(Jay) I can't help feeling the way I do.
I don't think she feels the same way.
Right now, I have got my lips on lockdown.
Can't upset Jay.
It's a matter of time.
You just want to look nice for Cody.
I don't even like him that much, and everyone's mad
as if I'm in love with him.
Who gives a fuck if she goes upstairs?
I'm terribly strong and I can't do anymore.
My biggest fear is getting wrinkles.
I am a Geordie girl with a VIP edge.
I should have a degree in pulling women.
I would never kiss anyone without a six-pack.
The hardest draft I've ever done is doing hair.
I can tore off the back legs off a donkey.
Dressed to impress, that's me.
I'm fit, I'm flirty, and I've got double "F"s.
(all) Geordie Shore!
¶
I'm having the best time over girls.
They were having a mint time.
I didn't even know Holly was missing.
I didn't notice Holly was missing.
Really didn't realize.
¶
It's obvious that me and Vicky like each other.
We're spending loads of time with each other.
And we feel it start to kick in
and jealousy start to kick in with it.
¶
Vicky's like a really flirty girl.
She goes up, talks to lads, they holding hands.
She doesn't realize she's doing it.
When Jere is like such a jealous person,
he doesn't like talking to people.
That's just Vicky.
She has to deal with that if he really likes her.
(Vicky) I know a lot of people, so when I see lad mates,
I'm give them a call, I'm gonna say hello.
They're gonna get a kiss on the cheek.
Like he's got to accept that.
Everyone's enjoying themself.
Lads cracking on all the birds
and I pretty much having to shit one.
¶
I'm on a bit of a downer.
Vicky's going around talking to lads and stuff like that.
And I was just like, right, one rule for her
and another one for me.
Jay comes booling over,
"I need to speak to you, I want to speak to you,
I want to speak to you,"
so we went outside the smoking area.
I am so strict when it comes to,
if someone wants to be with me, that's fine.
If someone wants to crack on me, that's fine.
Then fuck right off.
You know what, she didn't even let us finish.
She just went-- she just kicked right off.
"I can't deal with this anymore, Vicky.
I can't deal with it."
Deal with fuckin' what?
You just can't have it like that,
do you know what I mean?
She can't be doing what she wants with--
do you know what I mean?
And me having to be fucking tied down, all that shit.
So from that moment, single Vicky came out,
and single Vicky is wild.
It was like a possessed, like "The Exorcist."
I'm over it,
and I've got every intention of doing whatever the fuck I want now.
It's gonna be wild. Trust us.
I'm standing there five minutes later after that,
there's Vicky dancing with some lad and I thought,
"Do you know what? Two can play that game."
¶
There's gonna be fireworks tonight.
I'm keeping out the way.
Aye, Jay and Vicky there really loved up like, hmm.
Start dancing with a few of the hostesses in there.
Got one of their numbers.
I spotted Jay trying to get some bird's number.
And it really bothered.
(Vicky) You Jay's lass?
(woman) Jay's lass.
This, Jay's lass.
(woman) Oh?
Jay's lass.
Hey, you're Jay's lass.
I'm just like, "Whoa, what's going on?
I'm not Jay's lass. This is Jay's lass.
Me and Vicky looked a little bit stupid
'cause...
(Jay) Vic.
I don't want to speak to you.
Go fuck yourself, Jay. I want to go home.
Come here.
No, go fuck yourself.
Come here, man. Vicky V.
Go fuck yourself. Go fuck yourself.
Take an angel in a devil situation,
like they can be together and be so all over each other,
and then they can just clash
like big waves clashing together.
I've had longer relationships with a pair of socks.
I don't care about you.
Fuck off, then?
I'm dying to fuck off.
I've got like serious flashbacks
of Jay being really, really nasty
and me being just as nasty back.
I couldn't care less about you, man.
Go fuck yourself.
Fuck off, Jay. Fuck off!
We're just fucking clashing, totally clashing.
Jay, get someone to pay for my taxi.
How am I gonna get someone to pay for your taxi?
Just fucking go ask someone to pay for me fucking taxi.
Fuck off.
You want a taxi, do it yourself.
I'm not fucking doing it.
¶ You think that I...
