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

Chapter 8

"So you're coming around this evening?" Rodrick's voice greeted me as I walked out of my English classroom at the end of school.

"Yup," I said, walking next to him and watching as all the teenagers ran everywhere trying to get out of school as quickly as they could, "I'm surprised he actually said yes. He thinks you're a punk ass goth kid, by the way."

Rodrick's laugh made me get butterflies in the pit of my stomach. "What else is new?"

As the van came more and more into view, I asked, "Am I supposed to be dressing fancy, or..."

"No clue," Rodrick replied, "Just tone it down on the eye make up, maybe. Mom says you look threatening with it on."

I laughed as we made our way over to Rodrick's van, "I bet the receptionist lady at school thought the same thing. She sure looked intimidated by me."

"Well I mean have you looked in the mirror lately?" Rodrick asked jokingly as we reached his van. I gasped and punched his shoulder once we got into his van. Rodrick noticed something on my back and pointed, "What's that?"

Confused, I reached around until I felt a piece of paper and a bit of tape. I ripped it off my shirt and looked at it, bursting out laughing. "It's Jay's new number. What's he trying to achieve?"

Rodrick looked annoyed at the mention of his name, but shrugged as he started the van. As he started driving, he asked, "You don't still like him, do you?"

I chuckled and shook my head. "You don't forgive scum who cheat, or the trash they cheat with."

Rodrick nodded his head and he stopped at a traffic light. He looked over at me, smiling. "You gonna come to the talent show next month?"

"Of course I am," I assured him as the light went green and Rodrick sped off again. "Watching you guys perform live on a stage? I wouldn't miss it for the world."

Rodrick grinned as he pulled in at his house. "You gonna come backstage as well?"

I nodded before getting out of the van and walking over to my house. "I'll see ya later," I called, waving at him before going inside and up to my room. Realising I still had the piece of paper with Jay's number on it, I chucked it on my desk and started to walk away, until my brain stopped me. I knew I didn't want to talk to him...or did I? I looked back at the piece of paper and before I could stop myself, I was dialling the number and waiting for him to pick up. After two rings, he picked up.

"Hello?"

"Why did you give me your number?" I asked him, not bothering to greet him back.

"Well hello to you too, Miss I'll Just Ignore My Ex Until He Gives Me His Number-"

"What do you want, Jay?" I interrupted.

"I want to sort our shit out, Dee." He explained.

I cringed at my old nickname. "Don't call me that."

"Don't call you what, Dee?" Jay said innocently, making me want to punch him in the face.

"I said don't," I hissed, making him chuckle. I sighed in defeat. "Ok. You want to talk, let's talk. I'll see you at the park. Tomorrow. After school."

"Sounds like a plan," Jay said. Before he could say any more, I hung up on him. There was something about that guy that made me want to strangle him every time he opened his smart ass mouth.

I got dressed in a black long sleeved cocktail dress with the skirt part flaring out from the waist, hitting just above my knees. With this, I wore some light mascara and thin eyeliner with a wing; black ballet flats; and my mother's silver bangle. I also decided to wear a slightly dark nude liquid lipstick.