I've got my eye on you

X. Party

TW: abuse, hair grabbing, body shaming,

"Come on princess, let's get you out of this shit," he laughs, referring to your night gown.

"Hey. They're comfy. ...And pretty," you giggle, twirling your hips side to side, watching the white frill glide.

"Mm you're right. You do look pretty."

"Thank you," you blushed looking up at him. He roughs your hair with a smirk. Once you arrive at your dorm, you walk in together, seeing no one was there. Everyone was at social. You run to your dresser and open the doors for an outfit. You decided on a tight white T-shirt and low rise brown corduroy pants. As you changed in front of the mirror, Nick comes behind you and squeezes your tits in his hands.

"Mmm I thought we had to hurry," you teased.

"Well I always have time for this," she smirked, kissing you over your shoulder. You push him away with a smirk. "Come onnnn,"

You giggle and shake your head. He takes your hand and just kisses you softly. You look into his eyes and smile until a sudden thought comes to your mind.

"..who's gonna be there?"

"Uhm just... the guys and their girlfriends."

"Like Grace?"

"Yeah. So be nice, got it?"

"Me? She-"

"y/n. Don't embarrass me. Understand?"

"...Yes."

"Good. Let's go."

The walk to his dorm was silent. You felt your heart beating against your chest with each step. You didn't want to be in the same room as Grace. The unbearable tension and intimidation... You look over at Nick who seemed a little agitated after the conversation.

"Nick?" you ask as he opens the door for you. "I changed my mind.. I think I just want to go back to my dorm and go to bed."

"Are you serious? You'd rather go see Miss Goode huh?"

"No- I- you can come if you want to my dorm I just-"

"y/n, you don't seem to understand I'm not leaving my dorm while there's a party. And you're coming with me. You're so... quiet and I think you need to make friends. You're pretty and interesting it'll help."

"I made a friend today and you pulled me away from her."

"I didn't even know her. She's no one."

"She's someone and it doesn't matter if you don't know her. You hang around with rich robots."

Nick grasps your hair at the nape of your neck, making you gasp.

"Quit bitching at me I swear to fucking god. If you don't start listening to me I'll make sure you can't talk to anyone. I have a lot of power in my hands more than you think y/n, don't doubt it for a second," he spat, tightening his grasp. "And Miss Goode can't help you." His teeth were clenched and he stared at you with large eyes as you heave with terror. "Then I wouldn't have to fucking keep track of your dumbass all the time."

You push his hand away with a short mumble. "Let go." he finally releases your hair from his hand.

"Then fucking behave. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

He nods and pushes you through the door, going upstairs and to his dorm. Once he opens the door, everyone looks at the two of you. He gazes over the room and pulls you to a small group. Charlie and John gave you a warm smile, you then noticed Grace perched on Sam's lap. She doesn't give you a smile. Just a glare. Nick pulls you onto his lap and Sam hands you the bowl they were all smoking. You take a hit and pass it.
Some unfamiliar face sits next to Nick.