𝐀𝐫𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫| 80s heart throbs ( Matt Dillion & Ralph Macchio ) x reader

Drop out

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Ahh, yes, another chapter made when I have 10 more things to do before this. Lets hope my writing isn't too bad for this chapter shall we?

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Instead of meeting the sound of my alarm clock, I hear Dave bitching at me to get ready for school. "Listen, kid, I don't want you to end up like me, ok? Just put on some fucking clothes and get ready for school." He said, walking away. I looked at my alarm clock and saw 10:34 AM, that fucking cunt couldn't even wake me up to get to school on time. "You bonehead, you couldn't even wake me up on time!" I screamed, making sure he could hear me. "Ain't my fault, it's your clocks fault for not going off on time, or is it yours for going to bed at 5 AM." He screamed at me, little shit needs to keep his voice down.

I decided to not go today, whats the point anyway, I'm already like 3 hours late.

I get up and strench a bit, then falling to the floor, looking at the ceiling, seeing the vague daylight made my room visable. "So you're playin hooky, you little runt." Dave said, walking into my room and looking down at me, croutching down he then blows smoke above me. "Can't blame you there, I would just be worried for how you'll will the contest seeing that your art is so bad." He said, I shot up and turned to him with a pissed expression. "You fucking asshole, my art isn't bad, you know what, fuck you! Get out, eat shit." I said, kicking him out your room. "Love you, little sis." He said.

Slaming my door, I look over to the bag of art supplies I bought last night, walking over to pick it up and set up in my room.

You see, I'm this thing called poor, and I can't afford a computer, so I grab one of my favorite magazines of Ralph and begin to sketch out his face on the canvas. Once I finished the sketch, I looked back at it seeing how horrible it was, maybe Dave was right that I sucked at art. Fuck nah, fuck Dave, eat shit! I edited the sketch before I started actually painting, it took forever to find his tones, but I got closest to his tones. I didn't want to paint in silence with a hit of vague music from my brothers room that sounded like a weed addict would listen to. 

I got up from my seat and grabbed my boombox that I got for Christmas, grabbing a cassette and putting it in, then realizing that I didn't rewind it. 

It was about 2 pm when I heard something from my window, looking though my blinds, I see 3 kids ganged up against this one guy that's blonde. They were doing it in the middle of the street for some fucking reason, it's like if you're gonna start a fight do it in an alle or some shit not in a fucking neighborhood you lunatic.

 I then see the blonde pull out a switch blade, then cut one of the guys forearm with it and another ones shoulder. I didn't see the blonde's face, but I saw that he had a smirk on his face. 

I then saw him put the blade to on one of their throats, that was my cue to look away before I some how get involved. Before I shut the blinds, I saw one of the 3 guys look at me. I went back to my painting until fucking DAVE walks in without knocking. "Hey shit face, you want to go to red leaf?" Dave said, red leaf is a fast food industry that I grew up with. "Sure, why do you ask?" I said, looking up at him. "Well, cause I know your fat ass would like some cheap fast food." Dave said, I splashed some water to his face before I spoke. " Hey I'm not that fat!" I said, in reality I was a bit lazy and over weight, not a bit, I am over weight. 

"Don't try to deny it toots, here, I'll get you something at red leaf just stay home and do your little art thing." Dave said, walking away.

I look at what he threw at me and felt anger bumble inside me, it was a vhs of a Olivia newton john work out video. Fucking stupid dumbass cunt gave me a workout vhs. 

I was going to burn it and use it as lighting to light his room on fire, but decided not to, mostly because I would get in trouble and I don't feel like getting on dads nerves right now from already skipping.

Looking up at my tiny little tv in my room I see my reflection and see my plump figure, god maybe Dave is right, I haven't participated in p.e. in a while or worked out or do any sports. So that's probably why I look like this.

I feel defeat and drowsiness fill my body as I start to wobble over to my bed, still hearing the music from my boombox, falling asleep.

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Dave's pov-

I walk out from the house into my truck that I got for my 18th birthday, it was dads and he said he didn't want it anymore and it isn't worth anything if he scraps it. I'm 20 currently, and I have a slim figure, unlike y/n, she was fat as a kid, and still is. I never said anything about it until I told her about that contest thing.

I don't see anything wrong with it really, other than it being unhealthy and all, but sense she's going to be around hot guys my age, she'll have to be slim if she wants a chance with them. I'm just being realistic ok? 

I hope she looses most of it, I just want her to be happy. 

I end up getting her some of red leafs nuggets with a small soda, I promised her food, but I don't want her to get too many calories from it. 

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Author explaining what the fuck happened in the next 2 weeks

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Basically you gain depression, and don't continue the painting. You ended up not eating for a week and locked your room so that no one could go in or out. Dave thinks he might've gone too far, but doesn't want to do anything about it and just gives you space. That's until mom gets a call from the school saying that she hasn't been there, after another week the contest almost ends, until your brother gets tired of you and breaks down your door.