[color=lightgray][right][sub]TIMESTAMP: Between 7:00am and 7:20am
[color=FF99C5]Stella Manning[/color] & [color=bb3a50]Ramón Montoya[/color]
[@Melissa] & [@Aces Away][/sub][/right]

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[indent]Stella had spent this morning, like most mornings, in front of her mirror.

The blonde always took ample time to primp and preen before school to ensure she looked her best, and today was no exception. There was something about dressing to a theme that she loved, and as it was the last day of spirit week, she wanted to go out with a bang. Stella knew how to stand out from the crowd, that was for sure.

Her makeup was flawless as usual, and her hair was meticulously curled (and promptly brushed out) to create loose effortless waves that cascaded over her shoulders. The outfit was all Mo - a red checkered skirt with a red striped long sleeve shirt, black knee high boots, complete with a shiny black belt. 

The only thing missing now? Caffeine.

Oh, and Ramón. Which is what led Stella to lay on her car horn outside of his house, hoping the boy would hurry the fuck up so they could make a coffee stop before school. One would think that because they lived only a few doors down, they chose to carpool for the environmental benefits. Those who thought that would be wrong - it was purely for gossip purposes. 

The blonde honked again, this time earning some dirty looks from their less than friendly neighbors. Stella shot them daggers back, beginning to tap the wheel with her painted nails impatiently. 

Ramón came strutting out of his front door less than ten seconds after she started her honking, dressed to the nines in deep red dress pants and matching suit jacket over a soft black and white floral sketched button up. Black dress socks peeked out from white shoes and he rounded the outfit out with dark tortoise shell framed sunglasses. He had his signature bitch face in place as he ducked down to the open window to stare at his childhood ride or die, dipping the sunglasses down on his face to expose his dark judgmental eyes accentuated by black winged eyeliner and shimmering red shadow. 

[color=bb3a50]“This is why Mr. and Mrs. Sanderson hate you,”[/color] He spoke plainly before opening the door and sliding in without another thought, putting his bookbag in her backseat but keeping his small clutch with his upkeep items next to him, turning fully in his seat to glare at her. [color=bb3a50]“Where the fuck is your eyeshadow, bitch, do you [i]want[/i] your face washed out against all the color around it? You can look your normal level of hot any other time but this is spirit week and I had [i]rules[/i],”[/color] He unzipped his clutch and pulled out his palette and brush as well as a tissue. He laid the tissue across his hand, ever mindful of the makeup that she [i]did[/i] have on, and extended his covered thumb and forefinger towards her expectantly and waited for her to rest her face there. [color=bb3a50]“Why do you hate me?”[/color]

Stella raised an eyebrow with a devilish glint in her eye, taking Ramón’s comment merely as a challenge. She promptly rolled down the rear two windows before cranking the volume of her music almost as loud as it could go, [i]yes, and?[/i] blasting through the car’s speakers. 

[color=FF99C5]“Let them hate me then,”[/color] she smirked at her best friend, [color=FF99C5]“and if they want to kill me, they can get in line. Katie Callaghan has been waiting too damn long to get rid of me herself for those geezers to get a free pass.”[/color]

She found herself shaking her head as Mo commented on her lack of eyeshadow. Always a perfectionist, always particular. But, she obliged and humored him, obediently moving her face to sit in his tissue covered grasp. [color=FF99C5]“If you make me look like I have the flu or some other venereal disease with that red eyeshadow instead of the vixen that I am, you can get your perky ass out of this car and walk.”[/color]

[color=bb3a50]“And have you look like a hooker walking next to me in the halls?”[/color] Mo looked offended that she would even suggest he would fail at his task. [color=bb3a50]“Absolutely not.”[/color] The next couple minutes were spent getting her eyeshadow [i]just right[/i] while his geriatric neighbors glared at them from their window. Just as he’d finished and settled into his seat to get his seatbelt on, his oldest sister [url=https://celebmafia.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/diane-guerrero-photoshoot-for-pulse-spikes-summer-2019-2.jpg]Rosa[/url] came barrelling out the front door and towards the car, her hair a wild mess and a look of murder on her face. 

[color=bb3a50]“Shit, we woke her up. Go. Gogogo,”[/color] He stressed to Stella, only relaxing when they’d safely left his driveway with his sister flipping them off in the rearview. He leaned back and let out a little laugh with his sigh of relief. [color=bb3a50]“She would have killed us.”[/color]

[color=FF99C5]“Oh please, like I would have let that happen.”[/color] The blonde reassured, navigating her Audi down side streets until they hit the main road. She checked her reflection in the rearview as they approached a stoplight, satisfied with Ramón’s handiwork. He was always right, even though she hated admitting it, the red eyeshadow bringing a warmth and color to her face that her mixed print outfit had stolen prior. [color=FF99C5]“What’s even up with her lately, she’s been so [i]moody.[/i]”[/color] Stella commented, taking the opportunity to look her friend in the eye as she turned right. 

