Trace The Lines //Ronnie Radke x Female Reader//COMPLETED

//ReadersPOV//

The sound of my alarm clock wakes me up one particular day of school. I groan irritably clicking it off. I hate school. Petty girls, asshole guys, and a bully that continually picks on me and me only. Never a fun thing. Pulling my body out of the bed, I look at my messy (H/L)(H/C) hair. A shower would be lovely, aside from the fact that dad is home. I'd rather not be harassed. I open up my wardrobe and look around before plucking a large grey hoodie off a hanger. "This would look good with some shorts fishnets and high tops" My voice sounds tired. The outfit looks amazing on me! Just my style along with my usually perfected makeup.
Instead of going out of the front door like a normal person, I raise my bedroom window up climbing out into a branch of a large peach tree just right outside of it before carefully shutting it back. My dad didn't care if I was home or not anyways. Rain streams down on the sidewalk while I watch my feet sway when I walk. I don't have a car...the bus doesn't come to my house thanks again dad. Might as well walk..
Climbing the stairs of my high school, I glance up and to my luck my bully waits just outside the door for me. I'm too shy to really stop her from doing anything. Her name is Bianca something I don't care enough to remember her last name. Her plastered on makeup creates a sneer across her oval face as she flicks her brown hair back. "The street trash has arrived!" Cries Bianca in a joyful tone while try to walk past her before she jabs my arm pushing me back. "Leave me alone@ I mumble. "For street trash, you have a really nice bag." Bianca snatches my arm back creating a struggle between her and I. "Oops!" She releases my bag causing me to fall back into a large puddle completely soaking myself. "Yo why the hell did you just do that?" A male voice says from only a few feet away from me. A guy I've never seen before approaches me, helping me up and out of the freezing water. He has that skater pot head vibe that I actually really like. His black hair comes down to about his shoulders which curve to his facial shape perfectly on his skin built body. I notice his nose has a piercing on it that fits nicely with his over all punky demeanor. Definitely taller than me by a good bit. "Because it's fun? Why?" Bianca puts an olive colored hand on her crazy skinny waist.
"Because it's really fucked up. Why are you picking on her anyways? I take it you're not a talker sweetheart?" The guy gazes his light brown eyes into my (e/c) eyes while I reply by shaking my head. "Maybe you should take some notes on how to keep your damn legs shut the way she keeps her mouth shut. Get the hell out of here" Bianca scoffs angrily before walking off. "Are you okay..? You're kinda shaking" I blush a little feeling anxious. "Look, here it's better than drenched clothes" he removes a black hoodie from his body showing a muscle shirt with a band title, skinny jeans and a belt along with some pretty banged up red converse. "Um...thank you." I respond sheepishly putting the large hoodie over my freezing body. He must like larger sizes for comfort like I do. He's not a large that's for sure. "It's no problem..." his voice trails off indicating he doesn't know my name.
"Oh! I'm sorry my names (Y/N)." A small and shy smile spreads across my lips. "(Y/N)? That's a nice name. It fit you looks pretty much to a T. I'm Ronnie." I shift softly becoming more comfortable now that I know "Ronnies" name. "Are you new or something?" Ronnie walks along side me in the hallway to my class. "Sort of." His response is fairly brief. "This is my...ninth school I think? I keep dropping out but my dad just keeps putting me back." "Why drop out?" I glance over at his taller figure. "School isn't for me. Assholes, hoes all the same shit really. I'll see you later (Y/N)" Ronnie waves a pale hand in my direction before leaving me to my class.
While my teacher talks on about Shakespearean history, I begin to smell the smell of cologne wafting from the hoodie Ronnie had given to me. Sort of spicy but very alluring. Ronnie seems like the sort of guy that's pleasurably dangerous. Seductive but venomous but absolutely addictive. Class drags on up until the bell. Gathering my things, I jump realizing he's right in front of me. "You're here..?" He nods. "I like walking with you. And if it keeps that hoe away then win win? Plus I get to look at your face some more" Ronnie grins. "Are you sure your focused on my face? My eyes aren't on my chest" I Throw at him trying to be a bit of a badass. "I didn't even know you had tits" My cheeks turn red and hot from that statement. "I'm just kidding (Y/N). " Ronnie reassures me. The day continued on fairly well and before I knew it it was time to go home. "Oh hey here's your hoodie back." I catch up to him in the parking lot. "Keep it. It looks like it's going to rain soon." Says Ronnie with a wink of the eye. I give a short wave before slipping the hoodie back on and walking home. My mind races with thoughts of the "new bad kid at school hanging out with the goody goody". A smile forms on my lips as I continue walking looking forward to tomorrow.