We're all drinking, having a good time.
Gary's with a girl.
I'm like, "Shit, I need to find someone now.
"I need to find someone
so everyone knows I'm not in love with Gary."
¶ I think you need time to...
Charlotte last night, she was desperate to pull.
She needed a pull to stop this thing with Gary.
¶
I found someone.
Can't remember what his name was.
He was nice, though.
Charlotte thinks the story's ending here.
Well, she's wrong.
She might want it to, but I know for a fact
if I want the story to continue in a week's time,
there won't be a problem.
¶
We all come back to the house, and all the sudden,
Charlotte runs up to the guest room.
So we all like absolutely are like, "Yes, go on.
"She's doing it.
Go on, lass. This is what we want."
¶
Doesn't bother me the slightest.
She's doing the wrong thing first.
So straightaway, that's my escape route out.
I'm out, no more, that's it, done.
I didn't even have sex with him.
I do this thing, right, and Gary hears that I was in the bedroom drunk
and I just fall asleep straightaway
and start snoring.
That's what I did in the room.
(electrical charge buzzing)
If you don't get out of my face right now,
I'm gonna fucking hit you. Go on, go on then.
Me and Jay argued all night.
Vicky, you're a hard, fierce little thing.
So what?
You must be upset or hurt or something.
I'm fucking sick of feeling like that.
She doesn't want to speak the words.
I'm just in a complete fucked up situation.
Stay there, fuck someone else there.
I don't care, Jay. Do what you want.
'Cause I literally got all sorts of nasty things
planned for you for the rest of this fucking duration.
I've got a horrible tongue when I get going,
and there's no chance anyone's gonna mug me off in an argument.
I have 30 minutes where I probably could.
Now I will never fucking think about it again.
Why don't you molt it off, man?
(Jay) I didn't come to Geordie Shore to argue.
That was the last thing I wanted to do.
She's going on as if I'm in the wrong,
but she's just as much in the wrong as I am.
¶
We're all in the house.
Holly wasn't there.
We still didn't realize she was gone.
I wasn't really bothered.
To be honest, it was the last thing on me mind.
I mean, I didn't-- I--
not one point realized Holly was not there.
¶
What time is it?
Actually feel like I want to cry a bit?
What?
What's wrong?
(Charlotte) I find this little note that says,
"I am sorry. I love you.
Hol" with a kiss.
And like I just start crying.
So I look at her wardrobe and none of her things are there.
She was really nice
and like no one really give her a chance.
I know I said she should go,
but I never actually thought she would.
Holly left a little note this morning saying,
"I am sorry. I love you.
Hol," kiss.
Is she gone? She's gone.
Fuck, I didn't even notice.
To be honest, she's probably just feeling left out,
pissed off, you know what I mean?
Not interacting with the group.
Not getting on with people.
And she probably just thought enough's enough
and decided to piss off.
She just said that, and like every time she spoke,
she felt like you's didn't--
Because she wasn't being herself.
She was saying things she thought we wanted to hear.
All she would talk about was her tits.
We never really knew the real Holly, so she didn't fit in.
That's why she had to leave.
She would come in and be like, "Ah... (mimics burping)
"That was a good burp.
Ooh, me tit's hanging out."
The lads have been horrible about this,
and they wouldn't even know if she was still here or not.
You know, that's not nice.
The lad's are fucking-right dicks.
Why?
All of Holly...
They don't give a shit. They don't give a shit.
Like she's never did anything wrong.
And she just went.
And everyone was horrible.
I don't think you can like romanticize her
now that she's gone.
You can't do, "She never did anything wrong.
She was the nicest bird in the house."
'Cause that's bullshit and we all know it.
We all know she got under our skin.
If I'd known it was gonna end like this,
I probably would have made more of an effort.
Do you think she'll come back for the rest of her stuff then?
Ooh, I like them shorts.
I do like them shorts.
Little nauticals. Yeah.
That skirt is what I like, that skirt.
¶
This morning, there was a load of tension between Jay and Vicky.
(chatter)
I hear tension in the house and I can feel it.
They're not looking at each other.
They're not talking.
It's horrible.
I think some people might just be a little bit sensitive,
but I'm speaking to him like a smile when I come downstairs,
say "Good morning."
