Cigarettes and Stars || Rodrick Heffley

Chapter 3. Rodrick

**Rodrick's POV

A white van with messy black writing painted on the side of it screeched up the road. The vehicle was speeding by a good 15 miles. LOUD music was blasting from the open windows, and the driver was nodding his head rigorously to the beat. It didnt really look like he was paying much attention to the traffic.

When the van reached the middle school, the driver got out. He had messy dark brown hair, un-ironed clothes and he looked pissed.
The guy yanked open the back door of his van.

"Alright asshat, I drove you to school. Happy?" He spat as he grabbed his younger brother by the shirt and pulled him (very aggressively) out of the back of the van.

The kid looked like he had just seen his life flash before his eyes.
"Why couldn't I sit in the front?! There are no seats in the back, I was flying all over the place!" He exclaimed indignantly.

"Look, Greg." The older boy leaned down to meet his younger brother at eye level. He smiled condescendingly. "I don't really give a shit." His voice was sugar sweet, like the way an adult would talk to a toddler.
"Anyways." His voice went back to normal and he dropped the fake smile. "See ya later."

"You suck!" Greg yelled after the van as it sped away.
The driver flipped him off out of the window.

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The white van sped into the school lot and parked across three seperate spaces.
The door closed with a loud slam as Rodrick got out. A few girls shot him glares from across the concrete, and he grinned flirtatiously at them. The girls rolled their eyes and stalked off, talking in hushed whispers.

Rodrick huffed, shoving his hands in the pockets of his black jeans as he watched them walk away. What was with the girls in this town? He began to trod towards the doors of the school.

"Hey!"
Rodrick turned around to see his friend Chris hurrying towards him, sporting a cocky grin.

"Oh, hey man." Rodrick replied, flashing a smile at him. "How's it going?"

"t's fine. How's the twerp?" Chris was referring to Greg of course.

Rodrick dropped his smile and scowled at the mention of his brother. "Had to drive him to school today. Whined the whole way."

Chris smirked. "Threw him in the back again?" His friend asked knowingly

"Duh." Rodrick replied boredly.

"Wanna grab a smoke before class?" Chris asked, changing the subject.

"Nah. If I'm late to math again, they call home. My mom would kill me." Rodrick frowned. Chris sniggered at this.

"Alright man. See you at lunch." Rodrick's friend took a cigarette out of his pocket and placed it between his lips. 

Rodrick waved and started towards his locker.
He really wished he could skip again, but he'd be damned if he had to sit through another lecture from his parents. The whole 'you're gonna end up working a minimum wage job for the rest of your life' talk was getting excruciatingly boring.
He was surprised that his mom and dad hadn't totally given up on him yet. They were still somewhat convinced that he would change his ways before he graduated. IF he graduated.

He reached his locker and yanked the door open. Rodrick didn't use the lock the school had given him. He didn't see the point. What would someone steal? His chemistry homework? Somebody would have to be pretty stupid to keep anything actually valuable at school.

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He walked into math class exactly on time.
Mr. Ryan shot him a suspicious glance as the teen sat down in the fourth row. Rodrick smiled at his teacher and tilted his head. The movement was very obnoxious, and Mr. Ryan frowned before going back to marking the papers in front of him.