RODRICK POV:
What's the point of having history lessons anyway? What happened in the past should stay there. I mean it's not like anything will change if we know what happened in the world 500 years ago. I really don't understand
I'm zoning out, not really listening to what my teacher keeps yapping on about. I've been making a drum solo for our new song for the past 20 minutes now. I was just about to add the last few beats when I hear my name
"RODRICK!" The teacher screams.
"Uhh, yes sir ?" I reply, genuinely terrified
" I've been calling your name for 10 minutes now. Come to the board and answer this question." Fuck. I wasn't listening, how the hell am I supposed to answer the damn question. I walk up to the board, embarrassed asf. When did the Irish free state become independent? Yeah I'm cooked. I turn around and face the class for help. I notice Y/n mouthing something to me. 'What?' I mouth back. She starts showing the numbers 1, 9, 2, 2. I quickly turn around and write it down.
" correct, go back to your seat" I go back to my seat next to Y/n
"Dude thank you for saving my ass" I whisper to her
"don't take it to the heart, just didn't want you being embarrassed in front of the entire classroom"
Time skip:
The bell finally rings and we are dismissed.
"Heffley, stay." The teacher says. I feel a shiver go through my body as I put my bag back down. "You haven't been really active lately and your test results haven't been good, so I'll have a student tutor you. I don't want to failing my classes." I let out a sigh of relief. Could have been worse.
" yes sir. If you don't mind me asking, who is the tutor?"
"Y/n L/n"
"WHAT?!" I'd rather fail my classes than have her as my tutor. She'll murder me if I get a single question wrong, or the 'study session' will probably end early because of an argument. The longest time we've ever gone without arguing is probably 20 minutes.
" do you have an issue with that Heffley, if it bothers you that much I could ask Rebecca smith to tutor you" REBECCA SMITH?! She's literally the nerd of the entire school and she's extremely weird. She used to have a crush on me when we were in 8th grade. Fuck, that was creepy. She tried making my mom like her, so she could come over for dinners or something to spend time with me.
"Uhm, no sir. I'll stick with Y/n. Thank you for considering my low marks and trying to help." I say, grabbing my bag and running out of the class. As soon as I leave the class, I notice Y/n standing by the door.
"Aw how sweet, you're waiting for me" I tell her sarcastically
"Yeah, whatever floats your boat. Meet me at my locker at the end of the day.." She tells me and leaves for her next class. So I'm guessing she knows that she's tutoring me.
" dudee, you got a girlfriend?" Chris asks from behind me.
"Nah she isn't his girlfriend, but she is inviting him over to confess" Ben chimes in. Sometimes I really wonder how these dumbasses are my friends.
"wtf is wrong with you, both of you. She doesn't like me and I don't like her either. In fact ,we hate each other. She is just forced to tutor me in history, because I'm failing big time." I reply, leaving.
My last class of the day is English with Ben and Y/n. I enter the class and see a substitute teacher. Let's go, free lesson. I walk up to Ben, but he is too busy flirting with a bunch of girls so I leave and sit down behind Y/n. She looks bored until a boy walks up to her and sits next to her.
He talks to her for a while and they exchange numbers. I want to punch him straight in the face. But why? I mean it's not like I care about who Y/n talks to or who she dates.
I zone out staring at the back of Y/n's head, when Ben wakes me from my trance. "Bro how tf do you sleep with your eyes open?" Ben yells. Damn this dude is really stupid. I notice Y/n trying to stifle a laugh and failing. She turns around and bursts out laughing
"So you sleep with your eyes open, huh?" She laughs, looking at me. I fake laugh at her and then flip her off. Her expression changes almost immediately as she repeats the action, turning back around.
Time skip:
The 'lesson' finally ends and I walk up to Y/n's locker. She's standing there with her earphones plugged in, singing the lyrics to stairway to heaven and playing the imaginary drums. I tap her on the shoulder, disturbing her little show.
"Oh, hey" she says, annoyance thick in her voice. "So, I have to tutor you for the rest of the academic year."
"Yeah, I know" I reply nonchalantly
"Why did you choose me over Rebecca though" she whines
"Because she's weird asf and she used to stalk me because she had a crush on me"
"She had a crush on you ?!" She replies, laughing. I must admit I kinda like this side of her, like when she has a normal conversation with me rather than arguing over the dumbest things."Anyways, back to what I was saying, do you want to come home with me now or come over at around 6?" She continues
"Since it's 3:45 now, I'm guessing I'll come over at around 6. I don't want to be a bother to your family"
"Damn Heffley, alright. Give me your arm" I look at her with a confused face as she pulls a pen out of her pocket and grabs my arm, writing something down on it. "That's my number, text me if you need anything " she replies leaving.
A/N: soooo, kinda yapped for an entire chapter, but it's fine. I kinda really don't know at what point they should become lovers, since this is enemies to lovers shit. I really gotta plan out my shit, so ik what to do in future chapters. I'll try to write and publish chapter 8 soon, but can't make any promises. Byee💋❤️🔥
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