[color=bb3a50]“Fucking elections are next month and I'm pretty sure she hasn't slept in like a week, which mean [i]no one[/i] has slept in like a week, it's killing my complexion,”[/color] he answered honestly, checking his black and red nail polish carelessly. [color=bb3a50]“[url=https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgTKeB43y48EgSJn2L-V8st1-aLgG8051asSZzVdmQU9iFzk0BVqfn7SA5xJ-Xo-wv7jl5kirLSMqDXvI3RjgtazzjxjdUSfKBf76FlbDY0S8lfi4NLtUpmxGjGArRC7kokhLqxwKNm5w/s640/904.+To+Bear+Witness+-+Promo+Photo+-+1.jpg]Papá[/url] isn't helping of course, too busy on the shaking hands and kissing babies route to really follow everything she wants him to do to ensure his spot, so it's crunch time for her,”[/color] he looked his friend dead in the eye before she had to put her attention back on the road and smirked. He may love and respect his family but he [i]is[/i] still the youngest of four kids, and he takes his revenge from life with his siblings any moment he can get. [color=bb3a50]“She had just fallen asleep an hour ago, I was supposed to wake her up fifteen minutes after the fact but she just looked so [i]comfy[/i] with her face smushed into the couch cushion that I couldn't bear to wake her.”[/color]

Ramón wiped a fake tear from his eye before laughing and pulling out his phone and bringing up his images. The first picture was of his oldest sister doing her best unconscious impression of Anna from frozen, hair a mess despite the short time laying down, drool coming out of the corner of her mouth and one arm slung over her head while the other was crushed beneath her body. He waved the phone teasingly at his friend as she pulled into the drive thru.

[color=bb3a50]“Want to see?”[/color]

[color=FF99C5]“Someone really needs to get that girl a Xanax. I’d be happy to, you can tell her I said that.”[/color] Stella stated matter of factly, pressing firmly on the brake as they fell into the line of cars awaiting their caffeine fix. Growing up together meant that Ramón’s family had practically become an extension of her own. His parents were like a bonus set, and as for his siblings, well, she was just as judgemental and mean to them as if they were her own blood. It was the blonde’s own fucked up and unconventional way of showing affection. [color=FF99C5]“Of course I want to see.”[/color]

She took Ramón’s phone from his hand, zooming in on the first photo and dissolving into a laugh. [color=FF99C5]“You should have drawn something on her face with that bulletproof liquid liner you made me try once, why didn’t you?”[/color] She scrolled to the next one, which was almost funnier than the first. [color=FF99C5]“God, she’s out cold.”[/color] Stella continued to peruse the images until a loud honking came from behind them, interrupting. She scoffed before whipping around to face the offender, a woman no more than 40 years old gesturing that the cars ahead of them had moved, implying they were holding up the line.

Stella flipped her off, absolutely unbothered, turning back around and stepping on the gas [color=FF99C5]“Fucking Karen,”[/color] she spat, pulling up to the intercom. [color=FF99C5]“Hi, yes, princess here will have a venti light iced almond milk Dirty Chai, blonde ristretto shots, 2 extra shots affogato, whipped cream with dolce powder on top.”[/color] She practically gagged as the words left her mouth, Ramón’s complicated order never ceasing to revolt her, [color=FF99C5]“And I’ll have a nitro cold brew. Black.”[/color] 

She paused, going back and forth in her mind on something. With a sigh, she spoke into the intercom once more. [color=FF99C5]“And a chai latte, shot of espresso on the side.”[/color] Stella put the car back into drive and looped to the other side of the building where their drinks would be waiting.

Mo was now staring intently at the side of his friend’s face with a raised eyebrow, completely unbelieving that he had just heard her order a drink for someone not in the car and a bit annoyed that he [i]knew[/i] who it was for. Putting that on the backburner until he could get her other comments out of the way, he addressed the first matter.

[color=bb3a50]“[url=https://scontent-ord5-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t31.18172-8/13734898_1611502599142436_3111349476446207391_o.jpg?_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=5f2048&_nc_ohc=6ggiKE7w3EsAb5X5zBU&_nc_ht=scontent-ord5-2.xx&oh=00_AfB0OAZA_BvOGDJMRIdGG3bOAt2tityIHdZHmgGEcc6rjg&oe=66422474]Reina[/url] stole that eyeliner from me when she went off on her last tour and I haven’t seen it since. It’s fine, I stole her leather skirt while she was gone and she hasn’t noticed yet,”[/color] Ramón dismissed, returning his phone to his clutch and closing the bag. [color=bb3a50]“Girl if you make that face while ordering my drink one more time I will hold you down by your hair and force it down your throat. Not everyone can handle things as bitter and dark as you are,”[/color] he slid the sunglasses down his nose to once again stare at her from over top the frames, eyebrow raised. [color=bb3a50]“Although it looks like you’ll need the caffeine if you want to keep up your energy to run [i]that[/i] race,”[/color] he hinted towards the third drink, which was not something he was kind enough to just ignore, especially when it was basically his fault she had the other person to buy the drink for in the first place.

Candy King faux pas for sure.

