I'm Not That Perfect

"Alan, he was the one who said it. Not me." I said into my phone. Alan had called me the second I was back in LA naturally. Currently I was browsing through the racks at TopShop for some retail therapy.
"He didn't mean it, Ave. Come on." Alan replied.
"Yeah? If he wanted to talk to me so bad he could call, alright." I said shortly.
"We'll be back today. There's some party at the label they're throwing that we have to attend. Why don't you come?" He asked.
"I have to go." I said, ending our call. Goddamn drama everywhere.
I stepped out of the store and into the sunlight, intending to go to Urban Outfitter's but instead running into the last person I expected or wanted to see.
"Avery, babe." Ronnie Radke smirked at me. "That was quick. Ditch your man already?"
I rolled my eyes. "Not for you."
"Aw, come on. I could make you feel better than Carlile ever could." He replied. "Walk with me."
I decided to humour the asshole. "You're back already?"
"Can't stay away from California for long. Besides, there's a party tomorrow night that I wouldn't miss for the world." He replied.
"You're going to that?" I raised my eyebrows.
"I am indeed and it's pretty great that I ran into you, see, because if you left Carlile all alone in London. . . I do need a date." Ronnie said.
A lightbulb went off in my mind. Austin's jealous streak was awful. "Do you really now, Radke?"
"I do." He said.
"I could help with that." I bit my lip.
"That's so hot." Ronnie said, looking over. "Jesus. How'd a girl like you end up with Carlile?"
"Me. You. This goddamn party. You down or not?" I asked shortly.
"To the point. I like it. You're not using me to make him jealous, are you?" Ronnie asked. "It's cool if you are, you just gotta suck my dick or something to make up for it."
"You're a pig. Maybe you could actually get a girl if you weren't such an ass." I bantered.
"Damn, girl. You must be great in the sack. I've got plenty of women, thank you very much. You ever had a threesome, Avery?" He asked.
"Yeah. Have you ever gotten laid, Ronnie?" I asked.
"Sassy. So hot." He shook his head. "I'll be seeing you tomorrow night then? Preferably naked, but if you wear a dress like the one in London then that's acceptable"
I smirked. "Tomorrow night. Later, asshole."
**
I laughed when my phone rang the next morning as I was reading an article online; Austin Carlile's girlfriend seen with Ronnie Radke in London and LA?
"Hey there." I said, accepting his call.
"What the hell are you doing hanging around with Ronnie fucking Radke?" Austin demanded.
"I'll sleep with anyone who's in a band. I'm just trying to get in his pants." I said shortly.
"God dammit. If you want to talk, let's talk. Be angry with me all you want. But don't go out with Radke of all people, Avery. He's a bad guy." Austin replied, his tone softer.
"He's fun." I shrugged.
"I'm sure he'll be really fun when he tries to use you as a punching bag." He replied sarcastically. "Please, Ave. He's not the guy."
I rolled my eyes. "I'll see you tonight, Austin."
***
"Damn, girl. That dress looks pretty good on you. Bet it looks even better off of you." Ronnie said when he picked me up.
"Fuck off and let's go to this goddamn party." I replied. I wasn't in the mood for anything tonight.
"Your man's going to be there. How about we make out in front of him?" He asked. I rolled my eyes. Time to get this over with.
We got to the party just as things were getting started. Austin was already there with his band as well as Oli's when I walked in with Ronnie.
"Fix your tie, dumbass." I said when we found a spot to linger in, straightening his tie.
"Touch me more, just go a little lower." He commanded.
"I will rip your dick off and feed it to you." I said. Fear was in his eyes.
"Kinky." He nodded.
"You are insufferable." I hissed.
"Go back to Carlile then." He raised his eyebrows.
"As if. I'd rather hang with an idiot like you than a guy who acts like my father." I rolled my eyes, feeling Austin's eyes on us.
"Damn." Ronnie nodded. "You're heartless, Avery baby. I like it." I didn't respond, instead staring at him blankly. "Hey, I left my wallet in the car. Come with me to get it?"
I nodded, following him and looking at Austin one last time. He was still looking at me. I turned away and walked.
"Listen, Avery babe, are we going to do this or what?" Ronnie asked once we were in the parking lot, pushing me up against his car.
"I'm not doing anything with you." I said shortly. I wanted nothing more than to be with Austin in that moment.
He began kissing my neck. "Come on, babe. I know you want me. It's easy to see."
"Get off me." I snapped, shoving him off. He was easily half a foot taller and much stronger than me but I wasn't having any of it. He glared at me, not impressed.
Austin appeared out of nowhere and grabbed Ronnie away from me and landed a punch on his nose all at once.
"Jesus, Carlile. Jealous?" Ronnie asked. He pulled back to hit Austin but I moved in front of him.
"Ow! God dammit!" I cried. Ronnie's fist had landed on my eye and it hurt like hell.
"Never been afraid to hit someone smaller than you, right Radke?" Austin seethed.
This was getting ugly fast. I let Austin hit Ronnie once more before I intervened. "Austin! Let's just go! Austin Carlile!"

Notes

ya once again if you're a ronnie radke fangirl don't hate me ok? k. hope you like this oneeeee