'BzzzBzzzBzzz' You wake up to your phone alarm going off. You groan dreading the first day at your new school. You get up and stretch rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. You eventually slump out of bed to get ready for school. You throw on a pair of old jeans and a cropped band tee slipping on some beat up converse. It's a little cold so you take your oversized jacket. You fix your hair in the mirror brush your teeth and grab a snack from the kitchen not wanting to miss the bus. The morning breeze hits you right as you step out of the house. Going down the side walk to get to the bus stop at the end of the street, you pass the Heffleys you see something you hadn't noticed before, a beat up van. You take a little stop to look at it, scrawled across the side says 'Loded Diper'. This is Rodricks van. You hurry away from it cause you were standing there for too long and see the bus approaching, you also don't wanna run into Rodrick. You luckily catch the bus and listen to music all the way to school to drown out the sound. The bus slows and you realize you must be there. You make your way to the front of the bus when you feel something snag on your foot. You trip over it falling to your knees, you hear giggling behind you. You shoot your head back and see a little group of girls giggling and pointing pinned up in pink and looking expensive. You get up to your feet fuming and turn around to the girls, "what the fuck is your problem" you yell accusingly. They look taken aback by this. "Hey what's going on?" You hear a loud mans voice say. You turn to see the bus driver bow looking at you all. You look back at girls now looking innocent to get you in trouble. "Nothing, sorry" you mumble as your way off the bus feeling their amused eyes on you. You make your way off of the bus and your met with a massive cold building. Some kids filed in through the giant doors others talked in groups or just wandered. You start walking towards the double doors when something familiar catches the corner of your eye. You turn to see the beat up van clad with the words Loded Diper. 'Shit' you think to yourself. Your dread starts to pick up again now knowing you go to school with Rodrick as if it couldn't get worse. 'You'll just have to avoid him, you'll just have to avoid him' you repeat to yourself walking into the school. It's absolute chaos. You can't even hear yourself think it's so loud. You push past people and groups to find your locker. 'Maybe it won't be so hard trying to avoid him', that thought calms you a little. You find it pretty quick in the crowed hall way. You're so busy emptying your bag out you don't even notice the tall figure leaning against the locker next to you. You look down at the floor seeing your shoes and moving your gaze to the pair next to you. Black beat up converse, you freeze as you know these are Rodricks shoes. You sigh and look back up to your locker pretending not to notice him. "Hey" he says smoothly. His voice makes chills run down your body. You grudgingly look at him and give him a weak 'Hi'. "You enjoy the show last night?" He winks knowing what he was doing. You tense up and can feel your face getting hot. "I don't know what your talking about" you say trying to give him a confused look obviously not working. "You need a refresher?" He reaches his hand down to his belt and tugs at it. All the color leaves your face and you don't know what to say. He opens his mouth about to say something but bell rings cutting him off. You slam your locker shut and make your way to class as quick as you possibly could. The day goes by fine nothing too crazy happens. It's now your last period of the day, History. You walk to the already full classroom and find your way to an empty desk in the back. The teacher starts his lesson you partially listening to it when there's a knock on the door. You keep your head down and continue to scribble in your notebook as the teacher walks over the door and opens. "Ah Mr. Heffley late again". You look up to see Rodrick in the door frame with a smile on his face, "Hey I'm five minutes earlier this time". He says proudly as if it's something to be proud of. He looks around the room until his eyes land on yours. You quickly look back to your note book trying to avoid his gaze. The teacher goes back to his lesson and you hear foot steps approach you. Rodrick sits in the empty desk next to you and doesn't say a word but you can feel his eyes on you. "Okay class for your first assignment you will be doing a partner project, so take the rest of class to pick a partner and start on it." As soon as you hear the teacher say this everyone is up and out of there seats grabbing the nearest person to them or partnering up with a friend. It's such a frenzy you can't keep up and catch someone, it also doesn't help being the new kid. Someone walks up to your table and cowers over you. You look up to see Rodrick with a handsome smile on his face. "Let's be partners" he says in a low voice making your heart skip a beat. "I'd rather not" you shoot quickly at him still trying to avoid him and whatever the hell he's doing to you. He looks around the room and back at you "looks to me like you're all out of options", "then I'll do it myself" keeping persistent. "Is there a problem here", you're both interrupted by the teacher and the whole class now staring at the two of you. "Oh no, Im just deciding to do the project on my own" you say confidently to hopefully get the teacher on your side. It doesn't work. "But Ms. Y/LN it's a partner project so you need to work with someone", "that's what I tried telling her" Rodrick interjects playfully making it worse for you. "Then that's settled you two are partners, now let's move on shall we?" He says looking at you both having cleared up the situation. You nod defeated while Rodrick sits back in his desk with a cocky smile on his face. "Psst" you hear coming from his direction but ignore it really not feeling in the mood to talk to him at all. "Psst hey" he whispers more aggressively. "What the hell do you want?" You whisper sharply at him now with a frustrated look. He looks shocked until his face softens again. "Meet me after school well drive to my place"he says cooly as if he was asking you on a date. "For what?" You ask genuinely confused and wanting the conversation to be over. "For the project duh" he smiles and let out a little giggle with it. It was actually really cute. "Ugh fine whatever" you groan still whispering as not to get in trouble and roll your eyes back to your note book. You could feel his