Black Sheep Rodrick X Reader Fan Fiction

Chapter 3- Tangerine

[L/N] = Last/ Name

"You know, I think you like me." Rodrick leaned his forearms on the fence watching you. He had a smug look on his face that made you want to punch him. But you remember this is all a game. Getting under people's skin and learning how to react is something your Father definitely taught you how to handle. Never let them know how you really feel. You think your Father is sort of a psychopath.

You take your chin off your hands that rested on the pool's edge and swim backwards laughing. Throwing your head back, type of laughing. You cannot believe this idiot actually thinks that at dinner with you making fun of him meant you liked him.

"Why would you ever think that," you say playfully. You use your hands to help you float in place while kicking your legs slowly. "I made fun of you and then you called me a bitch. What life experience with women do you have that makes you think that means I like you?" You genuinely were confused on what kind of drug he had to have been doing to think that. Rodrick looked confident in his answer still. Which meant you had some work to do. If a boy like that thought you liked him, school would be a nightmare.

"I know when girls like me. There's this one chick, Heather Hills, the most popular girl at Crossland. She absolutely hates me, but I performed with my band at her sweet sixteen two years ago. But! Whenever she passes me in the hall, I see it in her eyes," She still wants me and she's mean to me like you are. Which means you like me too. I get it, lots of girls do." You stare in disbelief. What an actual fucking moron. Rodrick crosses his arms over his chest. Making you wish so bad that you could actually hit him and his smug face.

"Rodrick, girls do not play into the whole, 'if I am mean to you, that means I like you' thing that guys do when they're like 8. We are women. Sophisticated with flirting," You swim back to the pool's edge and pull yourself up, out of the water. Water falls off from your body as you walk towards the fence to Rodrick. You notice that his eyes take in your body and your bikini being the only thing covering you right now. Leaving the warm water into the cold night air made you shiver slightly."Besides, if I liked you, that's the day everything sweet turns sour. The day water is no longer wet." With the water still dripping off of you, you flick him with some water. He flinches in response and almost trips over his own feet. You laugh once more at him. You don't know how this guy can try to portray himself as tough if he gets scared of water coming at him.

"You should be thanking me, Rodrick. I think that's the closest thing you've had to a shower in probably three days," You wring your hair out, pushing the chlorinated water out onto the concrete. "Look Heffley, I don't do the whole 'friend' thing. In fact, if you see me at school or God forbid, we have a class together, do not speak to me. I won't be saving you a seat at lunch. And I do not want to ride in a car with you to school, I've seen how you drive." You shake your head at him side to side, still in disbelief of how stupid he could be. You walk over to the cabana and turn the pool heater and lights off. You see a towel and grab one to wrap yourself up in. You pick up your phone and your clothes. You now stand on the opposite side of the pool, further away from Rodrick.

You should feel bad how you treated him because he did amuse you a bit. You hated telling people to stay away. Overtime, it got easier, but you just couldn't have friends. Too many people used you for your Father's money. And now you had to worry about people wanting to use you for your aunt's radio show or something else. Watching him from across the pool made you think, maybe in another life. Stop. Those kinds of thoughts are the soft parts of you. Ones you push away for a reason.

You turn to head inside and hear Rodrick speak up softly, "[Y/N]," You turn back towards him, against your better judgement. You should just head inside. Fun time is over. While you enjoyed making fun of people like him, it has to end at some point. Poking fun would turn into sarcastic comments and then soon... Stop it. You push on and head inside before he can finish what he was saying. Locking the door and shutting the curtains. Not before you see Rodrick still staring at you. You turn the yard lights off and head off to wash off the chlorine from your hair, forgetting how Rodrick looked standing in his yard.