If there's any tension in the house,
he's fucking causing it.
If Jay and Vicky don't nip it in the bud,
the whole household's gonna suffer.
Yeah, I've tried to talk to Vicky,
see what the crack is,
and we just have to take it from there.
Whether she talks to us or not, I don't know.
Grab anything that looks like mine out me room.
Oh, my God, this is the last thing I want to be doing
on a home like this.
She's moved all her stuff into our room now
because obviously Holly's gone and there's a spare bed.
She's single now. She's one of us.
There's just a big divorce.
We've got like the Three Musketeers properly together now--
me, Charlotte, and Sophie in the room together.
We're gonna be a force to be reckoned with now,
especially 'cause I am 110% single
and doing whatever the fuck I want.
¶
There's this massive tension in the house,
and you can feel it.
There's not loads of tension.
Like I'll speak to him.
I'll talk to him about the weather.
I'll talk to him about politics.
I'll go on about... I'll talk about anything.
The fact of the matter is, I'm not going to sit
and have some sort of like emotional breakdown
over what happened last night.
I'm not doing it.
Who the fuck did he think he was coming around
giving me advice in that?
Dr. Greg? I don't think so, Trisha.
He doesn't want the tension that you draw.
Don't even try and say there's not tension, right
'cause there's tension.
What does he want us to do about it?
You have to totally clear the air about it
or what's going to happen in the future as well.
Just clearing the air so you can be civil with each other.
Yeah, all right, I might like chat only then.
Might chat with him? Or are you gonna chat?
All right, Dad. Okay.
Are you gonna do it? Promise.
Yeah, yeah, I promise. Pinkies.
So I'll just be totally normal there.
He may be a Suzy sensitive,
but I am like not into that whatsoever.
Emotions, gone.
(Jay) You don't want to talk?
That was just all I had to say.
That's it?
Why are you mad?
I'm not mad. I wanted to tell you this morning.
Well, I didn't want to talk to you this morning.
It's not me that was mad, Vicky, it was you.
You are the one who like-- What did I say?
I said I'm not going to talk about this, Jay.
I just don't want there to be tension in the house.
All right, then we'll leave it that way.
Deal.
It's got to be the end, do you know what I mean?
Otherwise we're just gonna carry on,
going on the way we're going on.
(Sophie) Vicky and Jay,
it's the light-bulb switch, isn't it?
I don't know whether it's on, is it off?
The light bulb's on, the light bulb's off.
Let's see.
¶
(Greg) Me and James are going out.
After all this drama, we need to get out of here.
This is time to prove now.
Step up to the plate, show what you can really do.
He said he can do it all, poor birds.
Let's see if it's not all talk.
(chatter)
It's the big night out.
Me and Greg hit Spy Bar and Jesmond.
I'm literally gonna top as soon as I walk through the door.
¶
Me and him walk into Spy Bar expecting big things tonight.
Blokes, blokes, blokes, blokes, blokes.
The football's on, man.
He's killed us, huh?
There's no one here.
What a shit start a night that is.
(chatter)
(chuckling)
All right, what is your name?
Eve. Eve, how are you?
I'm way out with Spy Bar.
Like one of the barmaids was quite fit.
So Greg struts over, giving her big licks.
What are you doing tomorrow night?
Um... yeah.
What? I'm away.
When you off?
12:00.
Will you go out with me?
I'm sorry, I've got a boyfriend.
Big custard pie.
Sorry.
All right, nice meeting you.
You, too.
Killer. Absolute killer.
Red face, out the door.
¶
You gonna make this phone call?
I actually have to go upstairs.
Actually, I'm scared.
(laughs)
Last night, Wildy I've known for about seven years.
Couldn't care who else is in there.
I was like right it down now.
Oh, she's definitely girlfriend material.
Charlotte, why you fuming?
(all talking at once)
Charlotte's actually crying.
I did have a soft spot for Gaz.
Was more like a flame.
But Gaz has pissed on that flame.
The wind has came and blew the ashes away,
and now, frankly, I could not give a flying fuck.
(line ringing)
(woman on phone) Hello?
For me, I never ring girls.
