Contemporary Life // FILLIE

The Party

Millie's POV:

The car comes to a stop a few houses down from Wyatt's just in case things go south. "You ready, Mills?" Sadie asks as she unlocks the parked car. "As I'll ever be." I answer before hopping out, walking beside her as we go up the sidewalk. "The boys are already here, right?" I question, not feeling completely comfortable going in if they aren't. "Yes, now come on! Stop stalling." She responds, pulling me by my wrist as she drags me into the semi-large house with colorful flashing lights and blasting music, the type of party you always see in movies. "I'm gonna go find Caleb, okay?" Sadie says, not giving me a chance to answer as she swiftly walks away, leaving me to myself. Maybe I should just sit in the kitchen, at least I can hear myself think there. I stroll into the kitchen with a sigh, looking around at the familiar faces from school chatting together. "Hey, Brown!" Someone calls out as they enter the kitchen, or rather their* kitchen. "Wyatt." I greet back with a nod as he walks over to me, looking at me up and down. "Wow, you look.." "Like I just woke up from a coma?" I guess, being sarcastic obviously. "Hot." He finishes with a expression making it seem like he just saw something breathtaking. "Thanks, you don't look too bad yourself." I reply with a smile, reflecting his.

"You want a drink?" Wyatt questions, already walking over to the alcohol. "Are you trying to drug me?" I ask curiously, to which he chuckles while holding a solo cup for me to take. "Never." He replies, letting me take the cup from his hands with a shrug. "By the way, thanks for coming. I was kinda hoping I'd get to talk to you tonight." He admits, sitting up on the counter with his own cup still in hand. "Oh yeah? What about?" I ask as I raise an eyebrow at him, taking a sip after. "I don't know, normal stuff that people talk about?" He guesses, causing me to laugh softly. "What do normal people talk about?" I ask with a smile, looking at him with my brows furrowed. "I know right!" He adds, gesturing towards me as I then giggle. Abruptly, our conversation ends due to a specific dark eyed boy approaching us. "Hey Millie, I see you've gotten to know Wyatt." Finn greets with a smile, one that I can tell is forced. "Yeah, you got a real gem here Wolfhard." Wyatt adds with a wink headed my way, one I simply look away from. "Trust me, I know." He states, still forcing the smile as his hand slips around my waist protectively. "I guess I should get back to hosting." Wyatt mentions, hopping off the counter. "Guess you should." Finn adds, a hint of hatred in his tone that makes Wyatt give him a confused stare. "I'll catch you later then, Brown." He says before walking out of the kitchen and towards the crowd of dancing people in his living room.

Once he's out of sigh, Finn's hand drops as he takes a swig of his drink. "What was that?" I ask with my arms folded, my tone more confused than angry. "What was what?" He questions innocently. "Finn." I say, giving him a knowing look that makes him roll his eyes. "Wyatt my be my friend, but he isn't any good." He explains, staring at me with honest eyes. "So? Neither are a lot of people in this town. Hell, we're no good." I state, shrugging as if to say 'what's the big deal?'. "No, Millie, he's- he's no good for girls." He says, taking a small step towards me. "What's that supposed to mean?" I ask, a hint of attitude in my tone. "I told you already, he's the famous fuck-boy of the school. And maybe if you were smart enough to remember that, you wouldn't have started talking to him in the first place." He barks angrily, I just scoff as I shake my head. "Here, beanie boy, have your stupid shit back." I snap while untying his shirt from around my waist and taking off his beanie, shoving the clothing to his chest before quickly walking away to find anyone other than him. Scoping out the house, I let out a sigh of relief as the sight of Noah blesses my eyes. "Noah, I need you to take me home. Right now." I state firmly, wrapping my hands on his arm. "But Millie, what about your plan-" "Forget it, just please, take me home." I beg, he looks around before sighing defeatedly. "Alright, let's go." He says while taking my hand and leading me out of the house, getting in his car shortly after. "Okay, let's make make a deal: you won't have to owe me if you tell me why you want to leave so soon." He explains as he starts the car. "Can I tell you when we get there?" I ask hopefully, not wanting to talk about it just yet in case he changes his mind. "Fine." He answers while pulling into the street, starting the long drive back home.

After about a ten minute drive we end up parked in front of my quiet house, everyone most likely, and hopefully, being asleep. "Okay we're here, now spill." Noah commands, dropping his hands from the wheel as he looks at me. "I got in a fight.. with Finn." I explain nervously as he raises an eyebrow, waiting for me to continue. "He saw me talking with Wyatt and got a little jealous or something like that. He told me that Wyatt was 'no good for any girl' and that if I was smart enough I wouldn't talk to him because he's allegedly the school's number one fuck-boy. He was being a dick so I told him off, and went to find you." I explain, sighing at the end. There's a moment of silence before he finally says something. "It was wrong for him to lash out on you, but he's right. As much as Wyatt has charm and good looks, he's a bad guy." Noah confirms, his answer making me shake my head with an unsurprised expression. "Millie, I'm just trying to-" "Save it Noah, you're just like him." I state harshly before quickly getting out of the car, slamming the door shut as I then walk inside my beloved, quiet house. I let out heavy breaths as I hold my hair in my hands, still unsure of what the hell I'm doing and how much drama I'm causing alone. Swallowing down all my worried thoughts, I quietly tip-toe to my room without a trace. I don't bother washing my face or teeth in worry that I'll get caught and instead use makeup wipes. Now extremely tired, I change into some comfy pajamas and snuggle up in bed, wishing this whole night was just a bad dream as I drift off to sleep.