Lenora Foley. That was what this was all about. Enrique’s never-ending hatred, that is. For a basic ass white chick - one wouldn’t expect this much of an uproar. The issue, however, was that particular ‘basic ass white chick’ was consequently Ricky’s girlfriend when Elio decided to fck her behind his back. Whether many would believe it or not, Ricky wasn’t always the man he was presently… the man he became. There was a time where things were different… where he was different - when he actually believed in love. Lenora Foley, well, she was the one to change that after cheating on him with Elio. The ironic thing? He trusted her. Enrique Montoya respected Lenora’s boundaries, treated her like a queen because he thought he loved her… but love… well that simply didn’t exist. All that did exist in this fcked up world pain.
So suffice to say, Enrique Montoya was never a fan of Elio’s (at least since the man screwed his ex… screw the photos they had together where both were smiling… that was a story for another time). Perhaps this was inevitable. Usually, Enrique would tolerate the man - after all, they were teammates… though recently, Ricky had been a little bit more on edge the usual. In any case, one thing led to another - and now here he was: ignoring the pain in his jaw and hand after punching Elio.
“Same team or not, I don’t fcking like you Elio. So do me a favor, fck the hell off back to whatever hole you came from, and please, take Lenora with you.”
It was honestly a given. As much as Ricky was hurt that Lenora did that to him - he actually didn’t care about her anymore. It wasn’t the person so much as it was the act that p!ssed him off. The fact that btches couldn’t be trusted. Girls only liked the men that would hurt them - hell, look at Elio and Lenora’s relationship for example. For some reason, the simple fact that nice guys finish last rang true - so Enrique became exactly who he despised years earlier. Did it matter, however? No… because who actually cared? Who cared about Enrique so much that this change in personality would matter? The answer? No one. The only person an individual could trust was themselves, and dear ol’ ricky learned that the hard way.
Enrique looked at Elio, rolling his eyes as the man continued calling him selfish. HIM. What a fcking joke. “Really? Esposito? Do you really want to talk about selfishness with me? Look in the fcking mirror. You’re the least trustworthy teammate here. How can anyone trust you when the only person you care about is yourself. When you’re not fcking Lenora, you’re sleeping with one our girls… or was that not you fcking Sophie a few weeks ago when Lenora and you were on a break… and if I remember correctly, didn’t Sophie and Jenson just break up a few days ago?”
It truly was hilarious - the fact that the team trusted the man at all. Though, Enrique found his eyes darkening ever-so-slightly when Elio called him a pu$sy in return, and truly couldn’t stop what came out of his lips next. “I might be a sh!tty person, Elio, but at least I accept that. Honestly… thank god your little brother is dead because he would have had a sh!tty role model if he was still alive… don’t you think so?”
Enrique raised his eyebrows, watching the expression on Elio’s face. Perhaps his sentiment was twofold because there was one thing Enrique did know. Perhaps Ricky was benched, but he knew if Elio started this next fight - the man would get one thing taken away that he loved more than anything… football. Benching to Enrique meant nothing, but he knew to Elio it meant a hell of a lot more. So go ahead, Elio, punch the fck away.