"She's an angel" Rodrick heffley x black fem reader

23- The party

Authors note: THANK FOR SOOOOOO MCH FOR NINE THOUSAND READS!!!! When this fic is over I wanna do a Fezco one so imma need yall to answer a few questions on how yall want it but thats for later 

It's not exactly like the movies, but it's close enough. The atmosphere was buzzing as loud as the music, various clouds of smoke filled the air and solo cups were everywhere.

You should have felt excited, I mean you were, but more than anything you were clueless. Turning around, you look for one of the boys. Planning to follow their lead for the night as the safest and smartest option. But Chris and Ben are nowhere to be seen. Instead, behind you was Rodrick.

It was a good thing, yes, in this situation, though it didn't really seem that way. At least not to you, Rodrick on the other hand was somewhat happy about it. It meant he wouldn't have to worry about where you were all night. And he could give you the kind of party experience he knew you were dying for.

"Wanna get a drink." He says just loud enough for you to hear an almost blank expression on his face. Almost.

You don't say anything, still a bit upset from your argument earlier. If you could even call it that. Rodrick rolls his eyes and takes your hand into his. His hold is loose, almost like he didn't want to touch you but knew he had to.

The kitchen may have been clean, but the counters were a complete mess. Bottles you'd only seen inside your parent's canted china cabinet splay out like an alcohol all you can eat. Somehow, he finds two clean cups, scanning the bottles of liquor before settling on something that wouldn't destroy you. At least not completely. He pours some into both of the cups, not enough to casually sip on, so they must have been shots.

"Here." He says, passing you the red solo cup before throwing his head back and swallowing the liquid in his.

"What, no chase?" You joke, reminding him of the first time you had shots, and how he gave you kisses as chase.

Although he doesn't seem amused, he gives you half a courtesy smile and pours himself another shot, a larger one this time. He's not drinking to get drunk, he's drinking for courage. The courage to start an argument about someone he may be wrong about, but to him the maybe was a very, very small chance. Either way tonight he was gonna confront you or confront him no matter the consequences.

"Drink up." He says, pouring more alcohol into your cup before tapping the bottle against it. A hint of enthusiasm in his voice.

"I can't drink this without chase Rodrick, I'll probably gag and throw up." You act overdramatic.

"Don't be a pussy, it's not that much, just swallow it. You're good at that."

"I am not a pussy, and you are not funny."

"You are a pussy." He whispers with raised brows and a smile. "But if you want me to kiss you that bad, just ask next time." He whispers again, but this time he brings himself closer. Hovering his lips beside your ear as he spoke before pulling away.

You don't say anything, you smile and quickly swallow, cringing at the taste and sighing at the burn before you're overcome with the familiar rush of Rodrick's lips. The two of you didn't kiss in public often or ever as far as you could remember. Thankfully you weren't the only ones, in fact the two of you were probably on the tamer side considering that it was just a kiss.

To your surprise, you actually started to have fun. Mingling and talking to people who you'd seen at school but were too shy to speak to. Across the room, Rodrick was doing the same. You give him an occasional lazy smile, none of which he notices or returns.

You sigh and continue your conversation, but Rodrick sits heavy in the back of your mind.

You thought about your friendship, your "argument" and how the boy who invited you had suddenly gone ghost afterwards. Maybe Rodrick was right ... to some extent. It must have been the alcohol because suddenly a wave of emotion comes over you. It was a mix of guilt, sadness and probably something else you couldn't pinpoint.