notes: ok so like, y’all know the 1986 movie Pretty in Pink? For those of you who haven’t watched it—watch it. It’s amazing. For those of you who have…hear me out. What if Steff McKee had a redemption arc that helped his character actually end up with Andie? This series is basically that! Enjoy <3
“Yeah so Benny’s been bitching about having to write up that assignment for Colin’s class. Apparently it’s because she messed with that Andie chick?”
“Damn that’s tough. Anyways, you going to Steff’s party? Last one of the year before we graduate.”
“Yeaa dude it’s gonna be so sick. As long as we don’t walk in on Steff and Benny doing the dirty again. Then again if I was dating a betty like her, I wouldn’t care who caught us. Haha isn’t that right, Steff?”
I definitely was tuning them out. Did I hear what the said? Yeah. Did I give a rats ass about responding? No. I was too focused on the eccentrically-dressed, red-headed girl in the view of my car’s side mirror. “I’ll see you guys later,” I say, brushing them off and strolling over to the pink car behind mine.
“Andie you look ravishing,” I said, approaching her trying to unlock her car. Like usual, she ignored me.
“Listen,” I leaned against her car door, “We graduate in a month, and I want to know when it is you and I can get together and do something.”
She looked down at me, irritation filling her eyes, exasperation coating her voice as she told me, “Try never.”
“I’m talking about more than sex here.”
“No you’re not,” She scoffed.
“You know, I’ve liked you for four years and you treat me like shit,” I debate back, honestly tired of constantly getting turned down by her, “I don’t—I don’t understand. What’s your problem?”
“Can you get off of my car?”
“I’ve been out with a lot of girls at this school,” I scoffed, “I don’t see what makes you so different.”
“I have some taste,” She spit back.
“You’re a bitch,” I muttered while popping a cigarette in my mouth, “You gotta see a doctor because that condition of yours could get a lot worse.”
Fucking bitch. Four years. Four years I like that girl and all she does is reject me. If anything, I should be the one rejecting her. I’m rich, handsome, and hell, I have been out with a lot of girls at this school. I’m even dating Benny—which is as far as you can go when dating high status girls here. I don’t see how Andie thinks her and her thrifted outfits make her better than all the rest of the girls here.
I drove home and went up to my room. Sighing, I threw off my clothes and put on a robe before climbing into bed with a Forbes magazine. Really though, if Andie had reciprocated some feelings for me, that would not be an easy path to take. Nooo. She’s from the wrong side of the tracks. My parents would tear me apart if I brought home a chick who dressed like one of those lamps you’d find in a librarian’s home. Not to mention the shit I’d get at school for dating below my social class.
Maybe in secret, though? Or maybe I could buy her some new shit to replace those god-awful ensembles she puts together. I don’t know. All I’m saying is, if Andie stopped being such an entitled bitch, I’d have a shot.
“I can’t wait for your party tomorrow, Babe,” Benny whispered in my ear as she held onto my arm and kissed my cheek.
“Yeah yeah, one last party filled with all the booze and sex you want,” I said as I got up to go take a walk around the halls before lunch period ended.
Benny Hanson. Blonde, beautiful, and a real pain in my ass. But hey, she’s the kind of chick I don’t feel the need to go steady with, so I’ll have my fun.
Walking through the halls, I peered out the window at the back courtyard where a lot of those weird edgy kids hang. I would rather be dead before I caught myself or any of my friends out there with those miscreants—Is that Blane? My best friend? What the hell is Blane doing out with those outcasts?
From my view, I could see him sitting next to a familiar figure. They had on a black blazer and a ginger bob that looked a lot like Andie’s. Wait a minute. I took a few steps so I could get a look at the couple from a different angle. My heart ached and my stomach turned as I realized: Blane was out there with those weirdos…and he was out there with Andie.
Why the hell would Andie talk to Blane? He’s essentially me but more of a pussy. And I thought she doesn’t like my kind of people. I paced slowly around the hallway, waiting for Blane to get back inside so he could explain this nonsense to me.