eyes gaze at you throughout the rest of class until the bell finally rings. You gather up all your things and turn to see Rodrick leaning against his desk arms crossed seeming to push his crotch pointing out how tight his pants were around it, but it's probably your imagination. "Come on let's go then" you mumble lugging your bag over your shoulder. You follow him out to the parking lot to his beat up van. He slides the van door open for you and sways his arm persuading you into the van being fake gentlemanly. You hop in the disheveled trashed van. He gets in the driver's seat and drives out of the parking lot and away from the school. He plays heavy rock which you love but his chaotic driving makes you tense. It gets worse when he makes a sharp stop next to the side walk, "Hey losers, get in I'm taking you home" he yells out of his window. You lean forward to see who he could be possibly yelling at. It's Greg and another boy around his age with a ginger bowl cut and chubby cheeks. This must be Rowley. "Thanks but we'd rather walk" Greg tells him continuing to walk with his friend. "No way turd burglars moms gonna raise my allowance if I drive you home. Now get in" he says through clenched teeth. That scares Greg and Rowley enough to get in the van void of any seats and filled with random garbage and band equipment. His careless driving throws the boys around knocking them in the seats and onto the floor of the van where they're covered with trash and whatever else lined the van floor. You finally make it to Heffelys luckily unharmed but you can't say the same for Greg and Rowley who groan in pain. "Hey Greg" you say happily to him. "Hey Y/N, this is Rowley" he says nodding to the ginger boy next to him. He's sweet and shy so you get along like you do with Greg. You follow along with the boys in the house and wait for Rodrick in the kitchen as they go upstairs to Greg's room. You become tired of waiting and about leave until three guys coming in loud and cursing walk past you giving you glares up and down your body whispering to each other about it. Rodrick follows after them but you stop him. "Where the fuck do you think you're going? I thought you wanted me here to work on the project" you say annoyed by him and his creepy friends. "Yeah and we will, just gotta practice with the band first then we can get busy on it. Just start on it and I'll be there in like 30 minutes." You look at him frustrated and he gives you begging eyes. "Fine" you say giving in. He smiles and leans in close coming inches from your neck "you know where my room is". He winks at you and walks off into the what you think is the garage. You feel so flustered you slowly make your way up to his room. It's pretty much the same as yours just seems more like an attic than a room. Band posters litter the walls and clothes along with little knickknacks littering the room. It's surprisingly cleaner than you expected. You toss your bag on his unmade bed and slump onto it feeling something crinkle under you. You pull it out from the sheets its hiding in to recover a magazine with an almost naked lady on motorcycle on the front cover. "Ugh gross" you scoff throwing the magazine away from you knowing what he uses it for. You pull out your laptop and start research for your 'partnered' History project. About half an hour passes you don't notice the time or loud distant music coming to an end. You're surprised when the door swings open and in comes a slightly sweaty Rodrick with his shirt now off and hanging around his neck. The sight is gloriously hot from the light sheen of sweat to his still messy hair now sticking a bit to his forehead. "See something you like?" he asks flirtatiously making you break from your daze. "Ugh as if, now put on a shirt on and help me already" you scoff still feeling blush on your face. He takes his shirt from around his neck wiping his sweaty chest and abdomen with it. You watch him from the corner of your eye, 'gosh I'd love to be that shirt' you think to yourself but shake it out of your head quickly 'what the fuck are thinking? Keep it together he's purposely doing that to you for lord knows what, just pay attention to the project'. You turn your attention back to the laptop as Rodrick flops on the bed next to you laying on his back with a new shirt on that seems to fit him short as it shows a bit of his stomach and boxer waist band when he lays down. You try not to get too caught up on it or you'll end up looking like a bright red tomato. You clear your throat to get his attention away from his phone "So you gonna help with this or what?" Trying to break the awkward tension in the room. He sits up and leans on his elbows "Sure just tell me what you want me to do". You hand him books to help with the research and he groans. "Can we do something besides this?" He asks already frustrated having done nothing yet. "Well that's what I'm here to do Rodrick now please just help" you say typing furiously on the laptop. "I know but this is just too many words to go through" he says sitting up now and shaking the open book in his hands. "Fine if you don't wanna help I'll just go finish it on my own" you close your laptop and get up but Rodrick stops you grabbing your hand. You look back at him annoyed with this handsome boy in front of you. "Give me your number before you go" he has the audacity to ask. You give him an angry and confused look before snagging your hand away and leaving the room making your way home to finish the damn thing on your own. As soon as you get to your room you lay on your bed throwing your stuff to the side just wanting to forget about the horrible first day you had.
Time skip
You wake up to your dark room. 'Shit I must've knocked out' you think yourself groaning as you get up. You turn on a lamp and see all of your school stuff you threw aside earlier now remembering the project. "You have to be fucking kidding me" you groan to yourself knowing only a fourth of the project is done and it's due sooner than you'd like. You change into something comfy and get started on the project with blurry sleepy eyes. Your motivation runs low as the night gets longer and your eyes fall with tiredness but a surprising ding wakes you up enough to see the text on your phone.
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"You're such a dork" Rodrick X Reader
FanfictionPOV you reluctantly move to a new town "Plainview" unmotivated as you do this almost every year, this time is different though, like really different and you would've never expected it to involve your next door neighbor....
