Rodricks bitch.

chapter 2

"you what?" i say confused.

"not like that, it's to make Heather jealous. she's coming to the gig with this guy that people are saying is her boyfriend" he says.

"okay but why me? i'm sure there's plenty of girls that would be dying to go on a date with you, the wonderful Rodrick, that you could of asked" i say sarcastically.

"well yeah but i wouldn't want to get their hopes up and make them fall insanely in love with me, i know you won't fall for me. too hard at least. so i asked you" he says in a shit eating way.

"no" i say before opening the door.

"please Y/n. i'll drive you to school for a week or buy you dinner when we go out, just this once" he begs.

"i'll turn you do on the rides but dinner sounds good. before i agree to anything what do i have to do anyway?" i say.

i know he won't stop pressing me until i say yes so i may as well give in before he starts getting annoying.

"just turn up. act like you like me. there. done" he smirks

"what kind of gig is it? so i know what to wear"

his eyes lit up.

"so you'll do it?" he asks eagerly.

"sure why not, but i get to choose the restaurant"

"deal. thanks Y/n you rock!" he says picking me up and swinging me around.

"put me down moron"

i've never seen him so excited. it's weird.

"right, sorry" he chuckles.

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it's Friday night and i'm the phone to Rodrick. he's helping me pick out something for tomorrow since he didn't tell me what to wear.

"so what type of style do i have to wear" i ask

"well do you have clothes that aren't so boring right?" he asks teasingly.

"haha. very funny but seriously though what do you want me to wear"

"i don't know. just small. wear what most chicks our age wear"

"so skimpy clothing?"

"yes exactly. the skimpier the better" i can almost hear him smirking through the phone.

i already regret agreeing to this. what did i expect though. it's Rodrick Heffley. i go into my wardrobe and pull out my tiniest pieces of clothing.

"what's taking you so long i'm bored" Rodrick complains.

"i just need to change now asshole. i'll call you back when i'm done"

i call him again after i'm done then walk up to my window that is opposite Rodricks in a push up bra with a small, red, low cut crop top and the shortest black shorts i could find along with platform doc martens.

"is this good? i was thinking of maybe crimping my hair or something i think that's what people do at these things, right?" i say looking down pulling down my shorts acting like they will get longer.

"you look hot" he says.

"so is it good or not?"

"it's perfect. who knew you could be so slutty" he lets out a self satisfied chuckle.

"watch it of ill wipe that smirk off your face you dick"

"i'd like to see you try"

i hang up again and get into my pyjamas. i lay in bed staring at my ceiling while slowly drifting to sleep.

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it's the next morning and i wake up at 10:30 hearing Rodrick practicing in his garage, as always. i change out of my shorts into sweats and head downstairs to eat breakfast. after, i go to see Rodrick for our plan tonight.

i knock on the garage door before walking in.

"hey asshole" i say ducking down under the garage door so i don't hit my head.

"good morning to you too" he jokes.

"so about tonight. what's our plan?" i say sitting down on a chair in front of him.

"the rest of the band is going to get fast food with their dates before the show, so if you don't mind" he says scratching the back of his neck.

"so now i don't even get a proper dinner, as promised"

"hey you're still getting fed" he laughs.

i shoot him a stern look.

"you know what forget them, we can go out together to wherever you want to go. i'll tell them i'll meet them there" he says seriously.

"i'm only joking if you want to go out with the band go for it" i say feeling sort of bad.

"no don't worry it's not a big deal, to be honest i don't think i what their shitty fast food either".

i smile at him and walk out.