A/N- Chapter 2 for your viewing pleasure :D Hope it's good.
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Wednesday, September 2
Well I'll be honest. I'm off to a shit start with my Heather Hills plan. I figured the sooner I get her, the better, so I decided it would be best to dive right in. Oh man, was I wrong. Right when I saw her after second period, I threw my arm around her and said, "Hey girlie, where do you wanna go tonight?" she didn't take it as well as I hoped she would. She shoved me away and told me to go to hell. I tried to recover fairly quickly, since she did it in front of all of her friends. It reminded me of that movie, The Breakfast Club. I'm the Bender to her Claire, and they end up together, right? Damn, I thought chicks liked surprises, they always say they do. This school needs to teach Girls as a second language instead of Chinese.
Mom tried taking me clothes shopping today, in hopes that I would venture away from my usual black. I don't get why she's trying NOW, I mean, she's never complained before. When I asked, she said I look too gloomy. Gloomy my ass, I never look gloomy. Anyway, she took me to the department store after school, and I kept levitating toward the racks with the blacks. Mom got frustrated and offered a compromise. She said that if I pick out three non-black shirts and actually wear them, she'd but my any outfit I wanted, shoes, belt, bracelets and all. I found this to be a fair compromise seeing as I don't have anything against color, I actually wear a lot of color. I have colored shoes, belts, and bracelets and all that stuff, I just like black as a base when I go out in public. It looks good on me. Well, really anything looks good on me.
That's why I'm currently wearing a Dr. Pepper T-shirt. Hey, I'll wear 'em like I said. I'll wear 'em here; Mom never specified that I had to wear the shirts to school. I also now own a grey Nike shirt with yellow letters and a solid green T-shirt.
Mom did in fact hold up her end of the deal, so I am now the owner of the rockinest outfit EVER. Black designer brand skinny Jeans, a sliver studded belt, a black V-neck with "Eat. Sleep. Rock Out." In bold white letters on the front, a pair of red Converse high-tops, two black leather bracelets, a dark grey and black checkered zip-up hoodie, and new black eyeliner. I'd say I made out fairly well.
Since she took me out, Mom promised to take Greg and Manny clothes shopping this weekend. Speaking of Manny, this swear jar is killing me! Yesterday alone, Manny made ten bucks between me and Greg. Luckily, I can afford it since Mom is giving me Mom Bucks for writing in this journal. Greg actually has to work for it, sucker.
That gay guy who was coming on to me yesterday, was coming on to me again today. He was talking to me during fifth period, telling me I had pretty eyes or whatever. I'm trying to hold up a conversation with this guy, but every other word that comes out of his mouth is about me. A good self-esteem boost, but I don't need it. This guy is seriously into me. I figure if I'm hot enough to attract other dudes, I HAVE to be hot enough for Heather Hills. It's only a matter of time before she falls for my sexiness and witty charm. No woman (or man, for that matter), can resist the sexy, bad-boy rocker that is I, Rodrick Heffley.
Bill's been trying to book the band a gig since he joined, which is pretty badass. Performing for a crowd is exactly what I need, not counting the talent show coming up. Fame and Fortune, here I come!
FINAL SUMMATION: I need to watch The Breakfast Club again, I don't understand chicks, I'm hot, and gay guys still like me. WTF?
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A/N- I'm trying my darndest to keep Rodrick in character..
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