War with rodrick heffley: A love story

Chapter three

Rodrick's pov:

I dashed up stairs trying to doge into the bathroom and call one of Jesse's contacts but all of the sudden she tried to gab my hood.

"j-JESSE!", i screamed as we both fell from the top of the stairs amd flew onto the couch.

We hit the couch with a painfull thud.

(jesse's pov)

I felt my anche twist backward.

I stumbled trying to get up.

"You ok chickie?", he said smirking at me.

"Ya. just swell rodrick.", i said with a sarcastic tone.

"No need to be a little- nevermind.", he said.

I turned around and frowend at him.

"...A little what? Hmm??", i jeered.

"Nothing...", he said looking away from me.

"Rodrick, your a terrible liar.", i sighed as i went into the heffleys' kitchen to find an ice pack.

i open their freezer and a chilly breeze filled the room.

I quickly closed it and sat on a chair and put the ice pack on my anchle.

"Was i really that heavy when I landed on you?, or are you just a girly-girl who can handle a simple twisted anchle?", he jeered.

I immediately stoop up clenching my fists together.

"Woah calm down chickie!", he said.

"Dont call me chickie. My name is Jesse.", i snarled.

"Agresive...", he said under his breath.

i rolled my eyes at him and went to go sit on the sofia and watch some tv with Greg.