Like usual, after Effy would go back to choosing Freddy, Cook would go back to you, his second option. After nights of him coming to your house, knocking on your window to get your attention and you falling into it, letting him in and sleeping with him, one night he just didn’t show up..

DING.. A text came through. You had rushed over to your phone and slid up on the notification.

“Won’t b there, w Eff, mayb tmrw”

You just stared off at your phone and ignored him completely the next day until.. He’d come around to your house late at night around 12AM and knocked gently on your window, when you groaned, he’d grinned acknowledging you had been awake. Once you opened the blinds and slightly cracked open the window, he’d spoken up

“So.. shit hit the fan wif Effy.. but we still on yeah?”

You were a bit hurt and since he had completely blew you off for her, you started to realize how much he doesn’t care, how he couldn’t care less about you because she’ll always be his choice. Not you. You’d been interrupted by him while you were thinking as he spoke up,

“Hello? Ya gonna let me in?”

After a sigh, pushing the window more open for him to entire, the breeze came in and you could hear the crickets chirping off from a distance. Cook had jumped through the window crack and closed it, only to start undressing himself, tossing his polo onto your floor somewhere and his jeans elsewhere.

“Been pent up all day, I won’t lie..”

He’d looked over at you to see you glaring at him and still fully dressed in your jammies.

“Ohoho, so you want me to take off ya clothes this time alri—“

He’d been cut off when you had spoken up, so blunt and finally speaking up for yourself.