Ronny

Chapter 27

Adelina Celine Torres

Today I had a final, which sucked. I stayed up all night cramming, so I think I did pretty well, but it still sucked.

Ronny and I have been officially dating for four days. Yeah, I know, long term.  Even though we are now labeled I guess, it hasn't really changed anything between us besides a few kisses here and there.

I'm okay with that.

I liked our friendship-- a lot--And now it's like we are still besties, but he's not allowed to have another girl bestie. Which I don't think he did to begin with, but still, the reassurance makes me happy. He wants me to be his only girl bestie.

He doesn't like when I refer to us as besties, though.

Speaking of Aaron, he and I are going to dinner tonight. Tonight meaning in an hour. Shoot! I have an hour to get ready!?

I may or may not have lost track of time as I watched dance moms and ate an unhealthy amount of chips. 

I jump off my bed, still having been in my school clothes since I literally flopped on my bed the second I got home from my test, and haven't moved since.

After a long nice hot shower, I change into a nice light blue sun dress that is tighter around my torso but gets a little bit looser on my thighs. It has white hemming on it and is somewhat lacy on the top--I don't really know how to describe it--but I like it.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I straighten my sunglasses that are a little too big for my face and look at myself from all angles to ensure my eyes are well covered. Well, my eye.

I am not a fan of sunglasses. They dim everything, and I feel like I can't see.

I would rather stare into the sun than live in a dimmed world, and I have brown eyes, which are better at dealing with bright places, so sunglasses are something I never really need.

Sighing, I leave my hair down and over my face slightly to hide the edges of the sunglasses where you can see my eye through the side. I would just douse my face in makeup, but my black eye is not just black, it's extremely swollen and has blood leaking into my eyeball.

Thanks Papa.

It's only the third time he has hurt me, this time was purely out of drunkenness, though, so it doesn't count. Right?

I smile at myself in the mirror for a minute, frowning when I see how stupid I look in these sunglasses. Whatever.

I head downstairs and am surprised to see none other than Nicholas Torres sitting at the kitchen counter. "Boo!" I scream after I sneak up from behind him and jump at him.

"Fucking hell! What the fuck!" He yells back, shoving me slightly. I can't control my laughter, "You....I got you so good!" I laugh at him. "Fuck off."

"You should expand your vocabulary past the f word." I tell him, resulting in me getting a glare. "Why are you here?" I ask, sitting next to him. Ronny should be here any minute, but until he texts me he's here, I may as well sit with my brother.

"Mom wants me to meet with one of Avery's friends, but she's not here yet." He says.

"What? What happened to Phoebe?" I ask, surprised. Even if he and Phoebe broke up, he knows better than anyone how...rude... Avery's friends are.

He dated her best friend in high school, and she cheated on him. I warned him not to date her, but he didn't listen. Just one example of how I am always right.

Ish.

"Not like that, apparently she's getting sued for some ad she put out. I have to defend her."

"Oh fun" I say, and he sighs, "Where are you going?" He asks me.