"You're such a dork" Rodrick X Reader

Chapter 7

Chapter 7
School the next day is not even close to being better than the first day. You now know the girl who caused you trouble is Heather Hills, the pink pristine popular pretty girl; but all you know her as is a fake washed up desperate bitch. If it wasn't her purposely disrupting the class and blaming it on you or taking jabs at you with really lame nicknames; it's the assholes who think they can get whatever they want. Everyone's just an asshole, but it's ok it's high school eventually they'll be adults and real life will kick them in the ass. You get
t to your last period of the day, the one you actually look forward to; not just because its easy and the teacher is actually nice but because Rodrick is in it. After him helping you last night youre starting to warm up to him, emphasis on starting. You walk in not surprised to see Rodrick isn't there yet. He likes to call it "lowering the expectations so they don't expect more from you", bad plan but whatever. The class starts and 10, 20, 30 minutes go by but no sign of Rodrick. The bell rings and class is over with Rodrick not showing up at all until you get a text.

Rodrick: Meet me in the parking lot

So he is here. You make your way outside and to the further parking lots where what do you know Rodrick and his beat up white van are waiting. He leans against the van with his hands in his pockets and a handsome smile on his face. "Where were you?" You ask getting in the van him going around the side to get in himself. "Just didn't feel like going, so I didn't go" he looks at you and smirks; that confident alluring smirk that sends butterflies through your body right between your legs. 'Pull yourself together girl I know he's hot but you're only hanging with him to get this damn project done' you scold yourself on the way to the Heffley house. You get there and Rodrick let's the two of you inside. No one is home Frank and Susan are at work, Manny at day care, and Greg is probably at Rowleys house or just taking extra long to walk home; so its just you two; alone. "You're not having band practice today?" You say nervously breaking the silence of the empty home hoping not be alone with him again. "Nope, this weekend we will. You should come over to see the most famous and sexiest drummer play" he smirks and winks at you two things you're starting to like see him do. He leads the way up the stairs with you slowly following behind, once  you both get to his room he goes to put some music on while you unpack your supplies for the remainder of the project. He plops next you on the bed and starts looking through the stuff like he can't seem to keep still. He looks like a curious cat cutely snooping through stuff. You get to work on the project him sort of helping with the easy stuff you give him, but he seems to slow down after a while. "Ugh can we please take a break I feel like I've been staring at the same page for hours" he whines flipping through the text book. You laugh a little at his whiny behavior, "You can take a break but this is due tomorrow so it has to get done" you say not taking your attention away from typing. "I have an idea" he says sitting straight up looking at you with bold eyes, "let's play truth or dare". He seems very proud of this idea but you not so much. You look at him only to give him a face of disapproval "I don't think that's a great idea Rodrick" you say going back to your work. "Come on we've been on this stupid thing for days you deserve a break" a sly smile grows on his face now "and we'll get to know each other better". You think this a waste of time but the sooner you say yes the sooner you can finish the damn thing. "Ok fine Rodrick you win" you say putting your hands up in a surrendering manner. He has a satisfactory smile on his face from this. "Alright you go first" he says enthusiastically. You ask him the obvious question truth or dare and he boldly chooses dare. You think for a moment on a good dare and it hits you, "I dare you to text your band mates that you're quitting Loded Diper" you say amused at the look on his face. He reluctantly texts all of his friends and obviously thinks of a way to get you back. He ask you the dreaded truth or dare and you choose the safe  truth not wanting to do something stupid on a dare. He thinks for a moment and a devilish smile appears on his face. "Do you like me or something?" He says flirtatiously. This catches you off guard blush starting to form on your cheeks. "Uh, um, no why would you even ask me that?" you stuttered out. 