Bad Intentions (Falling In Reverse)

Three: I've Been A Bad Girl And It's Plain To See...

Three: I’ve Been A Bad Girl And It’s Plain To See…

~Bri~

“So why do good girls, like bad guys? I‘ve had this question for a real long time! I‘ve been a bad boy and it‘s plain to see! So why do good girls fall in love with me?” I slammed down on my guitar stings, rolling my eyes at the lyrics while trying to play and sing louder than Ronnie. It wasn’t working too well.

I attended to do that little guitar riff that Jack does with ease, but it didn’t sound as good. For obvious reasons. I won’t even lie, I’m not even on the same level as Jacky or Derek when it comes to guitar. Those dudes are literally the masters.

Ronnie took the mic off of the stand, walking around the stage with a smile that can only be described as a Ronnie Radke grin. “You‘ve got pep in your step. You live your life with no regret.” he stopped in front of me, looking down so that his face was only inches from him. “How you looked when you were wet is something I can not forget. I just wanna kiss your lips,” he put his figure on my chin, titling it upwards toward his face. “The ones between yours hips. If I cashed in all my chips on you, then baby I’d be rich.” he smiled, backing up a few inches. I knew he was messing around…but I also knew he was enjoying singing this song to me.

‘Sexy pervert, he is.’ I thought to myself.

He circled the stage, jumping up and down while hand banging as I played guitar. But, when his next verse started, his lips were at my ear. “Sexy, please text me. I'm ready for you. Waiting, I'm begging. So please give in soon.” I rolled my eyes at his lyric change. He’s only doing this because we’re down here by ourselves. If Alex, Jacky, or Ryan were here, he would’ve have pulled this crap.

That’s when I jumping into the mic. “So why to good boy like bad girls? I’ve had this question for a real long time! I’ve been a bad girl and it’s plain to see,” I smirked. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him give me a confused look. But it quickly turned into a Ronnie grin. “So why do good boys fall in love with me?”

I‘m not sure how he did it, but somehow, Ronnie managed to slid his hands around my waist without touching the guitar. “Ooo lala, what lovely curves.” when he pulled me into him, he hit the weak stop on my waist causing me to let out moan before I could catch it. “Baby I get off by getting you off first.” by this point, he wasn’t even singing anymore. He was whispering the lyrics in my ear. I was starting to wonder just who far his little joke was going to go. I got my answer when he kissed my collarbone. Somehow, it seemed like he knew about the weak spot because, as his thumb traced circles on it, I was nearly biting through my lip trying not to let another moan escape. “Sorry girl if this is quick. So please just--”

His lyrics were cut off by the sound of my guitar dropping on the stage, cause all the strings to make a God awful screeching noise. That’s what I get for not wearing the strap. “Fuck.” that was meant to come out sounding pissed, but instead it came out as a breathless moan instead. Damn it to hell…

“Turned you on, did I?” Ronnie chuckled in a mock innocent voice, walking in front of me so I could see his smirk. “Oops.”

I jokingly punched him in the arm, rolling my eyes. So that’s what he was trying to do this whole time, huh? I should have known. “That’s not fair. I’m sex deprived.”

He laughed again. “I could help you with that.”

“Screw you.” I mumbled, laughing as I leaned down to pick up my poor baby. Aka, my guitar. I can’t believe I actually dropped it that hard. Stupid Ronnie and his sexual tricks…

“That’s exactly what I had in mind, Doll.” he laughed, grabbing my hand and pulling me up to my feet. He smiled at me. “You ready to talk about Ingle?”

My eyes dropped to the ground, remembering what I saw on tv this morning. It caused my heart to twist in pain. I didn’t want to think about it…That’s reason Ronnie and I are down here, -under the venue practicing for the show tonight- to get my mind off of Chris. It was working until now. “No.” 

“I see.” he nodded, giving me a knowing smile. Which is weird because he can’t stand Christofer. “Well, if you want a little, ya know, to keep your mind off of him,” he winked at me, throwing his arms over my shoulders so that his hands were holding the back of my ponytail. “I’m your guy.”

I rolled my eyes, trying to play fight the smile that was now playing on my lips. I knew he was trying to make me laugh. Ronnie and Alex are a lot alike. Even thought they won‘t admit it. That‘s why Ronnie and I have this type of the friendship. “I think I’ll pass, Thunder.”

“Eh.” he shrugged. “I think I can do it better.”

Uhm…did he just insult my boyfriend’s sexual skills? I may be a little mad at Christofer, but there are something’s you don’t say. I frowned at him, getting a little pissed. “Now wait just a goddamn minute, Ronnie. What--”

He put his finger on my lips. “Shh.” he shushed me, leaning is face down so that they were closer than necessary. “I’m not insulting him. I’m just stating facts. I do have a few years on him, if you haven’t noticed.” he pushed a piece of stray hair behind my ear before whispering into it. “Older, more experienced.”

