Hello everyone :) Sorry that the Prologue was super duper short. It looked longer in word xD ha. but anyways, I hope this really makes up for it! Comment and tell me what yahh think! :D3

Warning: language

Chapter 1

Brittany's POV

It was fourth period and I was sitting in English class. Our teacher just assigned us twenty five words that we have to know by Thursday, and to make time go by quickly, I started writing note cards to help me study. Mrs. Myers was in the middle of scolding Rodrick for throwing papers when the phone rang.

"Brittany, you're wanted in the principal's office," she said with a smile as she hung up the phone.

I got up, grabbed the pass from her desk, and walked out of the room. I was completely calm and had nothing to worry about because I was never in trouble. That doesn't mean I'm never a smart ass sometimes. When it comes to our school's authorities, or authorities in general, I play the innocent moral girl. In reality, I'm the loud happy blonde who loves piercings, tattoos, outrageous hair colors, rocking out to heavy metal, country, and the classics. I'm pretty much liked by everyone and I love making new friends. I have looks, brains, and am interested in almost everything. But because of my ability to study and get good grades, people overlook me as being a nerd, but I prove them wrong. Very wrong.

I walked in to the main office and sat in the closest chair. I overheard Ms. Hamilton's voice call the principal's office from the phone.

"He will see you now Brittany," Ms. Hamilton said graciously, looking over the mounds of papers on her desk.

While getting to my feet, I thanked her and walked into the room.

"Ah here she is. Brittany, this is Rodrick Heffley's mother, Susan," Principal Gordon introduced.

"Good morning Mrs. Heffley. It's nice meeting you. I'll be tutoring Rodrick," I said with a smile.

"It's nice to meet you too, Brittany," she replied with a glimmer in her eye. She looked at Principal Gordon. "She's perfect, a very charming lady."

I blushed slightly. After about twenty minutes of conversing, both Mrs. Heffley and the principal were satisfied with me.

"Alright then, it's settled. I will leave it to you both to plan sessions. You're dismissed Brittany. Thank you," he said opening the door for me. "Let Sheri write you a pass."

I wasn't fond of the idea to tutor Rodrick, but Principal Gordon promised he'd talk my teachers into giving me extra credit. As much as I thought he was an ass, I accepted. Rodrick Heffley wasn't a tool, he was just... a player. He was also very good, perhaps too good, at playing the game. It was known that he was the party animal who hooked up with a different girl every night; not to mention that he was gorgeous and had a band. He never had a girlfriend for long though. The longest relationship I've seen him in was seven months. Other than that, they would usually last between two days or two weeks. It was too much commitment for him, and no matter what he did, he always found a way to break a girl's heart. And with that information, I usually stayed away.

I walked to Ms. Hamilton's desk and she wrote me an excuse for Mrs. Myers's class. As I walked to the hall, I heard a woman's voice call my name.

"Brittany!" It was Mrs. Heffley. Her heals loudly clicked through the empty hallway. "Would it be alright if you came to the house today and figured out your tutor schedule? If you have something going on, we can make it another day."

"Sure Mrs. Heffley, I usually have nothing to do after school. I can stop by," I said. "I'll ask Rodrick for directions."

"Great. Thank you so much. I really appreciate you doing this for him. He really needs the help. I'll even pay you," she insisted.

"Oh no Mrs. Heffley, it's fin-"

"Call me Susan, and I wont take 'no' for an answer," she cut me off. "You deserve some pay for what you're doing,"

Realizing that I wasn't going to win the argument, I agreed for her to pay me. Money and extra credit? This may not be such a bad idea. We exchanged goodbyes and I headed back to English class. I took my seat and continued what I was doing beforehand. The class still wasn't quiet because Bonehead, Ehem, Rodrick Heffley, thinks it's funny to shoot hornets at Beatrice Farley. I felt bad, but she was the typical nerd compared to me. It was definitely a fact that the poor redheaded girl didn't know what a hair straighter was. Or hairdryer. Or curler. Or makeup. Or contacts. I mean, she was a nice girl and all, but she smelt of medicated chapstick, lilacs, and menthol cough drops. So in high school reality, she kind of deserved to get little folded up papers whipped at her from rubber bands.

Feeww ding… feeew dirk… feeew dink. Rodrick tried to control his bursting laugher every time a hornet hit her and got stuck in her hair instead of flying into the desk. Beatrice must have had enough because she turned around and asked him to stop throwing papers. Of course that asshole ignored her and kept doing it. I was a little afraid to tutor Rodrick. If he thinks Beatrice is a nerd, what would he think of me?

The bell finally rang for English to be over. Lunch was next, so I stopped at my locker, grabbed my lunch, and walked with my friends to the cafeteria. There were many of us, and our table was large. It was mostly all girls, but there were also some guys that sat with us as well.

"Brittany, I'm having some people over. Stop up later," my friend Jena offered.

"Thanks, but I have to tutor Rodrick for a bit. I'll try and mak-"

"Rodrick Heffley?" She asked in astonishment. The table quickly went silent. "What is wrong with you? You know that he's trouble."

"She always goes to the bad boys." I heard someone utter.

"I'm just tutoring him. I'm getting paid and extra credit out of the deal. It's not a bad idea," I defended myself.

"Well still, he'll find something to do wrong. I wonder what Lyndsey will think when she finds out you're handling her boy toy." Jena said with a half hearted laugh.

Lyndsey was Rodrick's "skank," if you will. That was his seven month long relationship and she has been on and off with him ever since she broke up with him. She is the total definition of phony; fake hair, tan, nails, colored contacts, and way too much teeth bleaching. It was like Bimbo Barbie came to school at Westmore High. She'd go guy to guy and it didn't matter who he was as long as he had a good reputation. There was even a rumor going around that she slept with the young, cute German teacher and Coach Malone to bring up her grades in both classes. I didn't know what made Rodrick attracted to her. Some people say that she broke his heart and she has him hooked by her claws. That's why he hates commitment, but he still crawls right back to her when she needs something to be reworked or handled... Ew.

