Rodricks bitch.

chapter 4

i look at Rodrick. he still seems shocked but he gives me a small smile. i turn to where i was before and gather my hair to the side thinking he would put his arm over my shoulders again but he doesn't. he puts his hand around my waist instead. i jump a little bit because i didn't expect it to which he looks at me in a you okay way. i smile and give him a small nod.

"kissing an hour into the date, bold" Ben says jokingly.

"yep. that's my girl" Rodrick says laughing and giving my waist a little squeeze.

his band mates go off to get drinks and leave us alone.

"you never told me anything about yourself at dinner" he says.

"you actually wanted to know?"

"why wouldn't i?" he laughs.

"what do you want to know?"

"i don't know. your interests?" he says.

"i play volleyball i guess i like that and i like drawing"

"what kind of stuff do you draw?" he asks.

"nothing specifically just whatever comes to mind.
it's easier that way too" i reply.

"cool, you should show me sometime" he says rolling up his sleeve a little bit.

"i'm not that good so don't get your hopes up"

"i'm sure they're great" he says sincerely.

when i look up at him he smiles at me. i start to feel weird tension between us.

"anyways enough with me. tell me about yourself since we're 'getting to know each other'. what do you do in your free time when your not practicing"

"you know. just being breathtakingly good looking. it's tiring" he kids.

i let out a small laugh.

"first time i've heard you laugh at something i've said. are you feeling okay?"

"don't know i'm asking myself the same thing" i tease.

i look over and see Heather. she was looking at us but she quickly turned her head.

"does she look jealous to you?" i ask.

"who cares" he says.

"Rodrick it's the reason i'm here now you obviously care" i say looking at him.

"well i wasn't thinking about her right now. we were a good conversation, right?"

"yeah i guess but-" he cuts me off.

"but what?" he says.

"nothing you're right" i say because i don't know if he's annoyed at me or not.

i look at the time and it's 10:34pm. my curfew is at 11.

"i need to go" i tell him.

"what, why?"

"because i have curfew"  i say walking towards the exit.

"where are you going?" he asks.

"home"

"how?"

"a taxi i guess"

"they don't come round here. just wait for me i'll take you i just need to tell the band i'm going"

"okay, thanks"

i wait for him to come back and we leave.  he puts the radio on and the drive was pretty quite. we arrive at home and while i get out he asks me.

"how was your night?"

"it was actually pretty fun" i say.

"really?"

"you aren't half as bad as i thought you were, Heffley" i say shutting the door.

i wave at him before opening my door. then it hit me. i was still wearing the outfit. shit. i had to get up stairs without my mom noticing. as soon as i open the door i bolted up the stairs and into the bathroom.

"honey is that you?" i hear her shouting up.

"yeah. i'll be down in two seconds i just really needed" i shout down.

i quickly change out of what i was wearing into my dress i had on earlier and flush the toilet before heading downstairs to make it more believable.

"where did you go? and why the dark make up?" she asks.

"oh um just out with a friend... wanted to try something new out" i lie.

"oh okay, just next time tell me when you'll be coming back i was worried" she says walking into the kitchen.

"will do" you say and go up stairs to your room.

my phone buzzes and i check to see who it was. Rodrick.

'did your mom freak when she saw what you were wearing haha'.

'luckily i went upstairs before she could see it'

i get ready for bed and go to sleep. the same thing just kept replaying in my head. me kissing Rodrick. i still can't believe i did that. i feel so stupid.