Clique: Fillie

5

The elevator doors pinged open to Millie's penthouse suite. Finn strolled in, with a casual suit on holding his outside jacket over his arm.

Millie's maid took his jacket from him and he flopped onto the chaise longe.

'Mr Finn, Miss Millie will be down in a few minutes.' Millie's maid announced,her accent lacing her words.

Finn waited until eventually he heard the click of heels against the marble staircase.

She emerged into his eyeline, wearing a short, strappy, glittery dress and her hair long and straight, with elegant strappy heels. She looked divine.

Finn strolled up to her, smirking. 'You look gorgeous, love'

'Steady on, Wolfhard.'

She felt a lump form in her throat as they looked into each others eyes. She felt nervous? It was Finn! Why was she nervous?

She quickly broke eye contact and chuckled lightly. 'Come on Finn! Let's go.'

They hopped into Finn's limo and entered the booming club. Finn could tell Millie was nervous so held her hand lightly and pulled her towards the bar.

'First things first; drinks!' He said pulling out their fake IDs.

Finn got a glass of Scotch and Millie got a double vodka-coke. She sipped at it lightly, fiddling with the straw. The taste burned her throat.

'Now what?' She cocked an eyebrow.

'We dance,' he said, dragging her to the centre of the dance floor.

They danced for what seemed like forever. Feeling the thumping music ricochet through their bodies. Millie kept her eyes closed and swayed her head, allowing the music to relax her and distract her from the tragedy which  was Wyatt and Lilia. Finally they both decided to get another drink. Millie ordered another Vodka-coke and she caught Finn looking around the club suspiciously.

'What are you looking for?' She giggled, already drunk from the amount of alcohol she had consumed, and from the fact she was drinking on an empty stomach having eaten nothing that day.

He looked at her and smiled, 'will you be okay if I go to the bathroom real quick?'

Millie nodded yes and Finn disappeared off. She knew he wasn't going to the bathroom, he was probably going to buy some drugs. She was right: that was exactly what he was doing. A rich and neglected kid like Finn found comfort in drugs, alcohol and partying.

Millie swayed lightly at the bar, with her eyes closed. The alcohol had really hit her.

'Hey darling,' a voice purred.

She fluttered open her eyes to see Jacob Satorius. He was two years above Finn and Millie in school, he had just left for his gap year and was supposedly backpacking around Europe, having finished school. Millie had always had a little crush on him.

'Jacob?'

'Yeah it's me. Aren't you a little young to be in here?'

'Finn got us IDs.' Millie giggled.

'Ah, the famous Finn Wolfhard, where is he right now? He hasn't left you here has he?'

'No. He's gone to the bathroom.'

'Well tell him....'

'Tell him what?' Finn appeared, looking angrily at Jacob's hand resting on the small of Millie's back.

Jacob got up from his leaning position at the bar and looked at Finn. 'That you should be careful about leaving a pretty girl at the bar alone.... you never know who's ready to take her away from you.' He whispered before walking off.