*Gina's POV*
I look at my phone and it's 7:58.
"Uh, sorry guys, but I better get going," I stand up quickly.
"Why? You should stay a bit longer," Ross begs.
"Yeah, you should," Rydel agrees.
Riker just stays quiet.
"I really can't," I bite my lip.
Ross stands up. "Ok. Come on," he says, walking towards the door.
"What are-" I start.
"I'll take you home. Now let's go," he grabs keys off of the kitchen counter.
"You sure?" I ask.
He nods his head.
"Thank you Mrs. Lynch," I say, walking past, Stormie I think her name was.
"Oh no problem sweetie. And Ross, are you taking her home?" She asks.
"Yeah. See you in about ten minutes," he kisses her cheek as we walk to the front door.
We hop in the car and he pulls out of his driveway.
"So I heard your family has a band. Rydel told me, but she couldn't elaborate on it because we had dinner," I say.
"Oh R5? Yeah. It's basically a family band. Well, with the exception of Ellington, but I guess he can count as a brother. Oh, and I'm also on a Disney show. It's called Austin and Ally," he says proudly.
"Oh cool. I will keep an eye out for it," I smile. He returns the smile.
Ross stares at me and looks back at the road. He does this multiple times and I start to feel like something is on my face. "What?" I ask, my cheeks becoming hot.
"You're cute," he says with a straight face.
{(A/N) might I remind you that Ross said he would tell a girl straight up if he thinks she is cute}
I'm pretty sure I'm red as a tomato right now. "Thanks," I play with the hem of my shirt. "Right here," I point to my house.
Ross takes a quick turn into my driveway. He parks the car and turns I me. I take a piece of hair and tuck it behind my ear.
I clear my throat and open the door. "So, uh, thanks. And tell your family I said thank you for letting me come over," I say.
As I'm about to close the door, Ross speaks up. "Oh, Gina," he says. "It was nice to meet you. And don't forget to text me," he says with a wink.
I nod my head and shut the door. As I walk up to the front door, I see evidence of a party or something of that sort. There are all different types of bottles for all different types of alcohol.
As I open the door, I smell the strong scent of alcohol. As I get deeper in my house, some type of noise becomes louder.
When I get to the living room, I see something I never want to see again.
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