“Fine, let’s call him naive then. Is that better?” Enrique countered immediately to her he wasn’t stupid comment. Though, no matter what she said, he knew it was true. Young Ricky was an idiot. Just a stupid boy who trusted her when he should have seen what was right in front of him. Honestly, the only thing that her words were doing were making him roll his eyes and zone out. What was the point in listening to this? Here’s the answer: there was no point. Lenora was simply trying to clear her conscience so she felt some sort of relief over the sht she pulled. Well too fcking bad Lenora, that’s not how life works. “So how does this work then, Foley? Because I’m not willing to listen to another fcking lie that comes out of your mouth. Maybe try pulling that sht on Elio instead because we both know he hangs on every single word that leaves that mouth.” Ricky groaned, ignoring her statement of her apparently not doing what he hated her for. What? She had a different definition of cheating? Maybe she was trying to explain how they only did hand stuff or some sht like that. Doesn’t fcking make a difference, Lenora. It doesn’t matter how she cheated, the fact was she did. She admitted to that herself - and nothing she says more than a fcking year later would change that. Nothing. Lenora couldn’t turn back time and change things so what was the fcking point of this?
Though honestly, he was slightly impressed that she took a drink of the bottle. As long as he had known her, she wasn’t really a drinker. Clearly, Elio had changed that about her… or at least being with Elio did. Either way, Ricky didn’t discriminate. “Bull fcking sht, Lenora. Stop using excuses. I couldn’t , "but then I could but I couldn’t” Rick started, mimicking her voice as he shook his head. “How many times do I have to say this for it to get through your thick fcking skull. I don’t fcking care. I don’t give a fck. It doesn’t matter how we ended up here, but we did. You fcked Elio, screwed me over, and we broke up. It’s a done fcking story so why are you bringing it up again? Just keep your sht to yourself, please. We have literally one more fcking month at this god forsaken school and then I will never see you again and you will never see me again, trust me.”
After a second of looking at her, Rick took another drink before bringing the bottle back towards the front. Grabbing the teacher’s water bottle, Rick slowly emptied the bottle into the alcoholic one - lifting the level of the liquid to where the drink originally was. Was it a waste of the rest of the alcohol? Yes, yes it was - watering down alcohol was something he wasn’t accustomed to doing. But did Rick feel like getting yet another detention because an idiot teacher realized they took a few sips? No, he really didn’t. With that, Rick closed the top and placed the alcohol back in the locked… well currently unlocked drawer. Placing it inside, he locked the drawer, unlocked the front door, and walked back to his seat. Closing his eyes the moment he got there, Ricky allowed the feeling of his insobriety take over his.
“So we good here? We can spend the rest of this stupid 40 minutes in silence? Yeah? Great. Thanks.”