I do never hardly go on dates.
Face-to-face dates I've probably had about five in me life.
What are you doing tomorrow night?
(woman) Nothing I don't think.
Let's have some food and then go out after,
'cause actually all the lads and I are going out after.
(woman) All right, okay.
What are you thinking?
I'm not sure.
I'll get like a table, then I'll ring you back.
(Vicky) Gaz is an absolute pipe.
This whole little "Hello, Charlotte,
I want to pull out people, but I want who to not pull."
Bye.
Whew.
(girls laughing)
You sounded nervous.
I'm sweating.
With Charlotte...
You can't play a player at his own games.
So shit's not happening
and there's no way I'm going there again,
just to annoy her.
¶
(chatter)
Whoa!
We're the only people in.
(chatter and laughter)
I'm like, "We'll go there and it's rammed wall-to-wall funny."
There was nothing.
To the best day ever.
Not a fucking soul in the place,
waste of time, waste of drink,
waste of money.
(chatter)
¶
We've decided, me and the girls
are gonna go on a triple date.
Hi, Anna babe, it's Vicky.
I know that Anna has like good-looking boys.
I know she knows some 'cause she does like that...
Are you all right?
(Anna on phone) I am, and you?
Not too bad.
The three lasses were trying to get a date, sort of, for tomorrow night,
and we're sick of the tongue and tone.
So I'm hoping you can sort of... with some decent-looking lads.
(Jay) There's nothing like a woman scorned.
She's just showing how bitter she is about it.
Straight, and we only argued last night.
Next day, she's trying to go on a date with lads.
Handsome, muscle, great.
Gentlemen.
(Anna) Right, that's not a problem.
I do know gentlemen.
She says the lads she's got waiting for her
make the lads in this house
look like ugly, fat, middle-age troglodytes.
You are so on the ball.
I just want to bring a boy back
who can actually match up to them.
Like who can actually turn around
and like be threatened by.
She was...
Her boss is setting us up.
Dates-- what more can you ask for?
I'm confident. I'm absolutely buzzing, girls.
I feel sick of this.
I enjoy this.
The best part of my like completely 110% legitimate single status
is that I can now creep the fuck out of Newcastle once again.
¶
(chatter)
So we go to this place,
see if there's any birds in there.
We were there the night before
when it was rammed.
¶
There's literally ten people in.
Desperate times, I see this bird,
she looks decent from the side of the bar,
quite far away.
The "friend" goes to the bar.
She's with her mum.
Like, "James, take one for the team."
Couldn't understand her. She was Scottish.
Couldn't understand a word she was saying.
"Let's go to the bar."
There's no birds in there, so I thought, right,
and we'll just go on, like.
Chicken wrap and pizza.
Gym in the morning.
Ah, definitely.
Gym in the morning.
(chatter)
Hey, man, cheers.
We're going out expecting big, big things.
The pressure's on us tonight.
We bring back a pizza, a margarita pizza...
¶
Lately we've been having lie-ins,
and we've been sleeping in
and been just enjoying the life,
not the day.
I have to work again?
You're not going to believe whose turn is to tidy.
Is it ours? Yep.
It's like being back at home
on the normal 9:00-to-5:00 shift.
Okay, let's just go. Come on.
Gary annoys us most of the time.
He just came into the bed this morning
'cause we had some secrets to tell.
She's slowing getting Jay wrapped around her little finger,
and I just don't want Jay to get hurt.
I think it's all gonna be okay
because I think Jay is gonna turn the cards around
and is gonna end up catching on very soon.
So I don't think I'll be feeling sorry for him much longer.
What's the big green thing?
Hmm, interesting.
Are you gonna be doing some leaflet?
State agents and a solicitor, right?
Anna is as sneaky as Greg.
Like telling me, "Are you gonna be leafleting
for solicitors and state agents?"
I thought there might have been some level of prestige
involved in the job
or at least something where it would keep me bust her dignity.
¶
I'm a state agent.
Our job today was walk around a center
dressed as fucking twats.
¶
... agent.
Now, Vicky's got men cracked with the whole thing.
She can make up jokes.
And I'm like, I don't really know what to say,
so I'm walking around going...
Have you lost the will to live?
