Doesn't Know

1.8

"I'll dance with you, princess," he said, his tone dripping with smugness.

Y/n stiffened. Only Rodrick called her that.

"No, thanks," she said quickly, stepping back and pressing closer to Rodrick.

The guy didn't take the hint. "Come on, baby. It'll be fun."

Rodrick's hand shot out, gently pulling Y/n behind him as he squared his shoulders. His sharp glare locked onto the blonde. "She said no, jackass."

The blonde laughed, clearly unfazed. "What are you, her babysitter? Relax, man."

Rodrick exhaled sharply, his jaw tightening. "Go find someone else to bother before this gets ugly."

"Oh, I get it now," the guy said with a mocking smirk. "She's your little slut, isn't she?"

Y/n's breath caught in her throat. Rodrick went completely still, his back rigid as stone. Then, slowly, he turned back around, his expression eerily calm.

"What'd you just say?"

The guy shrugged. "You heard me."

Rodrick rolled his shoulders, taking a deep breath as if trying to suppress the anger boiling beneath the surface. "Alright, you've got two options, buddy." He held up a finger. "One: you walk away and keep your nose intact." Another finger went up. "Two: I break it."

The blonde snorted. "Like you could take me."

Rodrick's smile was tight and humorless. "Alright. Your call."

Before the guy could say another word, Rodrick closed the distance between them and delivered a solid punch to his face. A loud crack echoed through the room, followed by a yelp of pain as the blonde staggered back, clutching his now-bleeding nose.

Rodrick didn't even flinch. "Next time you talk to a girl like that, you'll get a lot worse than a broken nose," he said coldly.

Y/n rushed forward, grabbing Rodrick's arm and pulling him toward the door before things could escalate further. "Let's go," she hissed, her heart pounding as they pushed their way through the crowd.

Once they were safely in the van, the silence was deafening. Rodrick sat rigid in the driver's seat, his knuckles still white from the tension in his fists.

"You just let him touch you like that," he muttered, his voice low and sharp.

"I didn't let him do anything, Rodrick."

"Didn't you?" His tone was harsher now, the frustration bubbling over.

"Rodrick, I'm fine!"

"Are you?" He turned to look at her, his eyes dark and intense. "Because it sure as hell didn't look like it back there."

"Yes, I am!"

The shout seemed to break something in the air between them. Rodrick leaned back in his seat, running a hand over his face. "I'm sorry," he said quietly. "I overreacted."

Y/n softened, her anger fading as quickly as it had come. "It's okay."

Rodrick glanced at her, his hand drifting to her thigh again. "You're my girl. You know that, right?"

A small smile tugged at her lips. "Yeah, I know."

"And I'm sorry I called you unbearable earlier."

"Don't be." Y/n laughed lightly. "You were right."

Rodrick chuckled, finally starting the van. "You shouldn't let people treat you like that," he added after a pause, his tone softer now.

"I know," she admitted. "I'll work on it."

He nodded, giving her thigh a reassuring squeeze. "Good. 'Cause next time someone tries, they're dealing with me."

Y/n leaned her head against the window, a small smile playing on her lips as the van rumbled to life and pulled away from the curb.

"Nobody wants the rath of Rodrick." Y/N laughs

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