16

Y/N didn't ask to be in a group with two male models and a death wish.

But apparently her English teacher had a sense of humor.

"You'll be with Caleb and Jordan," the teacher had said. "You three work well together."

Caleb was tall, golden-haired, and charming. Jordan was broad-shouldered and had a jawline that looked Photoshopped.Neither of them understood personal space.

"So, Y/N..." Caleb said, leaning a little too close, "how do you stay focused with guys like us distracting you?"

Y/N blinked. "Easy. I don't look at you."

Jordan smirked. "Feisty. I like that."

She was two seconds from threatening them with a stapler when-

"What the hell is this?"

Rodrick.Standing in the doorway.Hair messy, eyes dark, jaw tight.

"Study group," she said innocently.

His eyes flicked from Caleb to Jordan and back to her.

"Looked more like a flirt circle."

Jordan leaned back lazily. "You must be the boyfriend she definitely didn't mention."

Y/N cringed.

Rodrick stepped closer, towering.

"You touch her again and I'll turn your jaw into an art project."

Jordan blinked. "...Okay, emo."

Rodrick looked at Y/N. "We're leaving. Now."

Y/N stood slowly. "We haven't even-"

He grabbed her hand.

"Now."

Outside, Y/N yanked her hand back. "What is your deal?"

Rodrick glared. "My deal is two pretty boys hitting on you like you're a vending machine."

"You're literally not even supposed to be here."

He stepped closer. "Yeah? Well, maybe I don't like watching guys who don't know shit about you try to act like they do."

Y/N raised a brow. "Someone jealous?"

Rodrick's voice dropped. "You'd know if I was jealous. You'd feel it."

That shut her up. Because she did.

Later, at the party... she'd feel it a lot more.

The party was packed, loud, and full of questionable costumes.

Y/N walked in wearing a black lace-up corset, short pleated skirt, and fishnets.

Rodrick choked on his drink.

"Are you trying to end me?"

She smirked. "You like?"

He leaned down, whispering low in her ear.

"You wear that near another guy and I swear I'll get arrested."

The party pulsed with music and heat. People danced, drank, flirted.Y/N and Rodrick tried to keep their distance - keyword: tried.

Because Caleb was there.

And he found Y/N again.

"You clean up nice," he said. "Your boyfriend coming tonight?"

Y/N barely opened her mouth before Rodrick was behind her like a shadow.

"Yeah. He came."

And then Rodrick did what he never did in public:He kissed her.

Rough. Possessive. Full-on "mine" energy.Her back hit the wall. His hand was in her hair. Her skirt rode up.

Caleb awkwardly disappeared into the crowd.

Rodrick pulled back, eyes dark. "Still think I'm overreacting?"

Y/N dragged him closer. "Nope. You're underreacting."

They found a quiet upstairs bathroom. Locked the door.

"You wore that just to mess with me," Rodrick growled, voice hoarse.

Y/N shrugged innocently. "Or maybe I just wanted you to lose your mind."

He backed her into the counter, mouth on her neck. "You think I'm not gonna make you pay for that?"

Oh, she wanted him to.

Their lips crashed again. Hands under clothes. No time to think.The party raged on downstairs while they raged on upstairs - in secret, in shadows, in moans barely muffled.

Because jealousy?Jealousy looked so good on Rodrick Heffley.