Caring Is Overrated

exam season started, lovelies. that means i will be slow and probably won’t be on here as often as usual. askbox is always open but be aware that my replies might take a bit!

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It wasn’t that she wasn’t used to being outside, it was that she wasn’t exactly used to choosing a pub to relax. But she’d been tired, and that pub had been the first place she saw to go in and sit down without being stared at too weirdly; she wasn’t supposed to strain her heard, yet there she was, heart beating quickly and frame resting on a chair now. She was so close to the spoken words that she actually thought they were directed at her. “Excuse me?” She asked, frowning in the other’s direction. 

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Cook was surprised at the female voice who had addressed him with such discontent. He looked up from his paper to see a redhead girl sitting all by herself on the table next to him. He imediately shook his head in response. “Nah, love, I didn’t mean... I’m just pissed off because I didn’t win anythin.” Though he definitely wouldn’t mind getting it on with her. She was gorgeous. “I’ve never seen ya around before - what’s your name?”

    {——Okay, that was starting to be      slightly scary. }                              “Can I help you?”

He blinked a couple of times before smiling, shaking his head as he did.

                    “Sorry. It’s just... ya know. You’re a girl.”

Effy squeezed her blue eyes shut as he inspected the wound, which now seemed a lot worse then she had once thought it was. “It’s not too bad.” She said, biting down on her lower lip.

“You don’t need to worry about me, Cook. I’ve been through a lot worse. We both know that.” She didn’t want Cook worrying about her, especially when he seemed a lot more beat up then she was. “We should worry about you first. That eye looks  like it’ll be a nice shiner.”

Effy had known the reason Cook had started the fight was because the creep at the end of the bar had been trying to make a move on her all night but, Cook had been in so much trouble in the past little while. The last thing he needed were the cops showing up. Effy didn’t want to  lose him over something so insignificant.

“Of course I worry about you, princess.” Cook frowned, gently touching her wound, deciding that they definitely needed to take care of that. He shrugged at her comment and laughed it off. “It’s alright. You birds love a good shiner, don’t cha?” Not that other girls mattered - not really. Yes, he did lots of stupid stuff but at the end of the day he did truly care for Effy. Geez, he was sounding way too sappy for his own good. “Come on - let’s take ya back to yours  and take care of that nasty cut. Is Anthea home?”

Despite what had happened, Cook was in a good mood. He had been able to kick some arse and to keep a creeper away from his girl. Not to mention the amount of alcohol he had drank or dancing with Effy. “Did ya have fun while it lasted?”

“Yeah, but I do it better.”

“Yeah, right. I’ll be right back - watch and learn, Finny.”

“Slim it, ya shuckface,” he huffed out, fighting to take in deep breaths. “I’ve been out in the damn maze all day with this scorching heat, an’ yet I still look better than your ugly lug,” 

“You wish.” Cook laughed, gently patting Minho’s back. “You know watcha need? A proper runner by your side. And guess what - I know the perfect candidate. Me!”