A few minutes later, Blane walked past me, swinging his arms in glee. Yeah I bet he’s happy, he just got to talk to the girl I’ve been over the moon for 4 years for. I approached him from behind, trying to keep a calm tone, “Hey Blane. How you doing?”
“Hey buddy! What’s up?” He smiled at me. Wipe that smile off your face, you proud bitch.
“Not much, going to class.”
“Well I saw you outside.”
“So?” He smiled nervously. Oh? Why so defensive?
“So what were you doing?” I sat back as I waited for his answer.
Still, he looked very nervous. “What’re you? My mother?” he scoffed and smiled, “Come on, I gotta go. I’ll see you later.”
I squinted my eyes at him. “Blane what’s going on?”
“Well not nothing. I mean, I saw you talking to that chick—What’s her name? Andie or something?” I asked, trying to not make it obvious that I know her.
“Listen, my best friend is conversing with a mutant, you know. I’m curious. I don’t think that’s any reason to get defensive.”
“I’m not defensive. I just happen to like her, alright?” You just happen to like her? Well I just happened to like her for 4 years, so that’s not much of a solid story there.
“Listen it’s, you know, your life, it’s none of my business,” I dismissed as I got up.
“You really don’t think she’s got something?” He asked hopefully, like he wanted my approval.
Yeah no shit I think she’s got something. Why do you think I’m even taking time to talk to you about her? But, I can’t say that. So instead I just turned back at him and said, “No. I really don’t. I’m sorry.”
Blane looked down, biting his lip while looking dejected. On the inside, I smiled in satisfaction. “You’re gonna be late, buddy,” I noted as I pointed at the bell. It rang, and I walked off, leaving my best friend to contemplate him trying to pursue my crush.
Okay, I’m not a dickhead for doing that. I liked her first.
I was hanging around my locker before first period. It was my birthday, and I was wearing the bright pink blazer my grandma gave me the night before. I’m not a pink person, but I love my grandma, so I wore it for her.
“Steff, buddy, you’re not homo, are you?” One of my buddies chuckled at me.
“What the hell,” I scoffed, “Lay off me. It’s my birthday.”
“Whatever man, just seems a bit odd to be wearing pink as a guy.”
I could feel my face turn a dark red. I looked down in embarrassment, about to change into a blue blazer I had in my locker...until a voice rang in my ears. "I like your blazer," it had said.
I turned around and faced whoever complimented me. It was a girl with ginger hair, wearing a quite interesting outfit that stood out from what a lot of girls at this school wear. She had on a pink floral maxi skirt and white boots paired with a white, mock-turtleneck blouse and pink vest. This girl had quite an assortment of random jewelry on, also sporting a pink bowler hat that was adorned with black flowers. On anyone else, this outfit would look like a mess, but on her...oh my gosh. She made it work. "Uhhh hello?" Her voice rang again.
I quickly snapped out of it, putting on the smile I typically use to attract girls. I held out my hand, "Hiya there. I'm Steff."
She rolled her eyes, but I swear I could see a smile slip onto her face as she shook it back. "I'm Andie, and I like your blazer. That guy was a real jerk for saying that crap to you."
My heart smiled as she complimented me. Andie's not the kind of chick I go for. My parents would skin me alive if they caught me bringing home a girl not like us, but I can work with that. Maybe if I go steady with her, I can get her to appeal to more of a common style that wouldn't be such an eyesore.
"Well thank you, Andie. You look pretty lovely yourself. I'm not the kind of person to go for someone who resembles a Monet, but hey, I dig trying out something new," I chuckled, expecting her to blush at my charm.
But no, she looked offended for some reason. "What exactly do you mean by that?"
"You know, a Monet looks okay from a distance until you get all up and close to see how much of a mess it is. But you make that work, and I admire your ability to pull that off."
Yeah, she didn't think that was charming at all. "Go to hell," Andie spat, storming off.
I leaned against my locker, wondering why she was being such a bitch. Oh well, her loss. I could get any girl I want, anyway.
Even though that didn't end well, I kept the bright pink blazer on.
notes: so that's part 1! i'm not sure how many parts this will be split up in, but we'll see (:
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