It had been an absolute sht week. Granted, for the most part, Ricky kept to himself after the unfortunate incident of dealing with Lenora in detention that first day he returned from his impromptu vacation. A vacation that was much needed if you ask him… which was probably why he was on this plane right now. Honestly, part of him had every intention of just staying in France once he was there. Maybe… just maybe that thought that started as a careless idea… was growing in favor every second that time passed at this idiotic school. At the moment, every day simply felt irrelevant. Had Ricky fcked up with Annie? Yes. Was there anything he could do or say to fix it? Probably not.
In retrospect, Annie Williams was a version of himself - and it was quite clear how he treated both Lenora and VC after their respective break ups: he cut them out, and then, he changed to become the lovely person standing here today. Broken, beaten, and burned… that fact was never changing.
Enrique was the last person to make his way to the private plane Cerulean High had booked specifically for the trip. Part of him was pretty close to skipping, but… again… that thought about being in France fixed the way his shtty life felt right now so here he was - a hoodie on with it up, hiding his face, sunglasses adorned on his face, and earphones in as he walked towards seat 34B.
Here was another thing clear about Enrique… for anyone who took more than a moment to take in his appearance. His knuckles were bleeding and bruised alongside a lovely blackening eye behind the sunglasses that, at the current moment, Ricky refused to take off. After all, he had every intention of getting to his seat, closing his eyes, and sleeping or at least pretending to sleep for the entire flight.
That was, until, his eyes met his seatmate… yep the universe did love a cruel joke seeing as the girl in front of him was the one avoiding his calls, texts, dms… honestly just guess what other ways he had attempted to contact her and slowly given up because he knew it was probably useless.
He didn’t say anything as she grabbed his ticket, nor did he say anything as she attempted to move. She had every right… he knew that. Did he still want to talk to her? Yes. But did he ever, in his wildest dreams, think she’d give him a chance and listen? No.
So he just stood there, allowing her to move her chess piece on a game she never knew he was playing. One that he had given up on but she didn’t know that. No one knew that - all anyone had seen was a misinterpreted clip taken months ago. A clip that was taken out of context. A clip only released because Ricky had given up on the task that Blue Royalty had given him and stopped sending in updates on it; something that clearly made the game makers annoyed seeing their retaliation.
Ricky only took a seat a few seconds after the flight attendant had ushered him to… buckling in as his eyes drifted to her clear unease. If the roles were reversed, he’d feel the same. No… actually he’d feel the need to make petty comments.
Buckling himself into the seat, for a few moments, he didn’t say anything. He simply let the tension simmer in the air as he grabbed an advil from his bag and popped to in his mouth - knowing he’d need it. If not for the pain his injuries were bringing… then for what he knew would happen.
“How have you been?” Ricky asked, turning towards her knowing it was a stupid question. If anything it would give her an opening to yell at him… to slap him… to anything. At least she was interacting with him and as sad as it was… he missed that. He missed simply talking to her. He missed wrapping his arms around her. He fcking missed her. But he was the one who fcked this and he had to live with that. He was the Lenora in this situation, and there was probably nothing fixing it. He knew that. “How… are your siblings? The babies I mean…”