drummer boy | r.h.

* ten *

// A/N - OKAY OKAY I know I said the next chapter was gonna be long BUT I decided to leave it on a cliffhanger so I cut this chapter in half and split it into two. You are welcome for the cliffhanger :] //

Plainview High School, Monday, September 13th. 9am

"Man I know! There's no way th-" As you walked through the halls of the school, Rodrick on your right and Ben on your left, your current conversation was cut short as someone came running up to the three of you. "Y/n!" You looked down at the boy, remembering him from lunch last week. "Oh hey Alex. Whats up kid?" As the three of you began to walk again, Alex trailed along beside you, smiling. "I was at the show last night! You guys did great" You gave him a nod, smiling. "Thanks, kid. Glad you could make it" He nodded and fell silent. As the four of you reached the classroom for your's, Rodrick's, and Ben's class, Rodrick and Ben headed in. You started to follow them but stopped as Alex grabbed your wrist. "W-Wait! Y/n" You turned to him, raising an eyebrow. "What? I gotta get to class kid, and so do you" Rodrick and Ben were behind you, the three of you blocking the doorway as they watched Alex who was staring up at you. "Uhm..." A few of Alex's friends appeared behind him, giving him a small push. "N-Nevermind.." Alex let go of your wrist and turned around, his friends beginning to laugh. "I told you he wouldn't do it" One of the boys spoke up, laughing at Alex. You glanced back at Rodrick and Ben, all three of your furrowing your eyebrow in confusion and letting out a chuckle. Alex took a breath and turned to you, looking up at you with newfound confidence at his friend's berating him. "Do you wanna go to homecoming with me?" You raised your eyebrows, letting out a laugh at his question. His friend's laughter died down and all of them turned to watch again, eyes wide and mouths hung open at Alex's confidence to ask you out. You ruffled his hair, giving him a small smile kid. "I'm too old for you, kid. Besides, I already have a date" Rodrick wrapped his arm around you, laughing down at the freshmen standing before you. Alex's face fell, his cheeks going red as his friends began to laugh again. "I told you!" "Dude she's like 18" "I told you she was dating someone" You glanced at his friends who began to tease him, giving them small glares. "You need better friends kid" You dug around in your bag, fishing out a small slip of paper. "Here. Hope that makes up for getting friend-zoned. And find new friends, these little twerps aren't your friends" He took the piece of paper as you handed it to him, his eyes going wide. You gave one last glance at his group of friends who were staring at you. "Get lost." They turned around and ran the other way, Alex going the opposite direction. 

You, Rodrick, and Ben turned to finally walk into class, all three of you starting to laugh. "Oh god, that poor kid" Ben laughed, putting his face in his hands and shaking his head. "I feel bad for the boy!" You laughed, sitting down in between Rodrick and Ben as the bell rang for class to start. "I told you he liked you" Rodrick spoke up, chuckling as he leaned back in his seat and twirled a pencil in his hand like a drumstick. You sighed, shaking your head as you chuckled once more. "He's like 12. What did he think I was gonna say?" The three of you let your laughter die down as class started so you didn't get in trouble, looking to the front of the room as your math teacher walked in. The mean, grey-haired, 4'10" old lady who was your math teacher let out a sigh as she slammed a notebook down on her desk. "Good morning all. I hope your weekend was well, no talking. Pull out your notebooks. We're taking notes today." All the students reached into their bags, pulling out various colored notebooks and flipping through them to an open page. You joined along, grabbing your notebook although you'd be damned if you were taking notes. You stared at the blackboard as she rambled on about some formula used to calculate something to do with circles. You weren't really listening. "Psst" Ben poked you in the side, handing you his notebook. The notebook in question was black, the band's logo scribbled on the front in white sharpie. It was the notebook Ben used to write songs in. He also used it to keep track of setlists and show dates. "The last page" He whispered "Show Rodrick. New setlist idea" You leaned over to Rodrick, flipping to the last page of the notebook.