Flashback Part 2
FCK…fcking bullshit. What? That’s probably what you’re wondering right? Why was Enrique fcking Montoya cursing when he could be screwing this beautiful girl in front of him. This drop dead gorgeous girl that was clearly ready to have her mind fcked senseless. So WHY COULDN’T HE GET IT UP.
COME ON LITTLE ENRIQUE. Okay, let’s be clear first of all - it wasn’t little. Ricky was being affectionate with that term, not accurate. But anyways… COME ON LITTLE ENRIQUE, COME OUT TO PLAY… nope… nothing. This girl was doing everything in her fcking power to get him excited and nothing worked. Sht. After trying for god knows how long, Ricky picked the girl up and put her on the bed before sitting on the other end and putting his head in his hands. This had happened with every girl since Annie and if he was being honest, he knew why. He knew that he wasn’t over Annie. Ricky knew he missed her… that he wanted her… that evey fcking girl he was with, he was imagining Annie.
Fck.
“Baby… I can keep trying… or maybe you could help me out?”
Ricky sighed. looking at her sitting on the bed; already getting on her knees as she got closer to Rickys… well… you know.
“Why the hell can’t I get her out of my mind?” Ricky asked the girl who stopped in her tracks, giving him a confused look.
So what did he do? Did he pleasure her? No… he may have… talked so fcking much about Annie that she fell asleep.
Yep…
Enrique Montoya had lost possibly the love of his fcking life.
Yes… he was numb. Completely numb as he took his seat and watched Annie - not even making an effort to hide the fact that he was watching her. He didn’t answer her question of when he would label it truly… honestly… he didn’t know. He couldn’t remember… he just knew that one day, the lines of it being a game, and it being something more were blurred. One day, he had this need to be around Annie… this want to see her smile… laugh… scream his name. One missed “update” vlog blue royalty had requested… and then another one… and another.
It wasn’t just a game… it was more, but he knew she’d never believe him. However, his attention was brought out of his numb thoughts when he heard Lenora turning her question towards him - who had he loved? It wasn’t even really a dare, and the answer was simple; but he found Annie grabbing a bottle and walking towards him. His eyes never left hers, and soon he found her arm in front of him - holding yet another alcoholic escape, however it was her words that stung more than anything else. Words that only he heard as she whispered it quietly enough.
Taking a long drink: Enrique looked towards Lenora with a frown. “Maybe she’ll never fcking believe me. Maybe she doesn’t care… doesn’t feel the same way…” A sadistic laugh left Ricky’s lips as he took another drink from his bottle, before looking at Annie with a fire. “…the last person I loved… the person I’m still fcking in love with is the girl who won’t even give me a moment of her time. Annie Williams.”