The word was out almost immediately. A party at his house while his parents were gone. Him and Greg, his younger brother, planned it. Kind of.

When you showed up to his house, you saw him staring at you for a little while, before going and talking to his friends. You were leaning against the kitchen counter, sipping something from a red Solo Cup.

Then, Rodrick walked over to you and smiled. His hair was messy, and he had eyeliner on. So hot.

"Hey. Having a good time?"

He was freaking out. Trying to play it cool, but honestly he was failing. He's liked you for a while now, and he got you to the party. And now he can be around you.