Okay, okay... The party

You brought a box of 6 cans with you that were your Dad's and he'd got 2 for £9 at the local supermarket. He refused to let you have all 12 because he wanted some for the rugby game on TV that night and also laughed that you were a lightweight. Sadly that was probably true.

Millie's place was really nice- gravel drive, stone carvings and an arch with ivy or a clematis or some shit growing through the trellis or whatever. These were words you had heard your folks say but never really cared or understood. It looked alright though. There was like, a fountain and a pond... Whatever.

Inside was very decently decorated but honestly- the place was full of really hot girls. Lauren, Courtney, Ange, Bryony, Maddie and Kaitlin plus other members of the Dance Academy - even Mia Cattermole.

Mia was in your year and was easily the most popular girl there was. Her and Amalia (plus Kaitlyn) were your top 3 but Mia and Amalia weren't on your coach in Belgium and you didn't interact with them at all. Anyway, Amalia wasn't here either but Mia definitely was. She had tousled blonde hair, a peachy pink lip gloss thing going on and (as always) her eyebrows were perfect. She was tall (about 5' 10")and surely could have been a model if she weren't committed to dance and her studies. She was in the top set for everything.

You made eye contact (foolishly) because you hadn't expected to see her but also because she was so captivating. To your surprise, she held the look and smiled "Hello Elliott." You nodded and said, "Mia... Lovely to see you" before scuttling past to the kitchen where you put your beers in a big bucket filled with icy water and screamed silently at your doofus-like response.

It was no surprise she knew you- you'd been in lots of classes with her and even sat with her in the odd seating plan down the years. She'd never been quite as absolutely stunning as she was now though.

You remember hugging Courtney, talking to Millie and Lauren, exchanging glances with Ange but avoiding the eye of 6ft 7in Mason whose arm was ever draped possessively around her.

After a half hour or so, you and Curtis sat on the decking (the outdoor heaters were on- it being December) and chilling with a couple of cans.

Eventually, stronger liquor came out and the inevitable beer pong started. You and Curtis were split up as team captains and had to choose a partner each. Curtis very wisely chose Courtney to which you joked about having to face "the Ex" - thankfully, everyone laughed, especially Courtney and Curtis- he quipped back that he had to TEAM with the Ex, which earned him a playful jab in the arm.

You scanned the myriad of absolute knockouts to team with.. Who to pick?