asshole // ronnie radke

chapter 1

beccas pov :

as i walked around the airport in LA after my flight landed, I struggled with my 3 suitcases and 2 carry on bags. i had a lot of shit. moving sucks ass. especially because i had no idea of where anything was. but at least im away from home. im 25 and I went to college to get my degree in fashion and designing at OSU. I'll admit, I'm pretty fucking good at it. i came out to LA to start an internship that Jessica Rose offered me. shes an older fashion designer who has made many dresses and designs for famous people. she was getting ready to retire and wanted to pass her business onto someone who she could trust. i guess that's me?

anyways, I finally found the exit to the airport and saw someone standing with my name on a sign. rebecca young. it made me feel so official. i would be living in a small studio apartment down the street from my work so I could get to and from easily. I was eager to meet my boss.

"here ma'am let me get those bags for you."

the driver put all 5 of my bags into the trunk and opened my door for me to get in. damn, I hope people are going to be this nice all the time.

I fell asleep on the short 20 minute ride to my apartment. the driver helped me bring my bags inside. i tried paying him for the ride but he said, "oh honey, you don't have to pay me. jessica hired me to drive you around. I'm your personal driver. its a pleasure to meet you ms. young."

"oh god, it's becca. just call me becca. and thank you, uh, what's your name?" I was completely lost with all this. I get my own driver?

"my names Patrick."
"well Patrick, it's very nice to meet you."
he gave me his phone number so I could call him anytime I needed a ride. I was living the fucking life here.

I started to unpack all my clothes and stuff. I didn't bring that much honestly. just all my clothes, my laptop, my drawings, a few pictures of my family, and my camera and Polaroid. my apartment was already set up with a bed and couch and all that stuff. I'm very thankful.

when I finished unpacking, I checked my phone to see my boss texted me.

Jessica : first day is tomorrow. hope you had a safe trip! be here around 9:30

I sent her a quick text back saying I would see her then.

after finishing one of my quick sketches, I opened my laptop and sat at my desk checking twitter. i got hungry so I decided to get ready and go get coffee and something to eat.

I hopped into the shower to wash my hair after that long ass trip. I got out and blow dried my long brown hair, making it poofy as hell. I straightened it and pulled it back into a high pony tail. I didn't feel like messing with makeup so I just put some mascara on. I put on black shorts with an all time low shirt and my maroon vans. I grabbed my wallet and phone and headed down the street to the little cafe that I saw on the ride here. it was a short walk so I didn't need to call patrick. I walked inside and it smelled like heaven. I love coffee. i went and ordered a turkey sandwich and a large iced french vanilla coffee. I sat down in the corner of the little shop and ate my sandwich, but decided to say for a little bit because it was so peaceful there. i texted my mom saying that I got here safely and scrolled endlessly through twitter and Instagram. soon i had finished my coffee and went to order another large one. i sat down for about 10 minutes and saw that it was starting to get dark so I started heading home.

as I walked out the door, some guy completely ran into me and me being the person I am held onto my coffee for dear life, letting my phone drop and shatter the front screen.

"you motherfucker! my poor baby is all cracked now. what an asshole!"

"yeah, I'm an asshole."

I looked up and saw the hottest guy ever. he had tattoos covering his whole body and huge muscles. this guy looked like a snack.

"here, I'll help you up." he stuck his hand out to help me and me being the evil person pulled him down with me.

"fucking bitch! god, my fucking head hurts, am I bleeding?"

shit shit shit shit. I made the hot guy bleed.

"oh fuck I'm sorry. but honestly I just want to leave you here to suffer since you cracked my phone."

"hey, it's your fault for dropping it," he replied sassily.

we both got up and I picked up my shattered phone and put it in my back pocket and helped him up.

"is there someone I can call to come get you? I don't think you should go home by yourself. you might want to put some ice on your head." 

he got out his phone and dialed someone's number. "hey fucker, come pick me up. I'm by our favorite coffee shop. yeah yeah yeah I ran into some girl and she was a bitch when I tried to help her up and pulled me down and I hit my head. now she's telling me to put ice on it and shit, acting like my mom. well, i wouldn't know what a mom is. anyway, come get me. bye."

I just raised my eyebrow at him.

"what?" he said.

I helped him sit down onto a bench while his friend, who I later learned was named Ryan, came to pick him up.

"here let me see your phone. I bet I can fix it." he said.

"are you stupid? you can't fix a cracked screen without going to the Apple Store." if he wanted to be sassy, I could be sassy too.

"just let me see it. unlock it." I did what he said.  

"bam fixed it." this guy is crazy.

"whatever helps you sleep at night kiddo."

soon his friend came to get him and helped him into the car. I honestly didn't feel bad. he cracked my phone.

"hey, sorry about your head. but I mean you deserved it, uh, what's your name?"

"ronnie. my names ronnie," he said as he flashed a cheeky grin.

authors note :

yo yo. I'm tori. don't know if anyone will read this but I hope yall like it. shoutout to irwined for making my cover. go read her lame ass story about the dancing hotdog. anyways, I'll try and update soon. see ya later kiddos :)