Rodricks bitch.

chapter 3

it's 5pm so i start to get ready for tonight. i put on a dress so i could change out of it once we get there. i put on heavier eye makeup than i usually would and pack eyeliner and lipstick in my bag incase i need it. i put the change of clothes in my bag and start to head out.

i walk out and see Rodrick in his Loaded Diaper t-shirt underneath a green open button up. he gives me a confused look.

"pretty dress but what happened to the outfit" he asks opening the door for me.

"relax it's in my bag i just wanted to be more comfortable when we eat dinner" i assure him.

"oh okay makes sense. you still sure you want to do it, i didn't really think about if you'd be uncomfortable or not" he questions.

"no it's fine. i'm just not used to it that's all" i smile.

"okay cool, so where do you wanna go?"

"erm. not sure, i heard there's a new *insert your favourite cuisine here lmao idk* restaurant like 15 minutes away from here"

"sounds good"

i tell him where to go and we arrive at the restaurant. the waiter comes to sit us down and asks what we want for drinks.

"just water for me, thanks" i say politely.

"same here" he says.

we order food and it arrives at our table.

"you know for being neighbors and going to the same school i really don't know a lot about you" he says before taking a bite of his food.

"i like to keep to myself, plus you aren't really someone i would talk to usually" i say sipping my water.

"why not though? i feel like it's always gone unsaid why you don't like me, did i do something?" he says.

"no you didn't do anything, that sort of the reason. people praise you all the time and you just eat it all up. if i asked you right now why people did i'm sure you couldn't think of a answer. all you do is play in a band with the rest of you douchebag friends and have a weird obsession with Heather Hills" i say.

he looks hurt which makes me feel bad.

"sorry. that sounded bad, i guess it sort of was but i don't mean to make you feel bad" i saying trying to make it sound nicer.

"ouch. but no it's okay don't apologise. you didn't sugar coat it like most people would and for your information i'm not obsessed with Heather Hills"

"then why am i here, Rodrick" i raise a eyebrow at him.

"i like her but i'm not obsessed, i bet you would try and make your crush jealous too" he says.

"no i wouldn't. plus i don't like anyone really" i say truthfully.

"you're kidding. you have to like somebody"

"nope"

"well if you ever do feel free to call me, i'm sure he'd go crazy if he saw you with me" he says arrogantly.

after dinner he drives you to where the gig is. it's just a really big party, i guess i wasn't expecting anything else.

"where are the bathrooms? i need to get changed"

"over there i think" he points in the direction of them.

"thanks"

i go into the bathrooms and change. i also touch up my lipstick and walk out.

"can i ask you a favour?" he says.

"another one" i roll my eyes in a jokey way.

"do you have eyeliner?" he asks awkwardly.

"um yeah why?"

"could i use it?"

"sure" i say reaching into my bag and getting it out.

he goes into the bathrooms and applies the eyeliner under his eyes and on messily on his eyelids.

"i can never get it right" he says walking out frustrated.

"come here i'll fix it for you" i say gesturing over to the chair next to me.

"thanks" he says sitting down.

i swipe the black pencil along his lash line and smudge it slightly with my finger.

"look up"

"i wasn't even looking at you boobs!" he says.

"no i meant actually look up it's easier to put it on"

"oh" he says red faced.

i chuckle as i rub it on his waterline and smudge it again.

"done" i say putting the lid back on.

i pull out a small mirror i had in my makeup bag and show him.

"thanks Y/n, it looks great" he smiles.

"no problem"

him and his band get ready to play and more people start to come. after a couple minutes the stage lights turn on, Rodrick and his band were all set up and ready to play.

"we are Loaded Diaper!" they all shout as they start to play.

i spot Heather during their last song and give Rodrick a shes here look. he smirks and continues to play before they finish up.

i was standing with his band mates girlfriends, they were all pretty nice surprisingly. after they get off the stage they walk straight too us.

"hey, what did you think of the show?" Rodrick says while putting his arm around my shoulders.

"you guys were good" i nod.

they actually weren't as bad as i thought they would be but i would never tell Rodrick that.

"look Heathers over there" he says under his breath.

"what do you want me to do?"

"i don't know. you're a girl you should know what would make you jealous"

she spots us and out of straight impulse. i turn towards him and place my lips on his. after a second he starts to kiss me back and moves his hand from my shoulders to my waist as he leans into it. i put one hand on the top of his back and the another on the back of his head. my fingers in his chocolatey brown hair as he holds me steady.

i zoned out. was i actually doing this. kissing Rodrick is the last thing i thought i'd do.

i pull away and look at him...