The Wrong Way Is Always Wright

(5) 2 Punches, 1 Day

Millie~

I knew it was them as soon as I heard that first crash at the door. Jace, Rob and Isaac stood up as Oliver, Sam and Louise walked in. These three were the oldest of the Wright kids and I had seen them once or twice before. Louise entered in front of Oliver and Sam, her hand placed confidently on her hip and her face narrowed into a smirk. She was wearing a tight fitting black dress with a scooping V neck line and cobalt blue heels. Oliver and Sam were wearing jeans and shirts, their hands in their pockets but their heads held high with commanding presence.

Then came the rest. Two girls that looked exactly the same entered. It was easy to guess that the leggy, dark haired look-alikes were the twins, Islay and Ivy Wright-Webber. Now came the not so easy job of guessing who all of the boys were.

A tall boy with the same dark brown hair and brown eyes walked in closely behind them. He too wore jeans and a shirt and surveyed the room before glancing at the amazonian girls in front of him with a cautious and brotherly look. I was about to make a guess when Todd whispered in my ear behind me.

"Scott Wright-Webber," I nodded softly, smirking to myself, he was a male version of his sisters.

Next two boys entered, each looking to be about the same age as me. One had dark hair with dark eyes whilst the other was his opposite, with blonde, shaggy hair and light brown eyes. They both grinned to each other and carried a wild and care-free air, quite clearly the joking pair of the family.

"Holden Wright," Todd whispered, referring to the dark haired boy who entered first, "Seth Wright-Faire," he also whispered, referring to the lighter haired boy. Nodding softly, my eyes narrowed slightly as Seth's eyes flickered to mine and winked. I felt the boys around me tense as they caught the gesture. Seth's grin grew as he and Holden bumped fists.

Noah Wright entered next; his lighter brown hair and brown eyes indicated that he was a son of Maisie Wright. He wore a scowl on his face as he surveyed the room. He was followed closely by Reece Wright, who I guessed by process of elimination. I seemed to have lost my informant after the wink from Seth as I was pretty he was calming himself so as not to rip his head clean off.

Finally, there was only one more Wright to enter the party - Nick Wright. He was the most... famous of all of the Wright kids. He was your typical player. His position of quarterback on the West Side football team gave him instant sex appeal and unsuprisingly all of the sluts fell at his feet. Even though I had never seen him before, I knew exactly what to expect. However, nothing could have prepared me for what I saw step through the door. His brown hair fell across his forehead and his chocolate brown eyes sparkled with amusement as my 'Mystery Boy' stepped into the room.

It took everything I had not to let my jaw fall out of its socket whilst hitting the ground - I didn't even let myself gasp. 'Mystery Boy' was a Wright?! And not just any Wright, he was Nick Wright?! More importantly, I had saved a Wright?! I mentally slapped myself and looked towards him. He was staring right back at me, smirking. My eyes narrowed, cocky little jackass - nobody messes with Millie Wards head!

The music had turned right down, "Well, well, well, look who's decided to gate-crash," Jace spoke coolly.

"Last time I checked, you can't gate-crash if you're invited, Ward" Louise replied confidently, narrowing her eyes as she spat out our name.

"Save yourselves the trouble and get out," more authority had crept into Jace's voice as he spoke again.

"Make us," Lou confidently shot back at him, placing a hand on her hip and smirking, before the entire Wright group scattered itself throughout the party. Nick shot me a lingering smirk and walked off as the music turned up once again and the beat pounded the walls as it had done before. The thought of the Wrights being in the same school as us, let alone the same house party made my skin crawl. Moreover the thought that I had saved one from being beaten up and had a friendly conversation with him was even worse.