~Nicki's POV~
That night at the bar, after Dean had invited us out because he knew all the best spots in the city, he got an important call and had to leave early. It was just Nantam and me left.
When we were finally ready to leave, we spotted Evric in the car park, struggling to open his car door. He was heavily drunk.
Nantam sneered, a cruel smirk curling on his lips. "Pathetic rich boy," he taunted. "Can't even handle the real world. Makes me wonder how Zayn fell for someone like him."
I instantly sensed that Nantam was about to come up with something terrible. I hurried to speak. "I'll call—" I began, meaning to say I'd call a driver to take Evric home since it was too risky for him to drive in that state.
Nantam cut me off, his voice flat and determined. "I don't care. This is an opportunity for me to break them up, and I won't lose the chance for anything."
"No," I protested weakly. "Nantam, you already see he's going through a lot, you can't just..."
