Rodricks bitch.

chapter 1

my alarm rings piercingly in my ears. school. 'time to do this shit all over again' i say under my breathe. Monday mornings, arguably the worst day out of the whole week. i get up and take a hot shower before getting changed into *make up your own outfit i do not want to get roasted for it*. i do light make up before i grab my bag and leave.

i arrive at school and head to registration. i sit down on the uncomfortable chairs and scroll through my phone. the bell rings and in he comes. Rodrick Heffley. my worst nightmare. he's such a asshole yet everyone praise him like a god.

"late again?" our teacher says.

"sorry Mrs. B" he says smugly.

he sits down and drops his bag on the floor before putting his hands behind his head and stretching.

yawning he says, "nice shirt Y/n" .

i nod at him in a thanks i guess sort of way. he's probably expecting me to feel flattered but he's the last person i'd thank for a half-assed compliment.

school finishes and i drive home. oh yeah did i forget to mention, Rodrick lives next door. his van comes roaring down the street. it's white with 'loaded diaper' written on it, it's his bands name. stupid i know. rolling my eyes, i walk towards my door.

"Y/n!" he shouts getting out his van.

"what" i sigh.

"i was thinking we could study together, for our science test" he says.

random.

"why would i study with you? my grades are far better i wouldn't benefit from it" i say.

"yeah that's sort of the whole point, you help me because you're smart and i'm uh..." he pauses

"not?" i say for him.

"doesn't matter, are you up for it or not?" he says displeased.

"i'll think about it" i say, even though i really don't want to.

"cool, come to mine at 6" he says walking into his house.

studying with Rodrick Heffley. great. he might be the dumbest person i know. he's too focused on his stupid band and his obsession with Heather Hills to care about school. speaking of Heather Hills, i feel bad for her. Rodrick practically drools over her every time she walks past him, he's crazy about her. i don't think she'll ever give him a chance. last year he completely ruined her sweet 16 when he performed. poor girl got chocolate fondue all over her dress that was probably worth hundreds.

i grab my science notes, some pens and head next door. Susan, Mrs Heffley, opened up the door.

"Y/n! how are you?" she asks.

"i'm good, you?" i say giving her a small smile.

"i'm great thanks for asking. what brings you here sweetie?" she says with a comforting smile plastered across her face.

i always liked Mrs Heffley. she was nice to me when i was younger, she and my mother used to speak a lot when me and Rodrick were kids.

"i'm here to see Rodrick, he wanted to study" i say.

"oh, really? not like him. Rodrick Y/n is here to see you!" she says.

he doesn't respond.

"hi Y/n" Greg says.

he's Rodricks younger, more bearable brother.

"hey Greg" i reply.

"Y/n just go upstairs he's probably playing his drums upstairs or something" she says letting me in.

i walk upstairs and into the door that has 'loaded diaper' written in black spray paint on it. i knock but don't get a response so i just open it. there he is doing exactly what his mother said he would be.

he must notice i'm there after a while since he takes off his headphones.

"Y/n! when did you get here?" he asks walking away from his drum set.

"like 10 minutes ago. looks like you were busy" i say mockingly.

"yeah i've been trying to practice because we have a gig coming up soon. anyways. you know i didn't actually want you to study with me" he says.

"i mean it was pretty random but if you don't i don't see why i have to stay here" i say grabbing the door handle.

"no wait listen to me" he says grabbing my wrist.

"you have 2 minutes, and let go of me" i say shaking him off.

"okay so basically i was wondering if you wanted to come to our gig this weekend" he says.

what...