i hope it gives you hell

Shit plan, New Girl

"When you walk my way, hope it gives you hell. Hope it gives you hell."

VERONICAS POV

Fuck me. He had to be the worst and hottest guy I've ever been around. The practice continued, uncomfortably, but it continued. Drew and Stanley thanked me for putting up with him and complimented my playing. Again, might I add. I got both of their numbers so we could text each other about gigs and stuff.

When I got home, I started to tune my guitar. What's this emo bitch's problem anyway? I mean, hating me is one thing but, to call me a poser? What the actual fuck dude?? And I broke a string. How delightful. I'll fix it later it's getting late.

That's when my phone buzzed. It's Stanley.

"Excited to see you tomorrow. Also we have a gig in two weeks."

A gig already? God damn, whose balls are they fondling to get them so often? I should probably respond.

"Yeah me too! I'm so ready to play live. Gtg to bed tho. Night." Ok, so maybe I'm not ready to play live, but they don't need to know that.

RODRICKS POV

I'm three Redbulls deep, it's two am, and this song is coming along great. I normally don't write songs but, Stanley said I could write one for the gig coming up. I figured I would just use how much I can't stand this girl as inspiration. She's gotta be good for something else than just something to share at. That skirt had to be on purpose. I just wish she wasn't so hot. She's like Megan Fox in Jennifer's body. I'm gonna send the lyrics to Stanley and head to bed.

VERONICAS POV

I woke up to a text from Stanley with all the songs. I'll flick through them later. For now, I have to focus on making Rodrick shit his pants and die on the spot. Should be easy considering he doesn't have that big a brain. Damn we have to get over this. Just maybe not right now. I picked out another short, black skirt, with fishnets, and my tightest black tank top. Then, I put on my smudged eyeliner and red lipstick. There, not so hard.

I grabbed my leather jacket, my head phones, and my Doc Martens and started walking to school. I plugged my headphones into my MP3 player [it's the 200s] and cranked up Fall Out Boy.

"Am I more than you bargained for, yet?"

Ironic. Damn it's cold. Maybe I should've worn pants. The wind is harsh and my keeps getting caught in my lipstick. I'm literally about to have a meltdown on this sidewalk.

"I've been dying to tell you anything you want to hear, cause that's just who I am this week."

I keep walking until my school creeps into sight. It's Thursday so we get out early and I have a free afternoon since band practice is Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. God, I can't wait to go home and fix my guitar.

"Lie in the grass, next to the mausoleum."

I live way too close to school. I should've just skipped. My mom never cares.

"I'm just a bitch in your bed post, but you're just a line in a song."

I wish someone would write a song about me. Shit, I'm gonna be late. Maybe it is a good thing I live so close. I push open the doors and jog to ny locker. How fucking awesome. He's waiting there. What could he possibly want?

"New Girl. We have a practice after school because of the gig." He said, glaring at me.

"Wha- but I'm supposed to have free time. My guitar's busted. Also, you could've had Stanley text me. I did not need to see you first thing in the morning." I said pushing past him to set my things in my locker.

"Aww, sounds like a you problem, New Girl. See you after school." He said, fake pouting walking away. God he looks good, too. Of course he has eyeliner on.

RODRICKS POV

Dammit. She looks hot. Whatever, it's another distraction from the gig. I was practicing the song last night and realized we would have to practice way more to get it down. So, I called the guys and told them we would have to practice all week. Also, practicing all week meant the added bonus of seeing Veronica get pissed.

I fumble with my locker, and when it finally opens, I shove everything inside it. I'm just gonna ditch class in my van again. I forgot to study for the math test. Oh, shit. Heather Hills. Play it cool, man. You got this.

"Hey, Heather. Your, um, hair looks soft." You stupid fucking idiot. What the hell was that? She just looked at me weird and laughed with her friends. Whatever, I don't need her. I'll have planet of girls when my band makes it big.

The bell rings and everyone crams into their first periods. I slip through through the crowds of people and out the door. Almost. I bump into New Girl right before I can step out.

"And where are you going?" She said, hand on her hip, narrowing her eyes at me.

"No where. Get out of my way." I said, trying to push past her.

"No. Tell me what you're doing or I'll report you." She said, tauntingly. God, can she stop being attractive? I need to hate her.

"Fine, narc. I'm skipping in my van. Now, leave me alone."

"Let me go with."

What?

"What?" I say, in complete disbelief. We hate each other. Why would she think she's welcome in my van?

"Well, I just think we have to get used to each other some how. Plus, if you say no, I'll snitch." She said, looking way too proud of herself for her dipshit plan.

"Oh my God, New Girl. You really are stupid. Fine. But, you're not allowed to touch anything and you can't talk to me." I said reluctantly. God, this is gonna suck huge ass.

VERONICAS POV

So, maybe this is the stupidest thing I've ever thought of. But, I forgot my notes, I want to snoop, and we really have to get used to interacting. Plus, I want to stare at him without him being all the way across the classroom. It
can't be that bad...right?

THIS PART WAS WRITTEN BY Bat_gurl1989