Young and Emo? | Ryan Ross x Reader

Who Is She?

"A-an ex. She cheated on me, I caught her. She wasn't like you, she was a different type of girl, she was... A slut." I smirked at his choice of words, if some girl cheated on me, I'd call her every negative phrase under the sun. I let out a sigh that I had been subconsciously holding in.

"I know what that's like." He gave me a confused look.

"Allow me to elaborate, I've had my fair share of man sluts that have cheated on me. Maybe that's why it takes so long for me to trust someone, or maybe it's that whole situation with him." He nodded and shifted his focus back on the road. The rest of the car ride was silent besides the quiet music pumping through the speakers of the car radio. When the car screeched to a stop I said my goodbyes and headed into the familiar building. I was greeted by a hungry Yoshima. I fed her before collapsing onto my bed. I have dance practice tomorrow, we start touring next week. I stood up, took a shower, ate, then returned to my rightful place on the bed. I slowly felt myself entering a place I like to call sleep.

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I awoke to the buzzing of my phone, it's him. I quickly declined and blocked the number. I sighed before getting up and getting dressed. I made breakfast, well, not really, it was just cereal but I still made it, kinda. I went on my phone for a bit.

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I walked up to the doors of the dance studio, pushing them open and walking inside. I went over to Sarah who was staring at Brendon and giggled at her.

"Just go talk to him." I whisper-yelled. She looked at me and opened her mouth to speak but was cut off by someone calling my name.

"- (F/N)!" I looked over to see the brunette, honey-Eyed man that made my heart flutter--- WAIT WHAT? WHAT DID I JUST THINK? I walked over to the familiar group of boys, keeping a straight face despite the war that was waging in my head. When I arrived, me and the boys started chatting and joking around, I felt like I was accepted into their group. Everything was going fine until... I felt the hot liquid rush all over my body, I let out a yelp as it burned my skin slightly. I looked at the culprit who poured the scorching coffee over me. It was the sluttiest looking girl I'd ever seen, what seemed to be ten pounds of makeup coated her face, her breasts were hardly covered by the crop top that showed WAY too much cleavage, her ass wasn't even covered by the booty shorts, even though she barely had a ass, the amount that she did have was barely covered. Just the sight of her made me want to throw up. I've seen her before, then it hit me, she was a backup dancer like me. Why did she do this? Who is she?

"What the hell?! Fuck you too! Slut!" I couldn't hold in the anger, this was no accident, I knew she did it on purpose. She gave me the puppy dog eyes as I glared.

"Sorry... I didn't mean it." She had a sarcastic tone, confirming my suspicions that she did it on purpose. I suddenly felt someone tug my arm, pulling me to the backroom. Once I was successfully in the room I turned to the person who dragged me here, Ryan.

"Here." He handed me a pile of clothes. He had a look of pain on his face. I looked through the pile, it was a hoodie, and sweat pants.

"Turn around." I whispered. I quickly changed out of my coffee stained clothes and into Ryan's cozy clothes.

"Hey?" I asked.

"Yeah?"

"Who was she?"

"Keltie Colleen, my ex."

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Hey guys! So, I wanted to thank you guys for the amazing support! Anyways, I don't have anything against Keltie, I just personally don't like her. Plus, I needed a 'villain'. This story isn't meant to offend anyone. Bye!