The Drummer Across the Street (Rodrick Heffley Fanfic) [COMPLETED]

Chapter 3

"Demi! Get up!" My step mom's loud voice woke me from my slumber and brought me back to the real world. The shitty world. I groaned and hoisted myself up, rubbing my eyes tiredly and yawning.

Why did high school start at 7:30 in the freaking morning?

The outfit I decided on for the day was a plain, white muscle tank with a thin, grey cardigan over the top. I matched this with black jeans with the knees cut out and black nike's. I wore my hair in a messy high bun, my thick eyeliner without the wing, thick mascara, and my countless wristbands. I grabbed my black shoulder bag with all of my books and left my room feeling content with my look.

I jogged down the stairs and left the house without getting any breakfast or saying a word to my step mom or dad. I began the walk towards the bus stop when a white van outside of Rodrick's house caught my eye. It was old and rusting, with the words 'LÖDED DIPER' painted on the sides and a safety pin painted on the back to make it look like a diaper. Rodrick, who was in the driver's seat, caught me looking at it and waved me over.

I walked over, looking at his van. "This is yours?" I scoffed.

Rodrick smirked and rested his elbow on the edge of the van. "Don't go judging mine when you don't even have one of your own."

"At least I won't be using my parent's money 'cause I don't rely on my parents for everything I have." I smirked back, crossing my arms.

Rodrick rolled his eyes, tired of playing our bickering game. "Do you want a ride or not?"

I looked over in the direction of the bus stop before shrugging and walking around to the passenger side. I got in, slamming the door shut behind me. "I guess anything's better than the bus, right?" I put my seat belt on and sighed. "Even this crappy van."

Rodrick slammed his foot on the accelerator, sending us both into the backs of our seats as we zoomed off. "I'm going to pick up Ben too, by he way." Rodrick said, before harshly braking at the red light. We both jolted forward, our seat belts preventing us from flying out the window.

"How the fuck did you even get your license?" I panted, looking at him with wide eyes.

He smiled evilly at me and hit the accelerator when the light turned green. "Magic," he whispered, stopping abruptly in front of a nice looking single story house with white walls on the outside and a grey roof.

"Alright. Get in the back." Rodrick said, rolling his head lazily to face me.

I raised my eyebrows and blinked at him. "Excuse me?"

He looked over at Ben, who had just left his front door. "I said get in the back. Ben has shotgun." My mouth involuntarily opened. "He always has shotgun," he said in an attempt to justify what he was doing. I tilted my head and furrowed my brow as Ben started heading towards the van. "Plus I've known him longer. So either you hop in the back or you can walk the rest of the way. So...what'll it be?" Rodrick smiled smugly, knowing it was a win/win for him.

I blinked once more before rolling my eyes and chucking my bag in the back, where there were no seats - only a bunch of random junk. I unclicked my seatbelt and moved through the gap between the two main seats at the front, taking a seat against the back of the van. Ben got in the van and him and Rodrick greeted by grabbing each others hands and bumping shoulders.

Ben turned to face me and I gave him a small wave. "What're you doing here?"

"I was offered a ride." I shrugged, earning a nod from Ben and a quick glance from Rodrick. Without warning, the van jolted forward, sending my bag flying back towards me. There were a few swerves here and there that made me lean to the sides, but the worst one was when he parked: not only was it a continuous lean to the left as he did a U-Turn, but he launched me forward when he slammed on the brake.