𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 (𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚) || hsmtmts au

27. stupid and naive

R I C K Y 'S P O V

the dance is already in full swing when nini and e.j arrive, the music from the stereos blasting loud and what feels like a million people out on the dance floor under all the streamers and balloons. gina is currently making me take photos with her by the big sparkly backdrop, dragging me away when she sees e.j and nini walk in. it was all a part of some big plan she had (that i have no actual knowledge of, but complied nonetheless).

"you better start dancing, muffintop, they're coming," she shouts over the music, pretending to have fun dancing with me to the upbeat song.

"okay, mrs. roosevelt," i snap back.

i don't really know what to do with gina, we're both just so out of sync to the point where we probably look like idiots (or like we're definitely faking it). i can't help but look over at nini and e.j, who've also started dancing out on the floor. well, i wouldn't really call that dancing, it's more of e.j putting his hands all over her and moving her around with him.

"it's go time, kennedy," she tells me, peering over my shoulder at the couple, "follow my lead."

"the fuck is that supposed to mean?!"

"it means i'm gonna get e.j's musty ass away from her, you just sit still and look pretty."

"mm, so you think i'm pretty?" i joke.

"you're not exactly my type."

"and what's your type, exactly?"

"girls, dumbass."

she rolls her eyes as she walks away, eliciting a fake laugh from me. little does she know i have a plan of my own-what, you really thought i was just gonna sit back and let her do all the work?

hell no.

N I N I 'S P O V

"this is nice," i say blankly, trying to start up a conversion my boyfriend (who seemed distracted).

"mhm, yeah.." he says, not bothering to even make eye contact with me, instead just staring down at the neckline of my dress.

"dude!" jake (e.j's equally bright waterpolo friend) yips, hitting him on the back.

"what, bro?"

"va-gina porter came in clutch and brought some vodka from the other night, so me and the boys are gonna spike the punch bowl. you down?"

"hell yeah! i'll get you some, babe," he says, not bothering to let me respond before running off with his friend. i sigh out in defeat, realizing that my senior prom-er, well, 'spring fling'-just isn't going to go as i imagined.

"hey, there you are, luvie."

well, maybe not.

i flinch at first at the contact of someone's hand on the small of my back, relaxing and smiling when i turn around to see that it's ricky.

"oh my god, is that your dad's tie from-"

"you mean his only tie?" he laughs.