[color=bb3a50]“Looking for a quickie before school or should I text Cael that you aren’t making it to homeroom?”[/color] 

Stella was wholly unphased by Mo’s stare, rolling her eyes in response as they pulled up to the window. It was no secret that her friend had strong feelings about her relationship status, and she knew he was going to give her shit as soon as she decided to order an extra coffee, but the blonde didn’t bother entertaining the subject. The all too chipper employee handed her the four cups on a tray, which she promptly passed over to Ramón so that she could pay. Grabbing her purse, she opened her wallet and handed over her Platinum card. The childhood besties weren’t the type to split the bill and/or request funds from the other. They simply operated on an alternating basis, taking turns paying for coffee, lunch, and drinks, fully knowing that at some point they’d be even.

Slipping the metal card back into her wallet, Stella pulled out of the drive thru and back out onto the road. [color=FF99C5]“Neither, I’m just setting myself up for success this weekend.”[/color] Of course, the blonde always had an agenda, most of it self-serving, but an agenda nonetheless. No acts of kindness were out of the goodness of her heart, and as it was her last homecoming weekend, it had to be perfect. Which meant she was hoping a certain someone would cooperate and be on his best behavior.

[color=FF99C5]“Speaking of, I’m still coming over after school so we can make sure my dress doesn’t need any alterations, right? I want to see it already.”[/color]

[color=bb3a50]“I supposed I've no one to blame but myself,”[/color] Ramón sighed dramatically before taking a long sip of his delicious beverage. It was his fault for setting the two up together so he really did have to suck it up, but he was still making his feelings known. When he set them up it had been under the impression from all parties that this would not last, And it seems Ramón is the only one that remembers that part of the memo. [color=bb3a50]“Of course you are, you impatient brat,”[/color] he responded to her following question with a judgmental eye roll and a scoff. [color=bb3a50]“Perfection leads up to the last minute, but both fortunately and un- for both of us- I know your body and measurements so well that I only need you for the final fitting. Keeps me from having you breath over my shoulder like a rabid dog while I'm trying to create my masterpieces.”[/color]

[color=FF99C5]“I may be a brat but I am NOT impatient.”[/color] Stella countered, [color=FF99C5]“I get that perfection can’t be rushed- look who you’re talking to- but you’re really down to the wire on this one even by my standards.”[/color] The blonde trusted her bestie when it came to all things fashion. She was his biggest supporter and was always left in awe by his creations. But that didn’t change the fact that he was taking his sweet ‘ol time with her homecoming dress. 

Before they knew it, Stella was pulling her Audi into the parking lot of Beverly Hills High School, rolling up the windows and turning down the music. The blonde took one last look in her rearview mirror, tousling her hair and applying some lip gloss, before taking the coffee tray from Mo’s hands which held the 3 remaining cups. Stepping out of the car, she grabbed her backpack from the backseat and threw it over her shoulder, locking the door once Ramón had gathered his belongings. She gestured to her complete look before doing a small twirl. [color=FF99C5]“Up to your standards, Edna?”[/color] 

[color=bb3a50]“Of course it is, darling,”[/color] Ramón replied in mock offense with his best Edna Mode impression, hand held up limply in front of his chest with his elbow resting on the arm around his midsection. [color=bb3a50]“I put it together for you after all, and I'm a genius,”[/color] he held the condescending pose for another moment before the playful smirk broke through on his lips and he moved forward to link elbows with his bestie for the restie and they began to strut toward the school in unison. [color=bb3a50]“Now, let's show these bitches how it's done.”[/color]

As they walked, Stella took stock of their surroundings, her black boots clicking satisfyingly along the pavement as she and Mo approached the double doors. A few football players stood there chatting, and as she passed, she could hear their conversation shift, now revolving around her presence. The blonde liked the attention, in fact, she thrived on it, so when one of the players (ever a gentleman) went so far as to open the door for her and Mo, she smirked, winking at him before entering the school. [color=FF99C5]“Is it just me, or are this year’s sophomores built like seniors...”[/color] she whispered closely to Ramón’s ear. 

[color=bb3a50]“Maybe,”[/color] Ramón replied, equally as quiet. [color=bb3a50]“But I prefer someone that actually had the experience to handle me, not just someone that looks like he could,”[/color] he tightened the connection of their arms as they continued on, not needing to slip past people as they stepped out of his and Stella's path. [color=bb3a50]“What good is all that muscle if they don't know what they're doing with it? Besides, they're [i]so[/i] immature. I just heard one giggle when he saw your tits bouncing on that last step.”[/color]

The blonde rolled her eyes, [color=FF99C5]“I guess, but their brains are like putty at that age, you can mold them to be whatever you want,”[/color] Stella commented,  [color=FF99C5]“Hotness is bestowed, everything else can be taught.”[/color] 

The two made their way through the building with relative ease, reaching the hallway where Stella’s home room was. Still a few minutes early, she removed her arm from Ramón’s and leaned against the set of lockers outside of the classroom. She held the coffee tray with one hand, and pulled out her phone with the other, shooting a quick text.

[quote]To: [color=cba55a]Hoe[/color]
[color=FF99C5]Got you coffee… felt like being nice today. Shocking, I know. 
Meet me before homeroom if you want it.[/color][/quote][/indent][/color]