Chances R. <3

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This takes place in during the time you were still in middleschool the year before junior high, you were in class listening to a playlist that was shuffled around mostly led zeppelin, the Beatles, the cure, and mectillica. Of course you weren't listening to the teacher, you didn't care about your grades so much right now, the only reason you passed was because of your really good friend Victor who was a smart boy with quite the education, plus he had a British accent, with good manners and he was the funniest person you've met. Younger me is probably wondering why I wasn't dating him or dating him now. Well, he really just wasn't my Type. As I was sitting at my desk I felt weird.. kinda like a non-existing feeling, was I staring off into space? My head felt so weird. I then was tapped on the shoulder and I got startled, "Woah there! Are you good? The bell rang and you didn't even get up, your normally the first one out" my face soften to see Victor at the side of my desk. "Yeah.. sorry.. I'm fine though, just really tired" you groaned hitting your head on the desk "I would get alot of sleep when you get home, remember we have a project tomorrow and I won't be able to help you know" He looked at me with a worried expression, "Yeah, I know. And I'll be fine Victor, I'm not that dumb" He then turned his expression soon, looking over a boy with brown fluffy hair, eyeliner, a band Graphic - T and jeans with black sneakers "Who's that?" I looked at Victor "I think he's the new boy everyone is talking about, I heard the only reason he left his old school is because he caused to much trouble." Victor then looked at me with that dumb worried expression again "I mean, he's kinda cute right?" Victor sighed "there's really no way of helping you" He then walked off, I scoffed and just got up I started to pack my things up so I could leave. I noticed the boy had fallen asleep in his chair, So I walked over to him. "Hey, wake up class was dismissed 10 minutes ago." He slowly arises as he yawns very annoyingly, he looked at me "I didn't need for some loser to wake me up, get lost." Wait a minute, he's seems similar to someone I knew. "Wait, what's your name?" He Sighed like he was annoyed. Wow, it was just a question. "Rodrick heffley? The dummer of loaded diper? How stupid can you be" He said, rolling his eyes. "Well okay Mr. Prissy band boy." So it was him, my old first grade bully, friend? I couldn't tell with him. "What about you?" He looked at me, his eyes exploring my face. "I'm y/n, y/n L/n." I said smiling at him. Next thing I knew he just glared at me? "OH it's the emo." Wow he hasn't changed one bit "No, not really." He scoffed, "Yeah whatever, just stay out of my way F!ggot." He got up and walked off. I might as well leave too, I finished packing my stuff and headed home. Once I got there, I light my favorite candles, one being a pumpkin smell and the other his a blue moon smell. Them combined actually smell pretty good. I laid down on my bed and sniffed the air around me, I was very calm until I heard very loud noises coming from outside of my window. it sounded like music, really horrible music to be more clear. I opened my window looking down at my new neighborhood I heard I had just when I got home. But to my surpise... It was rodrick. Very unfortunate huh? I thought to myself. I was rodrick playing his drums his window was open, but does anyone really wanna hear that? His shirt was around his neck, sweat dripping from his forehead, and him jamming out to his own sound. Did I take a liking in rodrick ? Maybe a little. Not so much I guess. But he was pretty handsome, kinda skilled (not really), and was that goofy emo boyfriend material. "Ay! Keep that crap music off!" I yelled out my window, loud enough so he could hear. He looked over at me and gasped slightly "are you kidding me?" He mouthed at me, seeming annoyed.

Rodricks pov: I swear I hate this girl! She's so annoying ever since I met her dumb stupid ugly.. face. I guess what I want to say is the things I hate about her. There's only ten, cause ten is the reasonable number for her. 1. I hate her smile, with her messed up teeth. 2. Her eyes, I hate her eyes so much. 3. Her freckles, and acne. 4. I hate her hair, it's to much 90s things going on at once. 5. Her voice, it's to deep, I find that hate able. 6. Her clothing choice, I think she tries to dress like me, but awful. 7. I hate her shoes. 8. I hate how she's always happy no matter what. 9. I hate how I even know she exists. And 10, I hate how she knows I exist.

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