'Why the fuck did you say it like that!?' You scold yourself in your head knowing that was the most unconvincing thing you've ever said. You're in your head for so long you barely notice Rodrick leaning close to you, very close. You tense up now redder than a tomato and your heart racing. "Nobody's here, you can tell me the truth " he whispers close to your neck. A chill runs down your spine from the feeling of his breath hitting your open neck. He pulls away a bit to look at you with a smirk only inches from your face. You stare at each other a hot minute until your instincts kick in. You lean in and he does the same till both your lips are touching. They move in harmony together. Your hands make their way into his hair while his reach and grab at your sides. Your kissing grows hotter as he pulls you onto his lap. His hands move from your sides grazing your hips and making his way down to your thighs stopping at the hem line of your skirt. You pull away from his lips now with lightest shade of red and glistening you give him him a little nod of approval. He leans in to your neck and starts kissing and biting at it. You tilt your head back from the feeling and to give him more room. You feel his hands slide under the hem line of your skirt and slip all the under till he reaches your ass putting a firm grip on it. With that and him finding a sweet spot your neck you let a little moan that you can tell he enjoys as he pulls you closer to his crotch till you're practically sitting on the growing bulge inside of his jeans. He sucks harder on your neck and you tug his hair a bit from the slight pain of it. He squeezes your ass harder, "fuck" he breaths out into your neck and pulling away from it. He leans in to attack your lips again when his door shoots open surprising both of you. You both have no time to react when his band mates rush through the open door out of breath asking Rodrick all sorts of questions quickly "What happened dude? Are you really leaving? Please don't we need you!! Who's gonna play drums-...." they all stop at once seeing they way you and Rodrick are. They stare for a second frozen mouths agape or with smiles. Your face is the reddest it can be right now from straight embarrassment. "Get the fuck out!!" Rodrick yells at them pointing harshly at the door seeing your face and they all quickly apologize and giggle and are out a second later. "I'm gonna kill those bastards" you hear him say under his breath and he turns to face you "you alright?" He ask sincerely but not sure what to say. You're still frozen in shock of just happened and from all your embarrassment. You nod your head slowly "I think I better go" you say climbing off his lap and starting to gather your things. "Wait don't go please, I'm really sorry that happened" he says grabbing your hand looking desperately at you. You smile at him reassuring him you're fine, " the project has to get done and we'll get too distracted here, I'll just finish it at home" you tell him continuing to pack up. You slug your bag on your shoulder but before you leave Rodrick stops you again. "Here take this" he says handing you a flannel. You look at him confused and he helps put it on for you, "it's to help cover those up" he says pointing at your neck. You glance at yourself in a nearby mirror and see purple and red hickeys across the side of your neck. "Sorry about that" he says scratching the back of his neck shyly. You smile again to reassure him "it's alright I'll take care of it when I get home". You say hi to your mom and dad surprisingly not acknowledging the flannel that's two sizes too big on you. You rush upstairs and gently slam the door so you can think about the what the fuck just happened, "I made out with Rodrick. I fucking made out with Rodrick" you say aloud to yourself still not believing it. You take off the flannel and look yourself in the mirror. You touch and admire the red, pink, and purple bruises that litter your neck. It reminds you of how he sat you in his lap and had his bulge against you. The thoughts of it rile you up and give you butterflies in the between me down there. That was the hottest thing you've ever done with the hottest guy you've ever seen. You want more; you need more. A knock at your door breaks you from your heated thoughts with Rodrick. You quickly slip the flannel back on making sure to cover up your neck "come in" you say politely. Your mom comes in with a plate of snacks "I know you've been working hard on that project and I just wanted to bring you something" she says warmly putting the plate down on your desk. You tell her thank you trying to push her out of your hair just this once. "How are the Heffley boys? Are they nice?" She asks since you've been there so often for the project. "Oh yeah they're cool mom real nice" you say giving her a nervous laugh and smile leaning your bruised neck on your hand to make sure it was hidden. "That's good I'm thinking to have the Heffelys over once the kitchen is settled. How does that sound?" She smiles wide and enthusiastically, "yeah that'd be great" you smile back and she leaves you be. You go back to thinking about the events that played out on Rodricks bed. 'What does this mean now?' You start to think to yourself. Thoughts of worry fill your head not knowing what this means for you and Rodrick or where you two stand. You decide you'll go back to tomorrow to settle it. It was nice having Rodrick like that but you don't wanna get too attached to anything. Your thoughts settle as you drift off to sleep excited and nervous for the day to come.