Love and Other Chemistry ♡ Trevor Zegras

6 | Milly

Part Six:
A Little Drunken Accident

Curling my knees to my chest, I rest my head against the wooden post of Trevor's front porch. It was currently three in the morning and I wasn't either brave enough or stupid enough to attempt to sneak into my own house. If my mother were to wake up to the scene of me tip-toeing through our main living area, my shoes in hand and my body language showing definite signs of intoxication, I'd be dead for the next rest-of-my-life.

And so, here I sat, my heart finally settling enough to let me relax as the embarrassment I felt from the encounter earlier between Trevor, myself and Jack wore off.

My phone vibrated for the bazillionth time in my lap, though I actively ignored it and instead let me eyes flutter closed in an attempt to stop my head from spinning. I was definitely never drinking beer again, or any alcoholic substance, for that matter.

I felt my phone chime once more, signalling a new message. Instantly, I knew it was Trevor. I mean, who else would be trying to get in contact with me at this time? It wasn't like I had any real friends that surrounded me, and it sure as hell wasn't someone like Jack. My stomach churned as the final moments of the party replayed in my mind. I may be drunk, but I wasn't completely oblivious.

Something between myself and Trevor had shifted tonight, something strange, and whether or not that shift lasted past the sun rising tomorrow morning or not . . . well, I guess I'd find out sooner or later. With any luck, the blue eyed boy wouldn't remember a thing, and we could continue on with our relationship as friends, or, whatever it was that we were before tonight.

I sighed deeply, willing myself to push all thoughts of Trevor from my mind.

It was the alcohol. That was the only reason anything had happened between us at all. His hands on my waist, the way his lips grazed my skin, his ragged breathing, it was all because of the beers we had both consumed. Nothing more, nothing less.

"Oh, shit," I sat up quickly, my ears perking at the sound of a mumbled swear. Then moments later, a few ruffled bushes and the sound of something solid hitting the ground. Squinting my eyes into the darkness of the deserted street before me, I tried my best to decipher where the voice could have come from. "Don't mind me, Mr. Trashcan."

Holding my breath, I watched as a very tall, very clumsy dirty blond boy with messy hair and a dreamy jawline stumbled his way towards his family home. He was drunk beyond words and giggling to himself like a child, causing my heart to race. I hated that I liked his laugh. I hated that I thought he was cute.

Stop it, Milly, it's just the damn alcohol putting thoughts in your head.

"Drunk words are sober thoughts," I whispered aloud, realising instantly my mistake and snapping my eyes closed to feign being asleep.

Trevor's attention was immediately on me as he cocked his head to the side in puzzlement. His brows furrowed as he took in my position, wondering to himself why I wasn't in my own bed, and instead perched up against the banister of his front steps. Of course, at the time I hadn't known this, and I kept my eyes tightly shut, hoping that if he saw that I was asleep, he would pretend he never saw me and continue on inside, forgetting I was ever here.

But, just my luck, Trevor was much more alert then people gave him credit for, and he crouched by my side the moment he laid eyes on me, reaching out with his fingers to tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

"Milly," he whispered, using both hands to lightly shake my shoulders. I kept my eyes closed and my lips turned down in a frown. "Milly? Wake up."

Suppressing the eyeroll that threatened to alert the boy that I had been awake the entire time, I peeled one eye open slowly, then the other. Hoping he was drunk enough to believe that I really had been asleep and not just sitting here like an idiot, I let a few mumbles slip from my lips as I peered up at him through half-fogged eyes.