Far Too Young to Date a Teacher

Chapter 8

A guy named Finn was hosting a party near our estate that night, and seeing as it was the last weekend before college, we all decided to go. It was only 9.30, meaning it had only been on for an hour or so. We didn't even have to get changed as we were all in suitable clothing - Billie carried a spare set of clothes so he could change from his sweaty ones.

As expected, the party was in full swing when we got there. Finn was a few years older than us and went to the other local school. This resulted in most of the other people there being older as well as unknown. Just like any other party I'd been to, there were multiple couples swapping spit, people on the floor due to being so drunk and a few people just generally fooling around. We climbed out of Bronty's car, yes all 5 of us, and made our way to the entrance. The cool air hit me instantly. I was squidged into the back between Billie and Mikey, so that Bronty and Gerard could socialise. Uncomfortable was an understatement, wedged between two arm pits wasn't my idea of heaven. However, we had no choice considering it was either that, or each end of Mikey hanging out of the back windows. At least Bronty had a chance to talk to Gerard.

"The modern day music", Mikey muttered quietly as he groaned. I elbowed him playfully and offered a cheesy grin, to which he sarcastically returned. I linked arms with Bronty as we headed to the door, past the teenagers lunging at us. The boys followed closely behind. I was immediately thrown into the arms of a muscly guy who looked like he could snap me in half in under a second. He grabbed my hand and I was forced to do a twirl infront of him before I was dragged back into the arms of Mikey.

"Back off you drunken arse!" he growled and I smirked at his comment. We proceeded to the kitchen, Mikey's hand firmly resting on the small of my back. It was surprisingly comforting and I noticed Gerard was doing the same to Bronty. Billie appeared from nowhere holding 3 plastic cups filled with God knows what. I took it and felt relieved it was only lemonade.

"I know you don't drink", Billie whispered in my ear. He knew me so well, I didn't drink alcohol because it wasn't worth the hang over in the morning. Plus the taste was vile. The others all downed at least one cup of some mixture someone had made and soon enough they were wobbling around the kitchen. Billie threw me onto the dance floor which was already crowded, and provided little personal space. He did some weird dance routine which nearly had me rolling on the floor laughing. The drink had obviously got to his head, arms and legs. Gerard joined us doing some weird chicken impression causing Bronty to erupt into laughter. Mikey had disappeared and as I scanned the room, my eyes caught onto Evan's. He manoeuvred through the crowd and joined us.

"Evan, what are you doing here?" Bronty shouted suspiciously. Evan - clearly drunk - slung an arm around her shoulders.

"What? Am I not allowed to go to the same party as my sister? Finn has been my buddy since last year", he slurred. He carelessly waved his arms around to the music and the next thing I knew, a cold liquid was running down my face. I screeched in shock and the others turned and gasped, amused smiles appeared on their faces. Evan was staring confused at my sudden scream. However,  he pouted when he realised it was his drink that was now deposited on my head.

"I'm sorryyyy Millie" he exaggerated, "It looks great on you though!" he winked and I rolled my eyes. Taking my hand, he led me to the bathrooom to get cleaned up. It was already sticking to me and the stench of liquor wafted across my clothes, causing people to give me disgusted looks. I splashed my face with cold water. My eye liner smeared over my flushed cheeks. Just as I was about to leave I noticed Evan's body in a heap on the floor. I rushed over to him and tapped his cheek with my palm. He stirred, re-assuring me he was just too drunk to keep his eyes open. Unfortunately, the only way out was through the door, which Evan was so helpfully lying infront of. I also didn't want to leave him alone in this state whether he poured a drink over me or not. Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I realised I only had 10% battery remaining, but no missed calls. Sinking to the floor, I rested my head next to Evan's and made myself as comfy as possible. We both fell asleep listening to the slowly decreasing volume of music.