“He wasn’t stupid,” Lenora instinctively said as he described a former Ricky. She stopped for a moment as Ricky’s eyes met hers, she continued before he had the chance to interject with his disagreements.“I did care about him- you- and that’s why I told you that. But I’m not even asking for him back, I just- I’m asking you to just listen for, like, one minute,” She told him.
“But, Ricky, you’re right, yeah, why would I take what is basically the first, and probably the last, moment I have to tell you?” Lenora responded, a hint of frustration creeping into her voice. “When I could have just sat and let you sh!t on me, like you have for the last year, which is understandable, it is, it’s fine, it would be if I had actually done the thing you hate me for, but I didn’t,” Then Lenora put both her hands on the desk, leaning forward slightly. “And would you really be asking me that if the concept of that was so impossible to you?”
When they broke away and Lenora leaned back in her chair, her eyes fell on the bottle he had placed on the desk. Lenora wasn’t a big drinker, or she tried not to be, out of fear of inheriting her mother’s habits. This time was not an example of that. “And I didn’t…” She started after returning the bottle to the desk, wondering if this was how her mother started - drinking in school. Did she drink to avoid conversation with her ex-boyfriend in detention? Considering her love life, probably. “I didn’t fight for you because I couldn’t,” She explained, while knowing she was being too vague for him to know what she meant. “Then I could, but you were with Veronica, so I couldn’t, would you have wanted to hear this when you were with her?”
@/benitz786 Ricky Montoya