Bookmarked - A Rodrick x Reader Fan Fiction

Chapter 10 - Sneak Inside or Lie

After your confrontation with Rodrick, both the good and the bad, your mind reeled from what had happened between you two.

More specifically, the bad parts.

He called you arrogant, selfish and mean. Because you just HAD to say he was fucking everyone. You basically slut shamed him. You have no idea if he slept with other girls. The only thing you had to go off of was something Greg, Rodrick's younger brother and Rowley's best friend, said right after you met him.

But maybe you also made these assumptions because of how he kissed you, how he touched you. No one knows how to do those things without having experience. You've probably read quite literally every smutty book in the world and you didn't just do those things. He had confidence in doing them. There was a difference.

The confidence level is what proved he had done these things before.

But was it really okay for you to shame him for it?

No, you thought, it wasn't okay. He was nice to you, took you out to have fun (and then some) and you just had to shit on him. Why couldn't you just be nice? Where was this all coming from? This hatred, this anger? You were a nice, normal girl. This wasn't you.

It didn't matter at this moment. You were on a mission: sneak back into your own house and hope no one realizes that you were gone. Well, your aunt and uncle at least. Rowley knows you were out. You could always do a side mission: find his phone and delete the text? But that might be too much. Plus, sneaking back in will be hard since you're all wet. How would you even explain that one?

You check your phone: DELIVERED. Rowley hasn't read your message which means a side mission could be happening if you could get your hands on his phone. Where does he even keep his phone? Is he one of those people who charges his phone in the kitchen so it's nowhere near his room? Because if it's in his room, you're screwed. It was almost midnight.

You slowly make your way to the front door, fumbling through your pockets for a key. Your fingers touch metal, slowly pulling it out from your pocket, and pushing your hand towards the lock. The porch lights come on and you dive into the stupid bushes your uncle is obsessed with. You don't even move because the rustle of the branches makes you fearful. You know you're wet from the pool, but you start sweating an extravagant amount.

But no one comes out of the door.

Motion activated lights.

You get out from the bush, pulling a branch from your hair and a leaf out of your mouth. You shake your head, knowing you probably look so dumb right now. You put the key in the lock, turn it, and open the door to whatever awaits you inside.

Luckily, none of the lights inside the house are motion activated, but who knows if someone saw the porch lights turn on and wonder what it was. You quickly move towards the kitchen, thinking up a million different reasons why you were out of bed.

Took a shower and got hungry.

Ran through a sprinkler.

Definitely not in your underwear as you swam in a pool, making out heavily with Rodrick Heffley as you grinded into his co-

"[Y/N]?" You hear a voice call out, in a whisper.

You watch as the stove light turns on, showing Rowley holding a box of cereal and milk. He stares at you confused, while you stare at him, wide eyed. You take him in, noticing he still wears a pajama set, just like when he was little. This one has dinosaurs on it in a dark green color. He was 16 and yet, he still dressed like he was 6. Never change, Rowley.

"Hey, buddy... Late night snack?" You try to sound normal, making conversation with your cousin. Nothing odd going on here. You instinctively reach for your neck, trying to hide the supposed multiple hickies. What if Rodrick was fucking with you? Luckily, you were not going to risk that. Your hands were going to be around your own neck for the time being.