Take one of these.
(laughs)
And I thought it was really, really fun,
but I realized it was quite abusive
and I was getting really, really funny looks.
You can seriously not say that to like...
"Lost the will to live?" Right.
¶
(Jay) At the moment, Geordie Shore is a man's world,
you know what I mean?
We're doing it, we're going out shopping,
we're hitting the gym, we're doing the birds,
we're looking good.
Fuck no, Vicky.
She's lovely as fucking...
Too fierce with her.
I've been caught with Vicky for the past two weeks.
Didn't know whether I was doing the right from the wrong thing.
Turned out to be the wrong thing.
The girls are going out tonight.
I bet you there'll be three lads back here.
I reckon they're gonna get three lads to make us look ugly.
'Cause they feel put down,
they're trying to make us feel put down.
That's what they're trying to do.
And it's not gonna happen.
Birds act desperately to ring fucking Anna
to get like lads down, you know what I mean?
How stupid does that look?
If I walked into a bar with them, fuck no.
(laughter)
You'd have to be... out here.
Fucking right.
(laughs)
Not really our loss, to be honest.
¶
I've never been on a blind date, have you?
No...
(Charlotte) I'm really excited for this triple date.
I can say that in the past two days, I've forgotten about Gary.
¶
Hi.
Lads are really, really nice.
Good impressions.
Hi, I'm Ruben.
Hi, I'm Sophie.
But I'm stuck with the man that speaks
the same accent as me dad.
How old are you?
28. Hmm?
And you?
You look younger. 21.
21? Maybe.
(girl) How old are you?
28.
I thought Anna would have much better taste than that.
I was expecting them to be these hunks.
I didn't mean no...
Really? Not really.
Did you think we were probably ugly?
Anna set me up with a guy called Jamie,
who turned out to be quite good-looking,
really like, really quite handsome.
I really did do the best out of that.
What do you do at uni?
Cultural studies.
Is it very cultural?
I'm quite a bit cultural.
(chatter)
(Sophie) I couldn't be ass with them.
I actually couldn't.
I just wanted to go and have a good night with my boys,
have a dance, have a laugh,
pull a fit lad if I can.
End of night.
To Geordie Shore.
(all) To Geordie Shore.
Cheers.
¶
I wish Gary the best of luck on his date tonight.
He will be fine.
She's my type, little tiny bird.
For once, I'm actually so excited to go on a date.
I didn't want to kiss the first meal.
You don't want to be leaning on the table,
trying to smack the lips on them.
So play it cool, a few drinks.
Got drinks flowing.
Start holding hands, have a bit tache on.
And that's where I see the night start going.
¶
We took our dates to Orso.
The guys reacted exactly the way I thought they would.
G was like overly friendly, like, "All right,
nice to meet you, man."
Yeah, shock.
All three of them were just total flops.
Total flops, all three of them.
I think Vicky's was all right, but to be honest,
I think she's just trying to make herself feel a bit better.
James and Greg were nice to their faces,
then turned around straight behind their back
and went, "What are you doing with him?"
Blah, blah, blah.
(crowd cheering)
(chatter)
Gary and his date walks in, and she's nice.
I wouldn't even know as if I was walking down the street.
Like the old ... about worlds, these worlds, these worlds,
and he walks in with an in-betweener.
I'm sure she had like auburn hair.
She was like orangutans.
Their hair, it's not ginger,
it's like this auburn-y, brown-y, orange-y color.
Charlotte wears a lot of makeup, all that kind of stuff.
And no effort in the hair.
Holly came out with hair to one side.
Little bit of makeup on.
Probably would have been amazing,
so it would have been intimidating for Charlotte
if she still has feelings for him.
Girls, at the end of the day, would get jealous.
She's gonna be a little bit jealous about that girl
that he took on a date,
'cause he didn't take her on a date.
They didn't have a date together.
He just fucked her, then fucked her off.
¶
Pressure's on with the lads, pull the night.
I see Tosha who I'm sporting the week before.
So I just grab her, kick back a beer,
drinking drinks with her.
She's coming back, I've pulled.
¶
It was the weirdest night ever.
I didn't enjoy it, to be honest with you.