"She shouldn't be too worried because I'm just helping him with his grades." I got up and left.

I made my way over to Rodrick's table. His was as crowded as mine. I became more nervous as I approached the group. I don't know why because I was only going to talk about tutoring with him.

"Excuse me," I tried to get his attention. He and his friends were throwing food at each other. "Excuse-"

I jumped while something mushy collided into me. I had cheese fries thrown at me by Ben Segal, the guitarist and lead singer of Löded Diper. It smeared all over the front of my shirt and across my cheek. I stopped what I was going to say and glared at him.

"Do you mind, asshole?" I yelled.

Everyone stopped dead in their tracks and stared.

I turned my attention to Rodrick. "Tutoring begins today. Your mother wants me to stop by the house. I need to know where you live, but right now, I have to go and clean this shit off." I stared at Ben once more and then back at Rodrick. "Find me in the halls." I stormed off.

Rodrick's POV

"Dude, she's tutoring you? I'm totally jealous man. She's wicked hot," Ben, my best friend, said.

"I guess man. This is new to me," I laughed as I watched her ass as she quickly walked out the doors. "This blows. I actually have to do work."

"Who cares, Brittany's smokin," Ben blurted.

"Yeah, but she's too much into school and shit," I snorted.

"If I was single, I'd jump on that," Chris joined our conversation.

"That's right. Chris chose the road to commitment, but you, my brother," Ben put his arm around my neck. "can easily claim that since I ruined my chances thanks to cheese fries. And who cares if she's into school. Those are always the ones who are freaks in the bed department."

"Hey you're right," I started. "Every girl who goes to this school, besides Jena and Mal, is in love with me. She'll be begging on her knees for me."

The guys started laughing.

"Literally bro," Ward joined.

"Nah dude, that girl doesn't go for guys here though," Chris continued.

"What?" I scoffed, taking some fries.

"You've never realized it? Why do you think she has never come up to you at a party or any time except for now?"

"Uh, I don't know dude. Does she even go to parties?"

"Yeah, she does, but she's not interested in us. And you're too high maintenance for her."

"What, dude, are you kidding? I-"

"Chris is right," Ben stepped in. "From what he just said, I kinda bet that you can't get that."

"I bet I can," I grinned.

"Ten bucks." He outstretched his hand.

I took it. "Deal."

"I'll give you until the end of this quarter."

"Alright," I laughed and the conversation moved on.

It's not that I wanted to get in her pants just yet, but I really just needed the extra money. Who am I kidding. Of course I want to get into her pants. I'm Rodrick Heffley for Christ's sake. I got up from the table and left through the doors Brittany walked out of. Maybe I could catch her. I waited at the fountain outside of the girl's bathroom. I looked down at my black converse. They really needed to be washed, and I bet they smelled as bad as they looked. I gotta get the band over soon to practice; forgot to mention that at lunch. How long does it take to clean cheese off of your face? God Dammit. About five minutes later she appeared with a pout on her face. It was completely adorable. What the hell am I saying? Adorable? Girls aren't fucking adorable. She looked pissed that she had a cheese stain on her chest from where Ben threw the fries.

"Hey, I'm sorry about that. I don't think Ben saw you," I pointed behind me.

"Yeah, I kind of lost it back there. Tell him no hard feelings. I'll get over it," she giggled.

She's so cute. Ugh I am such a sap. Knock it off Rodrick. I instantly froze for some reason. It was strange. I never had a problem with talking to girls. Why am I having a trouble with it?

A lump formed in my throat and I choked on my words a bit, "Uh, wh-at time a-re you planning on, um, coming to the house?"

"I'll probably be up after I stop home. Does about four thirty sound good to you?" she asked.

"Yeah, that's fine. Would you want me to pick you up?" Please say yes.

"There's no need." Fuck. "I have my car. If you can just give me-"

"There you are buddy! Let's go! We have some shit to do before 5th period," Ben said while grabbing my shoulders.

"Excuse us, cutie." Chris said as he pushed me along.

"I'm sorry," I yelled from down the hall.

I felt bad rudely leaving her mid sentence.

Brittany's POV

"Yeah, that's fine. Would you want me to pick you up?" Rodrick asked.

"There's no need. I have my car. If you can just give me-"

Rodrick's friends curtly cut me off and took him down the hall, leaving me bemused.

"directions…" I finished my sentence.

I stood in the middle of the hallway for a moment, and couldn't believe that that happened so quickly. He was here one minute and gone the next. His friends were jerks. I turned around and went to my next class, study hall. Because I had nothing to do during this period, I listened to my iPod. I felt my phone go off in my pocket. I took it out and slid it open.

I received a text message, *Hey*

I didn't recognize the number. 555-2951. Hm, wonder who this is.

*Hey there, who is this? Haha*

…

*Sorry its rodrick. I got ur # from jena. Hopefully ur not freaked out. lol*

Jena would never give him my number. She hates him.

*No I'm not freaked out, haha. I woulda gave it to you, but Jena wouldn't give my number out.*

…

*Yeh I kno shes a bitch. lol I looked in her fone wen she went to the lav.*

*Oh okay, ha. Well, can you give me your address? So I at least know where I'm going?*

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*326 brook st. its the white house. ill have my van parkd front*

*Okay see you then : ) *

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*k. bye blue eyes =] *

Even though his spelling and grammar were horrible, butterflies formed in my stomach when I read that last text.