Ms. Lacey Luther

She Does

A Skins fanfiction by LaceyLuther

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Not very many people understood Effy Stonem. But he did. Not very many people liked Effy Stonem. But he did. Effy Stonem didn’t like very many people, but she liked him. Lord knows what it was about her that attracted him to her; she was an alarmingly quiet pyromaniac, not the best type of girl out there. Yet he managed to see past her silence, he seemed to deem her worthy of his attention. Or maybe it wasn’t something inside he was seeing, but just all outside, for all her sixteen years Effy was becoming quite the little slut. She didn’t sleep around often of course, but enough to be branded a skank for the rest of her educational days.

She wasn’t sure she’d felt this strongly about a boy before, never ever. She smiled briefly when she thought back to the time she first met him, that fat bloke she was supposed to know the name of introduced them. Spencer. Even the name was sexy. She smirked slightly, her thoughts moving on to the events after her and Spencer’s realise from jail. The van. The drugs. Her friend’s non-stop chatter. The sports club rave. That injection…and then, nothing. Well, not until the hospital…she frowned now eyes glazing over as she got caught deeper in thought.

She’d been told off more than once for daydreaming in class, although when asked to explain her actions she always said nothing. She liked watching as the veins in the foreheads of her teachers started throbbing; it must be a teacher thing because they all did it. “Miss Stonem!” The sharp, curt voice of her Italian teacher failed to grab Effy’s attention, oh she heard it of course – but chose to ignore it.

“Miss Stonem!” It was that voice again; it reminded Effy of chalk scraping against a black board. Something in her brain realised the boys and girls around her were starting to stare, to snigger behind their hands. She didn’t care, she never did – she only wondered how it could still be so amusing even now. Her eyes moved away from the spot of light grey wall, it was meant to be white but the school building was years old, so the dirt coating the walls was likely to be years old too. Somewhere on the wall there was neat handwriting in pink felt tip ‘Johnny 4 Eliza 4eva’ how romantic.

Effy looked at her teacher, Mrs Hudson, a pretty young teacher who was obviously twenty-eight going on forty. A pity really, Effy suspected she’s be quite beautiful if she were high. Effy often thought like that, trying to guess how people looked when they were relaxed, and no one was ever as relaxed as they were when they had drugs running through their system. Again Mrs Hudson spoke Effy’s name, her voice now sounding like wailing cats.

Effy let a small smile tug at the corners of her lips, although it was more smirk that smile. “Yes Miss?” She asked, knowing full well ‘Miss’ instead of ‘Mrs Hudson’ really wound the young teacher up. It really did this time, Mrs Hudson’s cheeks turned a light pink colour, more in annoyance than anything else though, she grabbed Effy’s upper arm roughly and yanked her from her chair. “What is so funny, Miss Stonem?” She demanded, her voice was going high-pitched like it always did when she was annoyed.

Effy squirmed uncharacteristically in Mrs Hudson’s talon like grip; her mouth remained closed this time as was usually the look for the sixteen year old. Mrs Hudson let go of her student and turned her back on her, the other students were watching the entire scene play out. “Were you listening at all to what I was saying, Miss Stonem?” Mrs Hudson asked. Her question met silence as all eyes, a wide range of colours, moved to Effy who was now lowering herself gracefully into her chair.

“I see…” Mrs Hudson muttered to herself, as yet again Effy refused to answer. “Miss Stonem, please stay back after class; I’d like a few words with you.” That was all that was said on the matter. The class moved forward at a steady pace for the remainder of the forty-five minute long period, after which all the students were to run along to the lunch hall.

Effy spent the time zoning in and out of her little world, a strange place indeed; colourful most of the time, but it had a very dark area too, very few saw into this world at all. Spencer was the most important of those ‘very few’, by far. Tony was very jealous, Effy was sure of that as well.

Tony was just the wanker he always was of course, obviously she had been worried about him after the accident but that was a while back now. Almost a year ago that all happened, now she just sat hoping maybe, just maybe being hit by a bus had knocked some sense into Tony. Effy genuinely liked Michelle, she understood her well and Effy felt alright not speaking around her, not that she could if she wanted. Michelle was like a budgie on speed most of the time.

As for the others, Sid, Jal, Maxxie…all of them, Effy didn’t think they had done anything to deserve a friend like Tony. She loved her brother, he was the only family member she had who knew what she was about; didn’t pin her down as an innocent little girl. Besides, he covered for her all the time…she had to love him for that alone.

Effy was ripped from her pleasant world by the unearthly drone of the school bell; lunchtime was like feeding time at the zoo only ten times messier. No one was surprised if a food fight broke out at least once a week here. That was the reason Effy went off school grounds for her lunch, she liked her uniform to be clean, thank you very much. She’d be lucky if she got any lunch at all today though, but of course she would; Mrs Hudson would want something to eat too.