G was with a girl that he met before.
Vicky's with another boy.
And Gary's sitting there with a girl as well.
The lads are sitting with other girls.
We're sitting with other boys.
It shouldn't be like that.
It should be us all together having a laugh.
We're a family, you know what I mean?
¶
You constantly... it's just different people
are gonna take different times and it's different approaches.
That's what I do-- I meet girls.
It's going out, it's fun, it's--
I wouldn't change it for the world.
¶
So, in the club, dancing around.
I'm actually kissing my boy.
I was obviously really drunk
because I only saw him as a friend.
¶
What's he doing wrong?
Nick, Nick hasn't done anything wrong.
He's such a cool crack, right?
He's...
Second best...
He couldn't care less about you's.
Everyone I'm going out with,
comparing to the boys who we live with,
that's what me and Sophie are doing.
We're actually sitting there saying, "I just can't wait
to get back with our lads."
I just don't understand the obsession right now
with-- with "our lads"
who couldn't actually give a fuck about us.
Vicky keeps saying that they don't even like us.
I really enjoyed that date and situation.
I really enjoyed the chance to get out,
meet some new people,
whereas all they seem to want to do
is go back with the guys, the guys from the house.
I don't give a fuck if we come out...
Don't get us wrong. I love the lads.
But just think they give us a fucking second thought
when they pulling.
¶
(singing)
(Vicky) Charlotte, worst song I've ever heard in me life.
Worst song I've ever heard in me life.
(gasps) Shit.
This sausage is crying for his family.
This sausage is with its family!
It's partying!
(Vicky) Me and Jay are totally single,
like free agents in that.
So no hard feelings.
(chatter)
(Jay) So now I've got the room, Vicky's moved out.
A room to meself.
That's like the second guest room,
do you know what I mean?
So I can bang up there and do what I want.
Then no one can say jack shit.
Like that's all me...
washing...
folded.
Vicky, she's not as cross as the lads
as me and Charlotte are.
¶ Brig's our favorite Brig's our favorite ¶
No.
(laughter)
You know, I think it's with the G thing
'cause they have teamed up with G
and all they've got G's back
and things like that.
Vicky said that...
she's being cheerful.
Well, you said that you and G are our favorite.
(chatter)
What she said. That's what she said.
What a two-faced bitch.
This is my family now,
and I would never pick me mom over me dad.
So I would never, ever pick the girls over the boys.
Just think Vicky's a bit too fierce.
She'll be like... to all.
And then the next minute, the girls will be like,
"Ah, Vicky, you're slogging yourself,"
seeing that we're only like friends with them,
just to... and stuff.
Like they don't give a shit about them on nights out.
No, I'm not being funny, mate.
But Vicky is one evil, horrible, twisted cow, you know what I mean?
Jay doesn't deserve-- doesn't deserve being treated
they way she would treat him.
Last I was in here, she was sleeping there.
No.
Yeah, she was...
Honestly, you cannot touch it.
You know what was my foreplay, talking about fucking Vicky.
What a nightmare. (chuckles)
¶
(doorbell rings)
Ding-dong!
Come pick the worst doorbell ever.
(girls) Wow!
(whirring)
In Newcastle, the girls are very, very competitive.
Fake hair, fake eyelashes, fake tan, fake nails.
You know, I love the fake look.
(laughs)
(chuckles)
If you've got nice back on you,
then get them out.
You know, why would you hide what you've got?
(Vicky) No, you don't.
I got the shock of my life...
came downstairs half asleep,
I see Sophie stark naked
getting spray-tanned...
Greg!
Yo.
I need more...
I was, I was a...
Until?
(chuckles)
Geordie blokes are not free to say,
if they think you're good-looking, they'll go,
"All right, love, you're fucking..."
(chanting)
But if you mean it,
yeah, love, sort your fucking life out...
Gonna smell like lovely biscuits...
(whirring)
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Got a bad feeling back tonight.
I don't want to think about everyone drunk
and then everyone kissing,
then all the love squares, circles, hexagons,
everything else going on.
Then all of the fights and then the tears.
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Me and Charlotte just having a little...
Vicky disappeared for a little bit.
And I just thought she was at the club with her friend.
