"Okay… " Annie started with furrowed brows when he told her that he wasn’t actually related to the Montoya family. “And, what, they aren’t going to love you as family now just because they know? The whole family’s going to f^cking hate you because you’re not blood-related?” She asked him, her eyebrows now raising expectantly. “If you ask me they would be f^cking stupid to let that change the way they feel, Ricky,” Though as one point closed another opened in the news of the expecting Veronica Charlotte. “I didn’t take you for a teen-father, anyway, better him than you,” She responded through taking the whatever-number shot of the night. After taking another shot, Ricky looked to her with intentions of leaving. “As promising as both of those sound, I think it probably rather do anything else,” Annie told him, taking it as her cue to leave, “Great catch up.”
Leaving without a second look, Annie took a turn through an alleyway down the side of the building they had been in. Where she was headed, she had not yet figured out, though she was soon given a reason for leaving when the random guy from earlier approached from the direction she had come in. Soon enough his hands were on her as Annie was against the wall. F^ck it. She might as well let it hap- what? Suddenly he was out of sight and replaced by someone who had pushed his way into her eye-frame. Ricky f^cking Montoya. Or, sh!t, not Montoya, sorry for the outdated terminology.
“Oh my god, what is your problem?” She started the instant they were alone again, “I don’t ge- what- Ricky we’re not even f^cking friends, just back off for f^cks sak-” Her words were overlapped and interrupted by his and Annie completely turned away as something else had overtaken her attention. Suddenly the gradually resurfacing Quinn-related memory had become prevalent in her mind, his words from earlier repeating in her mind. You’re why my sister is dead. “No just you don’t get- you don’t f^cking know, it was my fault, it was because of me, I-” Her breathing quickened, and the confessions came out in an intoxicated rage, “I told her- I told her not to get involved, to stay away, it was my problem, it was my fault, if I had gotten there sooner- it would hav- it should have been me, for f^cks sake, it should have been me, okay? No it’s not, it’s not okay you assh0le, it should have been me, how can you say sh!t about what my parents want when they- or f^cking you- don’t know anything?” She continued, forcefully pushing Ricky back against the wall, just as she had been before he had approached, on the word ‘assh0le’, though mainly powered by her frustration on how much she had said when being out of control.
Leaving it on the final question, Annie stood and watched as he tried to answer. No. No, why did she say any of that? Why did she leave it open for him to answer? Don’t answer, no answer or input was wanted by her, please give no opinions on the subject. And so, Annie did what any person would in this situation, taking his face in her hands and meeting his lips with hers. Giving him the sole thing he was here for, so it can be over and they can both move onto the next person and- please- forget, at the very least, the last three minutes.
benitz786 Enrique Montoya
. Then he came over to help her zip, and asked a question, to which she raised her brow as turning her gaze to glance at him ”why do you think I froze in the middle of the hall the first time I saw you at school? I’ll let you know it wasn’t only bee cause you were hot ” she replied with a light laugh, and then added a little more seriously ”you really think I wouldn’t recognize you?”
