'I'm Not Gay, Rowley' - A Wimpy Kid Story

I Wish I were Holly...

Guys plz don't give me hate I just listened to the song Heather and it inspired this chapter plz go listen to the song to understand it properly. It gets me in my feels.

I wish I were Holly...

'I'm not gay, Rowley'. My heart was crushed at that very moment. What were all the nights we spent together? The days we shared laughing. Defending each other from the cheese touch... making fun of Fregley... Did that mean nothing to him?

'Holly asked me to the dance' ...oh...

She always took what I wanted, my spot in 'The Neighborhood Tattler', my best friend, - my love.

"Good for you, Greg," I say. Hiding the obvious wound, fresh in my heart.

First day of junior year

The days are longer. It's getting brighter. I'm starting to heal. Knowing that Greg will be there beside me -like always- on the first day of Senior year, is a huge comfort. I pull up to school in the second-hand car that I painted myself.

As I walk into school, I bat my raven eyelashes and say the phrase which always brings me joy even in the most trying of times; Zoo Wee Mama. After a summer at fat camp, high school will surely be a walk in the park.

I step into school in one of my favorite juicy couture tracksuits and a brand new haircut - goodbye to the hair salon of mum *finally!!!! . I feel better and more confident than ever before, ready to take on the world, and even love <3

But then suddenly I see him and my heart skips a beat. I almost go to him, but then I stop. She's there. I turn for a moment, feeling defeated, and leave... However, then I feel his eyes flit to my plump backside, even though I have gained some confidence - I'm still conscious of my girlish figure and appearance. I do strenuous exercise every day, yet I still can't shift the weight from my rump.

Once again I turn to leave, yet not before his dark, sexy, forest green orbs can lock with mine. He looks shocked. I feel my cheeks heating up and avert my gaze to the floor, but when I look back I see Holly touching his firm, hard, mouthwatering abs, that I've only dreamt of touching for so long... I wipe the drool from my voluptuous lips that I didn't realize I was producing and proceeded to actually leave for first-period calculus.

GREG'S POV

I got a car this summer. It's red. And fast. It's been helpful because now I can drive to the gym, and see my hot new girlfriend afterward. She loves it when I'm all sweaty from training my rock-solid abs, and then see her in a white t-shirt. Holly is also sexy, she's blonde, and the most popular girl in school - when I'm with her that makes me the most popular guy, too. All of my new friends are jealous of me, they seem to love talking to her... but in reality, all I think about her is that she's boring. I miss my best friend, but I can't- NO, I won't ever talk to him again after the disgusting news he told me last year. We will never call, and I will never go by his house. I intend to avoid him this year - instead of invisible Chirag, it will be invisible Rowley... forever.

I'm speaking with Holly, damn she looks fine today. Then in walks a new girl wearing a gorgeous pink juicy couture tracksuit, my GF partially blocks my view, so I can't properly see her face. Not that I care... all I can focus on is her huge, juicy, dump truck. Wow.

I almost join in with my friend's wolf-whistling, until I remember I already have a woman right beside me. It's not until the girl stands up I realize her true identity. Green eyes mesh with doey brown ones, a friend sees a friend. ROWLEY?!??!!!!! The fat camp has really changed him; he almost looks sex- NO. I attempt to hide my shocked expression, but with futility. The thought is quickly expelled from my mind when the real love of my life touches my hard-earned, rock-solid, stomach muscles.