Multi-Fandom One-Shots Part 2

I Hate You, I Love You - Rini (HSMTMTS)

one

Nini sat in the student council meeting with her notebook open and pen poised. She was the secretary and was furiously writing down everything Miss Jenn was saying at the front. She was detailing the school events for the year and assigning students to each event for planning purposes.

There was a loud snap by Nini's ear and she flipped around to glare at the curly-headed boy behind her, "Bowen, do you mind?" she hissed.

Ricky Bowen, the school's resident slacker smacked his gum again, and smiled. "Yep, I do mind princess. He propped his legs on the desk in front of him, so his feet were millimeters from her chair. "Do you wanna turn around? Your pretty little head is in the way of the board and I can't see."

Nini flushed at the comment, whipped her head back around and muttered, "It doesn't matter. It's not like you were listening anyway."

"Heard that," Ricky's Vans-clad foot tapped her chair.

"Bowen!"

"...and Ricky and Nini will be in charge of homecoming this year." The two zoned back in to the other student members and Miss Jenn staring at them.

"Does that work for you two?" Miss Jenn stared pointedly at them.

Nini smiled sweetly, "Of course, it'll be great."

"You got it!" Ricky saluted, now sitting properly in his chair, gum nowhere to be seen.

two

"Niniiii," Ricky drawled, closing her locker door.

"Hey! You could've closed my fingers in there, I was getting something!" Nini turned around to find Ricky very close to her. His arm was still leaning on her locker door from closing it, and she defiantly tried her best to keep his gaze. She folded her arms. "What do you want?"

"We're partners, aren't we?" Ricky finally leaned back, mimicking her pose.

"Yes, but that doesn't mean you need to maim me."

Ricky chuckled at the glaring brunette, and pulled a slip of paper out of his pocket.

He pried one of Nini's folded arms, opened her hand, placed in the slip, and slowly closed every one of her fingers. He held her hand for a moment, then dropped it.

"There's my number. When this is over, feel free to lose it."

With one more lingering look he walked away, and Nini watched dumbfounded, her hand still closed in a tight fist, tingling where he had last touched.

three

Later that night, Nini stares at the new open text chat on her phone. She had input Ricky's number already, but couldn't bear to text him. She loathed him.

Everything was so easy for him. He smiled, girls swooned. Teachers hated his work ethic, but loved his personality. He coasted through everything so easily, and while she seemed to have everything under control, all she did was work hard to keep it that way.

She couldn't stand him and she just knew he would wind up making her do all the work for the stupid dance.

She sighed. It was now or never. "Hey Ricky..." she tentatively typed.

Her phone quickly dinged with a response, "Yes, Princess?"

She groaned. Same, old Ricky.

Nini had been homeschooled all her life, but her moms had decided for her to attend East High. Freshman year, Nini was excited to be paired with the cute, curly-haired boy sitting next to her. He was so full of life and unlike anyone she had ever met. All the boys hi-fived him as they came in, all the girls gave him hugs. All he did was smile, and she wanted to be like that.