When his lips lightly brushed against my jaw, I found myself nibbling a hole into my bottom lip. Again. For the second time in ten minutes. Damn, damn, damn…“I wouldn’t know.”

He chuckled at my breathless tone. His hand moved to the back of my neck, pulling my face toward his as his eyes stared into mine. The way he looked at me, made me forget everything from being upset about Christofer, what day it was, even my own name. “I could show you.” he whispered only two inches from my lips.

I bit my little harder. I winced lightly as I felt my tooth break the first layer of skin. I know if I bite down any harder, there will be blood. “I love my boyfriend.” I reminded myself. Yes. I love my boyfriend. I love him with everything I have. Yeah…the boyfriend who enjoys walking around with other chicks, holding their hands and whatnot. The boyfriend who isn’t here right now. So, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. Right? “If you’re going to kiss me, just do it, Ronnie.” I blurted out before thinking twice.

He smiled. “Knew it only a matter of time.” he mumbled before leaning his face closer to mine. But, when someone cleared they’re loudly throat, he froze before our lips touched. I froze as well, not knowing if I was pissed at whoever just walked in, or grateful. One thing is for sure, I was a half of second away from cheating on Christofer. Oh gosh…I don’t care what he may have done with that Connie girl. I want to stab myself right now.

“Bri, am I interrupting something?” David spoke in a calm voice, but I could heard the ‘I’ve caught you red handed’ tone coating his words. He looked between Ronnie and I, smirking as he fully realized what was about to happen. David is not one to rat me out, thankfully. However, I know he’s going to hint about this when he wants to be funny. David is a pretty loyal friend, but a total asshole.

I pushed Ronnie back before leaning down to pick up my guitar. I felt my cheeks turn hot. Partly from embarrassment, partly from self loathing. “Not at all.” I was the one to clear my throat this time. “I was just leaving.”

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I bit my lip, pacing back and froth outside of the venue. I saw fan across the parking lot looking over at me. Probably trying to figure out who I am and/or what I’m doing. “It’s Bri Thomas! Ohmyfuckinggod!” I heard someone in the crowd yelled in excitement. I can’t blame them for freaking out. I used to do the same thing at shows.

I waved, giving them all a friendly smile before going back to my own problems. Right now, I’m being face with a serious dilemma. A dilemma in which I only have two choices; and I som how have to choose the lesser of there two evils:

Call Christofer and tell him what nearly happened earlier today, risking my relationship, but telling the truth before someone else tells him.

Or, keep it to myself and let the guilt eat me alive. All the while knowing, if someone else DOES tell him, he’ll think I kept it from him because I felt something for Ronnie. And that will kill him.

See my problem? Either way someone is going to get hurt. It’s pretty much a lose/lose situation. Even though Chris in the wrong as well. TMZ showed a picture of him leaving Connie Cruise’s house after spending the night there. I don’t think anything happened, but they were holding hands. Of course that didn’t help the rumors about them having an undercover relationship.

I partly blame that for what I nearly did with Ronnie. I was hurt -completely crushed actually- and nearly in tears for obvious reasons. That’s why Ronnie made me play guitar while he practiced. I don’t think he meant for us to nearly kiss, but I know he was trying to get my mind off of Christofer.

I sighed, finally deciding what I was going to do. I pulled my cell phone out of my back pocket, dialing Christofer’s speed dial. I leaned against the wall, taking a deep breath before hitting the ‘call’ button.

“Hello?” his happy voice flew through the phone, making my heart warm. Despite that TMZ article -because I know they lie and make up shit- I miss him like crazy.

I smiled to myself, trying to regain control of my voice. “Hi.”

“Bri. Hey, beautiful.” he laughed and it sounded like music. Oh god…I fucking hate myself. “It’s almost time for your show, right?”

I nodded even though he couldn’t see it. I felt my eyes begin to sting as the tears threatened to escape my eyes. “Yeah.”

He was silent for a moment. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” I tried to answer firmly but my voice cracked. I closed my eyes, leaning my back and putting my hand on my face, letting it down. After this, I’m going to hate even more than I already do.

“Something. I can hear it in your voice.” he told me in a caring voice. “If something is bothering you, you can tell me. You know that, Darling.”

“I know. I just…” I took a deep breath. I could quiet possibly break his heart. I don’t know who would hate me more: His fans, or myself. I took another deep breath. I have to do this. “I need to talk to you about something.”

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Author’s Note: DUM-DUM-DUUUUUM. xD Now, do you think she’s actually going to tell him? I wonder…Also, if you’re wondering who Connie Cruise is, she’s in a band called Sleeping Owls Sing. SOS is a band in a book called BAND CAMP written by one of my most dedicated ‘Not The Ordinary FAN’  fans, sun4wallflower4shine. This chapter is dedicated to her. (: Thank you, darling! ^.^ And, before you all start hating Ronnie Radke, he's really not a jerk. But someone had to be the bad guy in this book. xD

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-Lexi Rain