Was what he said immoral? Downright taboo? Okay yes. He was probably the biggest damn assh0le for talking about the man’s dead brother and using it against him. But hey - Ricky was so far gone his own rabbit hole of misery that he simply didn’t give a sh!t anymore. Though, despite everything, the one thing that p!ssed Ricky off the most was the look of sheer pity in Elio’s eyes. Ricky Montoya didn’t need pity, especially not from the idiot in front of him. Especially not from the assh0le that started this whole descent into chaos. So if Elio hated him, well then, he simply hated the monster he, himself, created. Perhaps all of this, every single thing that was said during this conversation, was what led this conversation into one of more physical correspondence. From the two arguing about who was trustworthy - which, on record, Elio wasn’t - to Ricky being thrown over a damn bench.
Though maybe we should start from the beginning - Elio pushing the blame of sleeping around back to Ricky “God Elio, do you know how much of a hypocrite you are? Sure, I sleep around. At least I don’t hide it. Everyone in this damn school knows that I like to fck around and no relationship I ever go into is serious. When girls sleep with me, it’s because they want to - no strings attached. But you… god, the famed Elio Esposito who has been dating Lenora for the last, what? Two years. Though every few days you two break up with you hooking up with someone else. But you’re not at fault right? Because you have a girlfriend… or should I say had. Though knowing Lenora, she likes toxicity so she’ll probably walk right back into your arms.”
Elio always had a way of getting on Ricky’s nerves, ever since the moment their friendship ended because he slept with Ricky’s girlfriend all those years ago. He knew Elio’s type - the type of person who believed he was never in the wrong. The type of person who couldn’t see his own flaws because he believed he physically couldn’t do wrong. Well, let Ricky tell you, for someone who considered himself to be a good teammate throwing someone on the team across the bench and rendering him unable to play was the furthest thing from that. Maybe Ricky had said the thing about the man’s brother just to prove it to the people surrounding them. To Elio, his own life came first. That also held true for Enrique - but at least, Ricky didn’t hide the fact behind false promises.
So yes, as Elio begin to tell him to shut the hell up, there was a soft smile that fell on his lips. Two reasons for this, of course, because for the first time - Enrique could see Elio’s true colors shining out. And two, out of the corner of Ricky’s eyes, he had just seen the coach come in. Perhaps if he was trying harder to protect himself, the next incident would have been less… hell… dramatic. Ricky felt his body tumble over the bench, though the way his body twisted, he could feel something that sounded like a snap in his leg and brought immediately, and immense pain to his whole body. Though despite the pain, Ricky didn’t flinch. Okay maybe a small flinch, and a mixture of curses as she nursed his leg, but suffice to say Ricky was no longer listening to Elio’s all mighty don’t dare do it again or I won’t stop bull sh!t.
Things happened quickly after that before Ricky had any snarky remark to say, he found the Coach looking at the two screaming something about you’re benched Esposito and then something about detention. Though Ricky soon found the Coach coming back to look at Ricky’s leg, sighing before pointing at two random kids and telling them to help him to the nurse’s office.
Before ricky hopped out of the locker room, he did have a chance to say one last thing to Elio who was now talking to the Coach. “Can’t tell me I’m wrong, Esposito, you would be a sh!tty brother,” though a smile left his lips as coach held him back this time and he was led out of the room.
Timeskip a Few Hours
Well… a synopsis of what happened. The nurse told him he had to go to the emergency room, so for the rest of the day - that’s where he was. Getting his leg treated - and now, he had a cast and crutches and was told no more football for the next few months. Though in retrospect, Ricky didn’t necessarily care about football. It was just a pastime for him. What he was more p!ssed about was something else that he could no longer do. And no, he didn’t mean sex. His parents weren’t too happy getting a call to come to the emergency room. Though his mother, being in DC, wasn’t exactly going to show up. This is why he dealt with his father coming by, not being too happy about the situation. Worried, but not happy. Though Ricky didn’t exactly know why his dad was worried - not like the man really cared.
“You’re coming home, Ricky. You can’t take care of yourself with a cast,”
“Really? I think it’ll be an interesting challenge, pops.” Ricky responded to his father as the man lead him to his police car. Though instead of walking to the passenger side, Ricky just continued crunching away as his father shouted after him about where the hell he thought he was headed. Suffice to say, Ricky didn’t get far before his father forced him into the car. Though, Ricky did convince his dad to drop him off at school to pick up his stuff - though while his old man was distracted, the man disappeared inside the school with no intention of coming out anytime soon - and if he did, he would be leaving in his own car. It seemed his little trip had lasted for most of the school day, and so he arrived right after the last bell had rung to end class.
Though he heard his name called by a familiar voice a few seconds after crunching inside. His eyes met Lenora’s features, her looking him up and down. “It was your boyfriend’s fault, in case you were wondering sweetheart. Great guy you have there. A real step up. I’d do a slow clap for you, but I"m a little busy holding myself up” Ricky stated simply, before winking at the girl and before she could say anything, crunching away into a random room simply to avoid a conversation. Though, consequently, that room was the room for detention.
“Montoya - I’m surprised you actually came on time. Take a seat,”
Ricky raised his eyebrows looking at the woman before pointing at the door. “Actually, I didn’t mean to…”
“Montoya, seat. Now.,”
“Fcking perfect,” Ricky sighed, taking a seat in the back as he often did. The seat he was at already had his name carved on the top, and so the man leaned against the seat and closed his eyes. Just trying to get this stupid day done with. Even hearing the door open, Ricky didn’t open is eyes. Until, of course, Ricky heard Miss. Btch say the girl’s last name. “Williams… take a seat,”
Lazily opening his eyes, he saw Annie walk to the seat in front of him. “You really love trouble, don’t you? First a jail cell instead of a party, and now detention? Some would say you’re headed down a dark path, Williams. I say screw them. It’s more fun over here. Good Ol’ Snitch Montoya says hi by the way,” Enrique stated, a mischievous smile on his lips as the girl turned towards him.
@Madilfill - Idiot
@novella - Lenora Mentioned/ Annie
(@Littlefeets @CerealKiller our shared dad mentioned)
