drummer boy | r.h.

* twelve *

"Heather framed Rodrick" 

Your heart dropped and you immediately sat up straight, your eyebrows furrowing together. "What? What do you mean she framed him?" 

"Check your text messages!! I sent you a video that Jessie sent me"  You hung up, immediately opening your text convo with Ben. You had about 30 unread messages from him spamming to try and get your attention and the last message read. 

"remember that kid Alex? he sent this to Jessie. she sent it to me"

You let out a small scoff of confusion, eyebrows knitted together as you pressed play on the video. Your heart was pounding as you watched.

The video started with a shot of a kid's feet and a voice could be heard whispering. "Shut up Jake! I'm trying to get this on camera!" The camera panned up and Rodrick could be seen standing only a few inches from the wall, Heather in front of him and leaned up close to his face. A few of her friends could be seen in the background. "Oh come on! I know you want to go to the dance with me" Heather got a little closer to Rodrick, twirling her hair in her right hand as she smiled that fake barbie-doll smile at him. Rodrick took a step back, stumbling over his own two feet and slamming his back into the wall he tried to get away from Heather. "Heather fuck off! Why would I go to the dance with you, not only do I have a girlfriend but you're a fucking asshole" Heather scoffed and place a hand dramatically over her chest as if she was hurt by his words. "An asshole?! You know you love me" Rodrick let out a scoff, pressed against the wall as Heather kept the distance between them to a small amount. "You humiliated me over and over again when ALL I wanted was one chance! I've moved on from whores like you. I'm with Y/n now and she makes me happy." She rolled her eyes and opened her mouth to speak but Rodrick cut her off, standing up straight and looking down at Heather. "So yeah I think I'll pass on being your date to homecoming" Rodrick tried to push past her but she grabbed his shirt, pulling him into her and kissing him. One of Heather's friends could be seen to the side, snapping a picture or two as she laughed. Rodrick pushed Heather off of him, almost knocking her over as his eyebrows knitted together in anger and he wiped his lips. "Heather what the fuck!!" She just smirked and looked at her friend. "Did you get it, Miranda?" The girl nodded, holding her phone out to Heather who looked at it and let out her high-pitched giggle. "Perfect. Send it out. It'll get around to Y/n in no time" Heather began to walk away and the person filming quickly put their phone down as to not get caught by Heather, the video coming to a stop. 

You stared at your phone, the video automatically replaying as your hands began to shake. You clicked the back arrow, exiting the video and going back to your texts with Ben. 

'y/n he didn't do it'

"That bitch.." You mumbled, although you really couldn't concentrate on being angry at Heather. All you could think about was Rodrick. "He didn't do it..." You stared down at your phone, relieved at what you saw and slightly in shock. Thoughts raced through your mind and you debated on going over to the Heffley's right now to talk to Rodrick. Or maybe you should wait until Monday and just do it at school? 

"Oh for fucks sake!" You got up, grabbing your jacket, and flying down the stairs. You hurriedly pulled your jacket on as you sprinted down the stairs and into the living room, thoughts racing as you stumbled over your own two feet. "Y/n? Where are you going?" Your mom and Delilah were sitting in the living room with Melody, a movie playing on the TV. "Y/n!?" She called again "Rodrick's!!" That was all you said as you opened the door, still barefoot as you ran across the street to the Heffley's house. The puddles of rain in the street splashed underneath your feet, the wet grass sticking to your heels as you sprinted across the Heffley's front yard and up to the front door. You pressed the doorbell, panting heavily from sprinting over.