Millie~

"What are you doing in here?"

I froze as soon as I heard the all too familiar voice. I was too far away from the door now to escape immediately and seeing as my legs wouldn't let me move, I mustered up the courage to answer.

"I was... uh...." I trailed off, distracted by one thing. Nick must be having sex or about to have sex with a girl in here. I mean, this room was a bedroom after all.

"Is it just you in here?" I inquired tentatively, still frozen in place. I squeezed my eyes shut as I waited for a reply.

"It's just me and my Russian buddy," he drawled. Confused, I whipped my head around. Nick was sat on the bed, leaning against the head board, clutching a bottle of vodka. I raised an eyebrow at him; was he depressed? Catching sight of my judging look, he cocked his head to one side.

"I'm not the only one escaping from the party," he stated, throwing a hand out and motioning to me. I folded my arms across my chest.

"Hey, my cousin was getting it on out there and I did not want to be a witness of it," I replied dryly, to which Nick raised his bottle in a sarcastic toast. My eyes narrowed further.

"As much as I'd love to hang around and chat," I began, trailing off slightly, "I think I'll leave you to it," I finished, nodding towards his vodka bottle. Nick stayed silent as I walked towards the door. Twisting the handle, I pulled the door to open it, but it wouldn't move. Rattling the handle, I pulled a little more aggressively. This is not happening to me.

"I think it's jammed," Nick stated nonchalantly. Rage surged through my body as I stood stock still,my hand still holding the door handle. I wheeled around slowly to face him.

"No shit," I hissed angrily. Great, now I was stuck in a room with Nick Wright. I folded my arms over my chest in anger as I glared at him. Banging on the door would do no good - everybody was either deaf from the booming music, which had since been turned up even louder, or intoxicated to take any notice.

"Looks like we're stuck," Nick murmured, smirking as he swigged from the vodka bottle. Groaning, I leaned back against the door and slumped down onto the floor. Oh the joy. Silence descended over us as we sat opposite each other, me on the floor and Nick on the bed. After a while, he waved his bottle in the air.

"Want to play a game," he asked, smirking. I raised an eyebrow at him and his smirk transformed into a grin. Okay, he was sloshed - great.

"A game?" I questioned, stretching my legs out in front of me and crossing one over the other.

"A drinking game," he replied, wiggling his eyebrows. I scoffed, I bet he couldn't even tell me what his name was right now. Despite the obvious inebriation, why was he acting so strange, and so comfortable? After a few moments of internal deliberation and Nick staring at me like a drunk puppy, I shrugged. What the hell. I slid down the door that now trapped me and slumped onto the floor.

"What game?" I asked him, it was his idea after all. Nick shot me a drunken smirk once again and didn't break eye contact as he replied. 

"Truth or dare," his mouth turned up into a grin - how smashed was this guy?! Internally slapping myself for what I was about to do, I shrugged.

"So we drink if we don't want to answer the question or don't want to do the dare?" I questioned. There were better drinking games I could think of but I guess drunk Nick's brain couldn't fathom them right now. He nodded grinning and I waited for him to go first, it was his idea after all.

When he didn't say anything to start the game, I glanced up at him. Catching my gaze, he stretched his hand, which was holding the vodka bottle, out in front of him.

"I may be drunk, but I still know that you can't reach the bottle to drink," he drawled, dropping his hand and the bottle down onto the bed. Inwardly groaning, I pushed myself up from the floor and sat down on the end of the bed. 

"I'll start," he smirked, "Truth or dare, Ward?"

"Dare," I stated, watching him as his eyes glimmered with excitement.

"Okay, we'll start easy," he began, "I dare you to show me your tits," he finished, smirking. I scoffed in reply. In his dreams, I thought to myself. I reached forward and grabbed the bottle. I gave myself a pep talk as I unscrewed the bottle cap. I didn't take my eyes off Nick as I took a swig of the bottle. The strong, bitter taste filled my mouth and burned my throat as I willed myself to swallow. Nick chuckled as I winced slightly. 

