath. "Alright, come with me, I'll help you find him."

He smiles at me gratefully and I reach my hand out to him. He takes it, his grip tight, as I lead him around the cluster of dancing, sweaty people. Easiest way to spot someone in a crowd is to not physically be in the crowd yourself.

I'm keeping a watchful eye out, not just for Cook, but for anyone we came here with tonight. My neck is craned, looking over all the bobbing heads, hoping to spot a familiar face.

I walk past Emily and Naomi, standing in a quiet archway. I decide to leave them to it, as it seems tense and I don't want to interrupt anything. JJ is still holding onto me for dear life.

I spot Effy standing behind the two girls. I drag JJ with me, over to where she's standing.

"Have you seen Cook?" I ask her, slightly out of breath.

She shakes her head and shrugs. "Nope," she pauses. Why?"

"JJ needs him," I nod my head at the nervous boy. "Or Freddie. Just someone who actually knows how to calm him down."

"Haven't seen Freddie either," she responds. "Want a drink?"

She holds an unlabelled bottle up to me, the scent hitting my nose. I shake my head.

"No thanks, I've gotta mind J," I smile at her. "Thanks anyways."

I lead JJ away, then turn back to him. "I'm gonna take you out of here, alright?"

He nods meekly, and I drag him back, around the growing crowds, to the hole we entered through.

I let him climb up first, then I follow him, grateful to finally breathe some proper fresh air after being stuck in such a stuffy place for the past while.

I watch as JJ stands with his hands on his knees, taking deep breaths.

"Need anything?" I ask him awkwardly, not entirely sure what I should do in this situation.

He nods, closing his eyes and swallowing. "My pills, that's why I need Cook. He has them."

I run my hand through my hair. "I have no idea where he could be, I'm sorry," I mumble. "He's probably off his head as we speak."

Just as I say that, the manhole cover opens and Cook appears from it as if I've summoned him.

"'Ey up, women!" He slurs, stumbling over to us, a half empty bottle of vodka in his hand. He smells heavily of drink, and his pupils are massive.

"Cook, what are you on?" JJ asks worriedly.

Cook laughs and taps his nose. "That's for me to know and you to never find out, my friend."

He throws his arm around me, pushing a loose strand of hair out of my face. "What you doing out here, babes?"

"JJ was getting a bit freaked out," I explain. "He said you have his pills."

He widens his eyes as if he'd forgotten. "Of course I do, I'm shit, JJ man," he mumbles. "Sorry for leaving you behind."

JJ shrugs. "It's alright, Cook."

Cook tightens his grip around me, shaking me a little. "It's a good thing you had Evie here to look after you, eh?"

JJ smiles awkwardly, looking away. I gently lift Cook's arm off of me.

"Can JJ have his pills, now?"

Cook pats his pockets, feeling around for them. He pulls out a slim packet and hands it over to JJ. "There we go, man, sorry you got a bit spooked."

JJ shakes his head, popping two pills into his mouth and swallowing them. "It's fine, Cook, honestly. I'm not helpless."

Cook pulls JJ into a hug. "I know you aren't, J," he murmurs. "You're more responsible than me."

JJ smirks, pulling out of the hug. "Where's everybody else?"

"Trying to reach my level of fucked," Cook laughs. He nudges me playfully. "Why aren't you on anything, Lewis?"

I shrug at him. "Haven't gotten the chance, have I?"

"You sell all your ganj?" He asks me, pulling out a wad of cash from his other pocket.

I nod, taking out the £90 I made also.

"Sweet," Cook grins, taking it from me. "That'll sort that Thomas kid out, no bothers."

"Great," I smile.

"I-I think I'm gonna head home, guys," JJ stutters. "Thanks for looking after me, Eve, thanks for my pills, Cookie."

I give him a small hug. "No problem, anytime."

Cook ruffles his hair in response, receiving a slightly annoyed look.

"You sure you'll be okay, you know, with walking home and that?" I ask him, and he nods.

"Don't worry about me," he laughs.

Cook grins. "I'd trust J to navigate me to the end of the fucking earth, he'll be fine, trust."

We both wave at JJ as he heads the opposite way to go home.

I stand in the dark, my arms crossed, scuffing my feet on the tarmac awkwardly. I look up at the sound of Cook laughing to himself.

"I'm really, really fucked," he chuckles, gazing at me.

I nod at him awkwardly, smiling. "I'm jealous."

He steps closer to me, fiddling with the fabric of my skirt. "Yeah, it's fun. Being fucked."

I nod again, not sure what to say. His eyes are cloudy, yet they're searching mine.

"I have another tab of ecstasy," he raises his eyebrows at me, taking a small baggy containing an even smaller pill out of his pocket.

"Was gonna save it for when this wears off a bit, but you can have it if you want."

I widen my eyes in surprise at him. "Really?"

He nods, smiling. "Really."

"Thanks, Cook," I beam at him, as he opens the baggie and takes out the little pill.

"Come here," he beckons, placing the pill on the tip of his tongue, and tilting my chin up with his finger.

I stare at him, my heart beating profusely. He gently guides my head toward his, and our lips meet, then our tongues. I take the pill off of his tongue with my own, as he deepens the kiss.

What am I doing?

It feels so right but I know it's so wrong. I don't know what's going on between Cook and Effy, but there's definitely something there. I don't want to be the one to interfere.

I pull out quickly and swallow the pill, letting my hair hide my face.

Cook laughs again, then suddenly stops. I look up at him as his expression changes, completely unreadable.

"I'm waiting for Eff to come, by the way," he mumbles.

I stare at him disdainfully. You've got to be taking the fucking piss.

"You're unbelievable, Cook," I spit, shoving past him roughly and walking away as fast as I can, refusing to look back.

He didn't even try to get me to come back.

He simply just stands there, hands in his pockets, waiting for Effy's arrival.