𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 || rini au

dontmakemefallinlove

^^each chapter is named after a song, feel free to listen while reading :)

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ricky's pov

"please, bro?"

the entire thing is just so stupid. everything about it. i'm sitting here in big red's basement playing video games on his console while he makes the finishing touches to his project. his girlfriend, ashlyn, is junior class president. red's a big tech wiz, so ash asked him to make a big matchmaker charity thing for prom.

ew, prom.

just thinking about it makes me want to puke my guts out. Red's been working really hard on the software and everything the past few months, and has spent the last half hour trying to convince me to do it.

"i already told you, Red. i don't believe in that kind of thing," i tell him. it's true, i don't. "love" is just a load of bullshit. no, this has nothing to do with my parents divorcing last summer. that just opened my eyes to everything. like i said, it's just stupid.

"who are you gonna go to prom with then? you're not putting yourself out there man, and Ash and I are getting tired of your third-wheeling."

"i'm not going to prom."

"you don't even have to stay for long, I just need you to do it as an example so that my program and hard work can keep getting used!" he says, taking the game controller out of my hand to get my full attention. he did work really hard on it.

"fine, whatever. but you owe me one."

nini's pov

"so, are you gonna do it?"

"is that even a question, Kourt?!" i say, the two of us bursting into a fit of laughter. i've always been sort of a hopeless romantic. i've seen all the rom-coms, i've read all the books, i've heard all the songs, but i've never been in love. except maybe i'm in love with E.J Caswell? i can't tell. i mean, it feels like i'm in love with him, but we barely talk. i'm sixteen and i still haven't had my first kiss yet. so yes, of course i'm jumping at the chance for a romance--which also donates to charity!!--and a prom date. the only thing is, your match stays anonymous until prom night. that's okay though, really. i'd do anything for a shot at going to prom with E.J Caswell. Kourt and and I walk down the halls of East High, every inch of the place covered in red and pink heart decorations for Valentine's Day. across the lunchroom is a decorated stand with the words 'Find-A-Date' written at the top.

Kourtney is a self-proclaimed independent woman, and decided not to do the fourm. I, however, can't help myself. she takes a seat while I walk towards the stand, carrying my light pink backpack on my arm as I check my instagram. all of a sudden, i'm slammed into another person. luckily, they catch me before i hit the ground. I look up to see none other than Ricky Bowen. ugh.

ricky's pov

i absolutely hate Nini Salazar-Roberts. that's not even her real name, that's the name I gave to her. i couldn't pronounce my A's, so i called her Nini. it just sort of stuck, i guess. and to think i almost forgot about her until this moment. once i notice that it's her, my immediate reaction is to drop her. i don't do it on purpose, it's just sort of like a reflex. she falls to the ground, landing on her stupid light pink backpack.

"jesus, what was that for!?" she scoffs, getting up from the floor and dusting herself off. i tried to reach my hand out to help her up, but she decided she didn't need my help. of course.