You know, she knows a couple of people in that club,
so I thought she might be trotting.
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I found out that everyone had been talking about us behind me back.
So the instant reaction was to just tell the girls
to go fuck themselves.
¶
All of the sudden, she approaches us
and goes absolutely psycho.
¶ Everybody has a bad day sometime ¶
¶ And even when you're in a bad way ¶
¶ Just keep trying
¶ 'Cause someday the sun's gonna shine... ¶
She was like, "You've been fucking slaggers off to the lads.
You've been two-faced and all this."
And I was like, "Whoa, I've turned..."
¶ Because there's no use crying ¶
¶ Someday the sun's gonna shine upon you... ¶
The girls are all kicking off of each other.
I just thought, Whoa, I'm not getting involved with this.
Like let them get on with this.
Don't fancy black eyes, like I need to pull.
¶ I'm gonna party until the sun comes up... ¶
She just was...
She's going, "These aren't my friends, these aren't my friends.
I want to go home. I want to see my real friends."
(chatter)
You went back to the lads and went, "Vicky says..."
I think I've got mates.
I'm in a house where no one gives a fucking shit.
The lads don't care about...
They don't care what we look like.
And what, now everyone's talking about it.
I start to listen, then she starts saying about
how me and the boys have been slogging them off.
Vicky's name wasn't mentioned in a bad way.
Girls, what a two-faced bitch.
You would literally just mention
so Jay would constantly say it.
I said to you, I said the lads don't care if you pull.
The lads don't care.
The lads don't care if I pull...
"Vicky says this," 'cause that's what I've been called.
And I have been told that everyone's talking about us
behind me fucking backs.
(all arguing)
I honestly cannot believe that.
Just screaming, just shouting.
I mean, she was already angry before this.
And I can't really be bothered, to be honest.
Why is this going on when everyone's drunk?
(all arguing)
I've just been told that everybody's talking about us behind me back.
So I just think, What are you doing?
Why are you being like this?
It's happening every night,
just getting angry about something.
She can't just have a good night.
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These people were people who I was starting to trust
and like and want to spend time with.
And now they've betrayed me trust,
made us look stupid, made us feel stupid,
and they've all done it together.
I've got no time for them now.
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Vicky was being horrible.
(chatter)
Jay said to us that you's didn't like us,
and we told you's, and he's like, "What?"
Think about it, think about it.
Come on, we fucking love you's, like.
Loyal.
But the way that Vicky says it's just proper persuading
just like when the boys are getting the girls.
It's going a bit like Chinese whispers now.
Vicky's getting a little bit...
She's feeling a bit left out.
She feels like she's got no one.
And you know, it's not nice to feel like that at all.
Holly felt like that.
Vicky I couldn't give a fuck.
Honestly, when I first met her,
I thought Vicky was unreal.
(all talking at once)
It's shit.
(whispering)
Vicky's an absolute bitch.
She's crying, she's upset,
she doesn't know what the fuck's going on.
It was pretty hard to see 'cause obviously she has a massive character
and she is a strong person.
This is why I'm fucking here--
to sort it out.
I can't, I can't, I can't.
Vick, Vick, Vick.
Jay, please don't get mad at me.
I'm not mad at you.
Just think that everyone's against her,
and all she wants to do is just like get out of it,
pack her stuff, and leave.
Vick, you're gonna have to do it, babe.
I'm going. You're not.
No, no, no. You've got no idea how much I want...
I'm going.
I will not stay. I can't stay.
I can't stay.
I don't want to spend time with people
who talk about us behind me back.
I don't want to share a room with girls
who are more bothered about what a group of guys think about them
than what a real girl mate cares-- thinks about them and says.
I don't understand what's gone on.
And I don't understand how it's me who's--
out of everyone it's me who's being like--
who's being spoke about.
I want to-- I want to go.
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(Vicky) I'm with these people a lot now.
When I do care what they think,
and like that's what's hurting me feelings most
is 'cause I did care a little bit.
I do-- I do care what they think.
We're actually lucky we got out of that place alive.
It's insane, like he's literally...
I'm still going back for more.
So I'm just a glutton for punishment.
(Charlotte) Morning.
What the fuck?
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