i've got feelings i can't hide.
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 🔮
gina porter is the perfect, angelic cheerleader who hides behind rude words and one-liners.
e.j caswell is the popular dumb jock, forced to take theater for much needed extra credit.
there he meet...
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𝘖𝘜𝘛𝘍𝘐𝘛 :
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N I N I 'S P O V
a few weeks later
and just like that, summer passed by as quickly as it came. my days with all of my east high friends who aren't going to new york are coming to a close, and it's hard-especially the ricky part of it all. i've been trying not to think about it and just pretend like we aren't moving away from each other, but it's happening. whether i like it or not. ricky leaves early tomorrow morning to go find apartments down in LA, so tonight is really our last night together like this before everything gets real.
which sucks, by the way. i hate everything about it. i still don't understand why he's doing it, but he says california makes him happy. and that's all i really care about. i wouldn't be able to live with myself if i had forced ricky to try and find a way to live in new york with me instead, because apparently he'd be miserable.
anyways, i'm done trying to get it.
i'm gonna try my best not to cry (or be emotional at all) tonight, because i can do that after. i wouldn't want to ruin the mood. besides, tonight is ashlyn's big final senior party, and i don't want to ruin that either. the theme was 70's, so e.j and were planning on doing a cute couples outfit.
i try on the tiny red dress with flared sleeves he had bought for me, looking at myself in the mirror. it's itchy and short and hugs my body in all the wrong places (which i know e.j knew, because he likes it when i wear clothes that do that), and i just don't feel like wearing that to a party. instead i change and run downstairs, asking my moms if they have anything actually from the 70's i could wear instead. luckily momma d did, and it was (thankfully) a lot less revealing.
