Caught like a fly (Ronnie Radke Fanfiction)

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Hi, my name is Kryctyna Eliixes Rocamarii Oshiana-Borscht... I go by Kryctyna Eliixes (Christina Alexis) most people call me Lex. I am 25, half cast but im originally from Transylvania. Weird combo, I know. I went to school with Ronnie Radke. I was actually in the same year as him, and yes, I know he is like 28 but I skipped 3 years. Now, you must all be thinking; “wow, she went to school with Ronnie! Must have been amazing!” It wasnt. He bullied me.

BACK IN HIGHSCHOOL

Ewww look, its that skinny little smart ass bitch, hey, Lex, what you doing in my cafeteria?”

I knew that voice anywhere, it haunted my dreams about as much as the face did. I turned to see Ronnie, Max and their group of petty followers.

Leave me alone, Radke. Im not in the mood for your bullshit today.” I went back to my drawing and not too long after that I felt my hair being yanked back and I looked up to see Max Green grinning evilly down at me.

I think you owe us an apology, dont you?” I heard him mutter. I never really stood up for myself because my foster parents treated me like shit and so did school, what was the point of fighting everyone in my life? But today was the anniversary of my parents deaths, I really wasnt to be messed with. So I said the first thing that came to my mind:

awww whats the matter? Cant your boyfriend stick up for himself?” I knew as soon as the words left my mouth, I was dead. His face filled with rage as did Ronnie's. They knew they couldnt hit me but that didnt stop the groupies from attacking me. Claws ripped at my clothes and my face, boots kicked at my sides and heels stamped on my knees. By the time they had finished I was a curled up ball on the floor. Everyone left for lesson and I just lay there and cry.

Two days later, I heard the news of Ronnie's band (Escape The Fate) leaving for tour! I was so excited! A year without Ronnie Radke and Max Green! I decided that the year they are gone, im going to change. New clothes, new hair, new persona, new me.

The day they left, I sought out some new friends.

1 YEAR LATER: RONNIE IS BACK FROM TOUR WITH ETF

Oh god, I thought, theyre back! Over this past year I have changed completely, I have respect from people, due to me causing fights and winning them and because of the people I hang round with (I will go into detail about that later), I throw the best parties, I have grown and developed properly and im a bit of a bad girl.

Talking of parties, im hanging like a bitch right now! And im 15 minutes late for lesson. As I open the door, I straigten my self out and act cocky as usual, especially when I remember that Radke has the same timetable as me.

LEXI! You are 15 minutes late! What is your excuse this time?!” Mr Den shouts at me, but I see the smile in his eyes, we are actually good friends.

Sorry sir” I say sitting in my seat next to Ronnie, “ I was sent to the principles office for starting a mosh pit in the hall.” everyone looks confused but I turn slightly to my right with a smirk on my face when I hear Ronnie try to smother a laugh by coughing. I lean towards him.

your welcome.” I say under my breath, wink at him and turn back to the front leaving him confused. My heart is pounding, why didnt he say something nasty?!

I had my headphones in because I had already learnt most of the stuff in class. Ronnie still next to me as I blared out Nine Inch Nails: Closer. As I doodled aimlessly on my notebook, one of my earbuds was removed as Ronnie leant over listening to my music, he nodded his head along with the beat and I sighed and shook my head, smiling lightly. I then felt my craving kicking in, I pulled out my tobacco and papers whilst holding a pack of filters in my mouth. I rolled a fag and offered it to Ronnie, he took it with a quiet “thanks” and I started to roll mine. Mr Den then walked up to us at the back of the class and told us to stay when the lesson finished. When Radke started to protest I put my hand on his arm and shook my head slightly when he looked at me.

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