"Truth or dare, Wright?" I asked, my eyes narrowing at him. After numerous dares that we would never think of completing, it was safe to say we were both now well and truly smashed - which is saying something, since Nick wasn't in a good state to begin with.

"You haven't picked truth once, Millie," Nick whined. Shocked that he had used my first name instead of 'Ward', my head snapped around to face him. However, in my drunken haze, I lost balance and slid off the end of the bed. I fell to the floor with a thud and the bedroom seemed to spin around in front of me. 

"Shit," I heard Nick mumble as the bed began to creak. Laying on the floor, I closed my eyes in an attempt to escape the dizziness.

"Are you okay?" I heard Nick slur through the buzz in my head. Opening my eyes quickly in response, I jumped at his proximity. He grinned at my reaction as I pushed my body up and sat, leaning against the end of the bed. Nick copied my actions and sat next to me. This had to be one of the weirdest situations I have ever been in. 

"So, truth or dare?" Nick asked me again. 

"Truth then," I gave in after a while, wondering why he was so desperate for me to say truth. 

"If you've never been with Aiden Wall, who have you been with?" he asked, leaning his head back against the bed. I raised an eyebrow at his question and turned to look at him quizzically. Unfortunately, the vodka bottle was still on the bed and I think if I tried to stand I'd break my ankle. 

"You mean like relationships?" I questioned. He rolled his head to look at me and nodded silently. 

"Well, I guess I've never been in a proper relationship since I don't think primary school relationships that last one week don't really count," I answered sincerely; it seemed the alcohol that was coursing through my body didn't realise Nick was my so-called  enemy.

"Really?" Nick asked, surprised by my revelation. He sat forwards and leaned his elbows on his knees, his t-shirt stretching and showing his muscled arms. I shrugged in response.

"I guess guys get intimidated by my family and brothers, plus I've never met anybody I really liked enough," I explained.  Nick nodded slowly in response but I found it hard to read him. 

"What about you?" I questioned him back since we were sharing stories now.

"I've had girlfriends here and there," he shrugged, "But none of them were anything serious," he finished and I nodded. Of course none of them were serious, he had been West Side's ultimate player. Before he could spring another truth question on me, I heaved myself up from the floor. 

"I'm not sure about you but I want to get out of here before someone finds us," I told him as I crossed my arms over my chest and surveyed the room. My head was still slightly hazy from the alcohol but I knew I had to get out of here. The more I talked to Nick, the more I seemed to talk to him again, which definitely was not a good thing. 

"Well you already tried the door," Nick stated as he pulled himself up from the floor as well. Walking over to the window, I swung it open and stuck my head out. We were on the first floor so the drop was too far to jump down. Looking around, I saw a rose trellis that was situated quite close to the window. Shrugging my shoulders, I started climbing out of the window.

"Hey, where are you going?!" Nick whisper-shouted, alarmed. He probably thought I was going to jump. Sticking my head back inside the room, I grinned at him.

"There's a trellis, I'm going to climb down it," I responded quickly, before moving my thoughts back to the task ahead. Moving my head back outside, I stuck my leg out in order to reach the trellis. I managed to clamber onto the trellis and then began descending. I could hear Nick rustling above me as he climbed onto the trellis as well.

"Fuck," I heard him curse from above. I was about to ask him what was wrong when something sharp scraped my shin. 

"Ow!" I cried in pain as I looked down at my leg. There was a small cut which was bleeding slightly. Oh the disappointment when the cut isn't as painful as you expect it to be.

"Trust you to choose a fucking rose trellis," Nick said from above me, clearly unimpressed and I scowled in response. I jumped to the ground when I was close enough, stumbling slightly on landing. Oh yeah, I was still drunk. Nick jumped down soon after me and looked over to me before some sort of realisation dawned on his face. I raised an eyebrow questioningly. 

"I left my damn vodka in there," he told me, motioning up to the window we had just climbed out at. My forehead creased; seriously? Then I laughed as I walked away from him and back into the party.