See You Again~Archie Andrews

8.

•Ricki•
"Ricki Louise Hemmings. . .

WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU?!" Is what greets me as I open the front door to my house at 2:30 AM. I flinch and give up on trying to creep into my room with major stealth.

I flop onto the couch beside Jonas, knowing the end is near. But honestly a little surprised. What the hell was he doing even awake at 2:30? "I was at practice."

"Practice ended six hours ago."

"Ya, we went to get ice cream after."

"For six hours?"

"Mhm."

The look I receive is highly capable of causing most people to cry. "Ricki, if you don't tell me I'm just gonna have to track down your phone and find out who you're texting."

I freeze up and slide my phone into my back pocket. "You can't just... frickin' hijack my phone!" I insist in annoyance.

Jonas crossed his broad muscled arms and gave me another look. I wince under his gaze. "I was with Archie."

"Andrews? And what were you doing for six hours?"

I blush softly deciding not to answer that. Luckily Jonas caught on quick enough and ran a hand through his dark hair like he always did when he was stressed. "Godammit, Ricki please tell me he used protection."

I gulped and nodded, chewing on my bottom lip. "Y-yeah."

"Just go upstairs. I'm taking you to school tomorrow." He muttered as he turned away, unable to look at me. "And Ricki. . . Please answer your phone when I call you." I considered arguing, but seeing as he didn't look too happy with me, I just went upstairs like he said. Jo has a better car anyway.

•Archie•
I smile to myself as I lay in bed restlessly, thinking about all the pleasure I gave and received from Ricki. Ricki Hemmings the hottest girl in school. Ricki Hemmings the most amazing singer that no one knew about. Ricki Hemmings the head cheerleader. Ricki Hemmings the quiet poet. She was a hidden realm of mysteries and I wanted to uncover every one of them. Her dark brown hair fell in waves over her pale skin and her icy blue eyes were oceans that I drowned in just by looking at her. I kept a photograph of her every fabric of being in my head as I pull out my phone to text her.

OrangeFootballs: Hey pretty lady 😘

While waiting for a reply I stare at my ceiling yet again, thinking about a possible plan for the game on Friday. . .

RicksAndStones: Hey little man

I made a face at her message and then snorted while trying to hold back laughter from laughing at myself.

OrangeFootballs: Jonas kill you?

RicksAndStones: Just a little. He knows. -_-

I sigh and crack my knuckles, replying to her message. He's gonna nail me in practice.

OrangeFootballs: We'll just be careful. See you tomorrow. 😊

RicksAndStones: See ya 👋

I set my phone down and fall into a deep long awaited sleep.