Effy watched as the rest of the students practically ran towards the door, she moved her eyes back to Mrs Hudson who was leaning back on her desk, her brown eyes hidden behind thick red glasses, despite this Effy could slightly make out the large black pupils of her teachers eyes. She had lovely eyes, no doubt about that.

“Now Elizabeth,” Mrs Hudson spoke softly once the last of the students were out the door. Slowly she lifted herself from the desk and walked over to the seat next to Effy’s. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

Effy couldn’t stop the amused smirk from appearing on her thin lips, she shook her head slightly watching Mrs Hudson as she moved. What’s wrong? She’d lost count of how many times she had been asked that over the years, teachers, friends, parents and strangers…they all thought something was wrong. Everything was right with Effy, everything was perfect.

Mrs Hudson didn’t see it this way, obviously because she sighed deeply and leaned forward, resting a hand on Effy’s shoulder. “It’s alright, this is totally confidential.” She said gently. Since when had this hardass wannabe tyrant been so caring? For Effy of all people, the girl who constantly zoned out in classes and did her hardest to wind her up; why one time Effy had even been caught burning the back of the chair in front of her.

Effy shook her head again, she hated this woman, she loathed her because she saw it fitting to act as if she and Effy had been life-long friends. Effy was sixteen, seventeen this year…she didn’t have to hang around for this; she was practically a ‘real adult’ after all. Nearly fully legal. That brought her back to Spencer, she saw his face in her head, a cheeky suave smile on his lips; he wouldn’t have sex with her, she knew this because she had asked him only last week. He said they’d wait until she was old enough.

That had struck her as odd for two reasons; the first being that she was technically old enough, in the eyes of the law at least, and the second was that he didn’t seem like the type to have any problems fucking underage or younger girls. Goes to show she shouldn’t judge books by their beautiful covers. Her attention was brought back to Mrs Hudson by the sound of her chalk-on-blackboard-wailing-cats voice. Effy rolled her eyes, running her tongue along the backs of her clean teeth before she pushed herself up, the chair scraping on the floor as she pushed it back with her knees and shrugged Mrs Hudson’s hand away.

She ignored to angry voice of Mrs Hudson and walked out of the classroom, her bag slung over one shoulder. She stared straight ahead, surprisingly Mrs Hudson didn’t follow her, not that she cared either way. With the sudden feeling of power cam an idea, she didn’t need to be at any of the other classes after this one, she would pass them all easily anyway, so why not skip school for a bit? She hadn’t done it in a while, not since she was caught the last time.

Her father was at work right now, and her mother was staying with her sister because their mum had just died so she could nip home and get a change of clothes, that way it was less likely she’d be considered a truant. With a short nod to herself Effy power walked the rest of the way to the front entrance, thinking twice about it she turned and made her way to the side entrance she knew about; from there she could hop the side wall into the short alley way that ran along that side of the school.

The side entrance to the school was namely used for teachers and janitors, and since both were eating lunch right now, it was fairly easy for Effy to slip outside unnoticed. She was smirking to herself as she shut the door behind her, coming face to face with a tall wall. She glanced left then right before waiting to hear the sound of footsteps in the alley on the other side, there was none. Once she was happy that she was alone Effy tossed her bag over the wall before scaling it herself, even she had no idea how she managed – climbing had always been a strong point of hers.

She jumped down the other end, landing next to her bag, bending down she picked it up and slung it over her shoulder again, but not before she pulled her mobile out the front pocket. She flicked through her contacts, not even remembering half the people in there, she landing on Spencer’s number and hit the call button.

Holding the phone to her ear all she heard was the non-stop ringing tone, finally Spencer picked up, his voice warm in his usual smug greeting. “Why hello,” He said. Effy frowned lightly, not saying anything at first, Spencer didn’t mind at all because he continued speaking. “I suppose you’d like to meet later on? After school, my little bookworm?” He was teasing her, she had to laugh really, only she didn’t all he got was a tiny smile.

“Now, Starbucks, half an hour?” She questioned, Effy didn’t see the point in dragging out sentences, not when she could get her point across fine otherwise. She heard Spencer fiddling with a plastic bag over the phone, drugs most likely, he’d save some for her of course. “Skipping school? Rebel,” More teasing, Effy could hear the laughter in his tone as he carried on. “I’ll see you there.”

He got a slight moan in response before Effy hung up, barely catching the “Goodbye Effy.” He gave. She sighed to herself and started walking, out towards the back of the school – there was only houses at that end, if took her longer to get home but it was worth it if she didn’t get caught.

Copyright 2007 LaceyLuther. All rights reserved.

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