I have everything, except you - Thomas Brodie Sangster fic

5. Decisions, decisions

Sunday was not a good day.

A constant headache stuck to me like a pair of sweaty leggings in the heat of the day.. so basically my head hurt. A lot. I kept the tears in, screaming at my parents to leave me the hell alone whenever I heard their persistent knocks at my bedroom door.

I didn't tell anyone about Evan that day, I wasn't ready. Now, I was even more confused, the thoughts about Thomas and my now-ex boyfriend piling up and filling my brain... not helping the throbbing ache in my head.

School was going to be a problem tomorrow, I soon realised. #Millevan was a major ship at my school, and as soon as I showed up in a separate car from him people would know. They would ask questions. Questions I was already sick of just thinking about.

But I couldn't act like Evan was still the love of my life, especially since I now realize that he never was.

I take a deep breath and check the time. Shit. I'm supposed to be at a party in half an hour. I look around my room, just thinking about going out like this makes me want to collapse.

Just as I'm about to send out a text saying I wasn't coming I get one from Steph.

"Hey, you have to come to the party tonight. I'm going to ask Jordan out and I need you to help! <3"

I sigh, thinking back to the other day when she wasn't there for me, but the thought quickly vanishes and I begin digging through my closet for something to wear. I was going to be there for my best friend, even though she didn't have time for me. I was sure she would have an explanation when I saw her, so I decided to go.

Pulling up to the party in my mum's convertible, I took a look at the strobe lights and horde of yelling teens and popped another Panadol into my mouth, swallowing it with a large gulp of water. I turned the car off and grabbed my sweater, tugging the hem of my tight skirt down and fixing my wavy hair.

Inside the house music thumps through my ears, and I stumble around grinding couples, searching for Steph.

I bump into numerous people, having to mumble "Sorry" every five seconds. The fourth time it happens I look up into a pair of eyes that are quite familiar. Evan.

My gaze locks with his, but it isn't long until he breaks it, looking away guiltily. I huff and push past him, knocking his red solo cup. He burps and blinks, I think he's slightly drunk. "Aye, aye no wait, Milly," He slurs, reaching out to me. I narrowly avoid his hands and he is about to pursue me when he pauses to vomit into a pot plant. Yuck.

I eventually find Steph in a hallway making out with a boy who looked like three years younger than us, wearing a black shirt and jeans with tousled brown hair. He seems lost, obviously in wonder at the hot senior girl that was pulling out all of her best lip-biting techniques.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed her arm, leading her away from the breathless boy who pushed up his hipster glasses and stared after us in awe.

"I thought you were going for Jordan," I ask, leading her into the kitchen.

"I was, but then I saw him and chickened out, and I thought I had better get in some kissing practise anyways," she explains.

"Ew, no. Come on, let's go find him," We head back into the tangle of teens, screams ring out as a popular song is put on and the girl whose house it is stands on the table and starts twerking, much to the delight of the boys in the room.

Jordan is sitting in a tight group with a guy called Ryan, someone else whose name I couldn't recall and.. Evan. They're playing spin the bottle with a couple of cheerleaders who are wearing next to nothing and Tabitha, she must've snuck in somehow. 

I realize I still hadn't told Stephanie about the breakup, and I start to panic a bit as she makes her way over, slipping in beside Jordan, who greets her with a smile.

Just as i'm wondering wether or not it's too late to just slip away Ryan spots me and cheers, a can of beer clutched in his hand.

"Heeeey, it's Miillyy!" He yells, pulling me into a bear hug. Him, Jordan and Evan are kind of like the three musketeers. The three sleazy, disgusting, player musketeers that is. I sigh and take a seat in the circle. I dart a quick glance to Jordan, and from his relaxed features I come to the conclusion that Evan hasn't mentioned our breakup to his mates either.

One of my talents is spin the bottle. I have the knack of spinning it just right so I can make it land on whoever I choose. I grab the bottle before anyone else can and with a deft flick of my wrist it lands on Steph. Then Jordan. He smirks and she smiles back coyly, they lock lips for a good 12 seconds, when people start getting rowdy.

"To be continued, gorgeous." Jordan whispers as his fingers trail off her lips. Although her face remains composed I know she's over the moon.

Next I use my super power to select Evan. He throws me a confused look, knowing how I manipulate the game. Why would I give him the opportunity to make out with a hot cheerleader, especially after he cheated on me? Well..  It wasn't only hot cheerleaders sitting in the circle. One last spin decided his fate. Tabitha. Heh heh heh.

I got a vicious glare, but it was so worth it, people laughing and making kissing noises as Tabitha approached him. I smirked evilly and slunk off.

I wandered around, trying to find a pocket of air that I didn't need to share with five other sweaty drunken hooligans, and found refuge back in the kitchen. Cups littered the floor and I guessed that someone was going to have a fun day tomorrow cleaning it all up.

Tomorrow. Monday. In the chaos and heat of the night, I found myself thinking of him. His calm and cool attitude and laid back personality. His eyes, his messy hair, his perfect lips. Maybe tomorrow would be different.