Screw Off, Ross |A Ryan Ross Fanfic|

Wolf In Sheep's Clothing

I know it's bad quality, but at least I have it. Sorry for the quality. Listen to the song that goes with the chapter for this one!

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"Well you look hot, emo girl." He bit his lip, and I took another drink.

"Woah, woah, go slow." He chuckled, and ran his hands through his long, perfect hair.

"What do you want, Brent?" I slurred my venomous words, but it was hard to say anything to him with true venom because god did he look sexy.

"How about you come upstairs with me and we let you sober up? How does that sound pretty girl?" I nodded my head in a yes gesture, he threw me over his shoulder and we ascended.

I heard moans from the room he was taking me to, "Get out, losers." He yelled at the couple in his room.

They scrambled out and he laid me on the bed, he locked the door and laid with me. Before I could react he kissed me, so I kissed him back and the rest was a blur. When I woke up the next morning, my head ached and my body was frozen. I was completely naked and a sleeping Brent Wilson laid next to me. I gagged, and I smelled alcohol. I went to get up and that's when he started to stir.

"Morning, babe." He rolled over and sloppily kissed me.

"What happened last night?" I groaned.

"Well we had sex and your boy toy, Ryan, took some girl home." I felt my heartbreak completely in that moment.

"Will you do me a favour, Billy?" I felt tears roll down my cheeks, Brent sat up and kissed me.

"Yeah, what is it hotness?" He kissed me again, and I felt his hand journey up my thigh.

"Will you drive me to Ryan's house really quick? I promise only for like ten minutes and we can come right back here." I pleaded with him and he pecked my lips.

"Okay, babe." He seemed disappointed.

We got dressed and headed out the door, we got into his Porsche and I told him Ryan's address. We arrived in close to thirty minutes, I exited and knocked on the door furiously. I heard Ryan's dad approaching the door.

"Oh, hi (Y/N), Ryan's upstairs in his room." He stepped aside.

"Okay, thank you Mr. Ross." He nodded at me and I ascended the stairs.

I heard moans coming from his room, and I felt my heartbreak for the second time that morning, Brent wasn't kidding. I debated on bursting through the door, but I knew that it would make everything hurt worse. Ryan said he loved me, but god was that a lie. I ran down the stairs and back into Brent's car, I slammed the door and sobbed.

"Oh, (Y/N)." He rubbed my back and kissed me.

"Just take me back to your house." I said, weakness was evident in my voice.

Brent and I arrived at his house and instead of me feeling like shit over my problems, I got drunk again and we made out on his bed. Which makes it pretty obvious what that lead to, we laid there together for awhile and he turned to me.

"Hey (Y/N)." He turned to face me.

"Yeah, sexy?" I turned to face him.

"Do you want to be my girlfriend?" I kissed him and bit my lip.

"Sure, why not." I was emotionally exhausted and I really didn't need a relationship where I had to feel anything.

Brent eventually took me home where I got chewed out by my mom, I told her I stayed at Beverly's and that I was way too tired to call.

"You had me worried sick." Was the last thing she said before leaving for her boyfriend's house.

I called Curtis after she left and invited him over to play video games, he accepted and showed up in a matter of minutes. We played God Of War until close to five o'clock and got bored with it.

"How are things with you and Beverly?" I asked him as we laid on my bed.

"Actually, they're really great. How about you and Ryan?" He replied, I felt my eyes glaze over and I choked my tears down.

"I'm with Brent Wilson right now." I said, weakly.

"What happened with you and Ryan?" He studied my face closely.

"He took another girl home last night, I got drunk and stayed with Brent." I said, feeling tears coming up, Curtis noticed and wrapped a supportive arm around me.

"I hope things get better." He kissed my forehead.

"Thanks, Clitorus." That had been my nickname for him since eighth grade, mainly because his friends and I were the most immature people there were.

I laid there feeling numb, Curtis and I watched Netflix, but I wasn't actually watching it. My brain was hung on Ryan and what girl had been in his room earlier this morning. He said everything he felt for me was genuine and yet here he was fucking some random girl. It made me feel like shit that I had ever showed pity towards him, he wouldn't care if I were dead. I found myself crying into Curtis until he left because his dad called. As I laid there I thought about everything that had happened, all of the drama. Ryan Ross was horrible, but I loved him. He made me feel worthless one minute, and like the only girl in the world the next. It was an emotional roller coaster and it was painful. I didn't want pain. I stared at the cuts on my arms, they were healing. I didn't want to feel, I didn't want to breathe. Everything was painful. I hated myself, and I sure as hell hated Ryan Ross. He didn't care about me anymore than he did a rock on the side of the road. I didn't matter to him, I didn't matter to anyone. I couldn't handle it, I wanted to die.

I took a moment to let everything I was feeling and thinking sink in.

What the hell is wrong with you (Y/N) (Y/L/N)? You really want to commit suicide because a boy doesn't like you?

I love him, though.

No you don't, it's puppy love. Don't you dare put yourself down because someone you like is a bastard, he doesn't deserve you. Lift your fucking head up and be happy. You're amazing and if he can't see that he doesn't deserve you.

My rational thinking was right, what was the point in being depressed over Ryan? If he didn't care enough about me to avoid hurting me, what was the point in thinking that I loved him?

That was when my phone rang.

It was a call.

From Ryan.