Church-Rodrick Heffley
You could see someone smirking at you across the room through the corner of your eye. You knew who it was and chose to ignore the person for various reasons. Feeling eyes burning into the back of your skull. Memories of a past life reeling through your mind like a movie. Wearing nothing but his t-shirt, the way his bed felt like the most comfortable thing the next morning. Smelling like his cologne the next day.
For once, he cleaned his room glazing at the hallway painted beige and decorative art and family photos as he led you to his room. On the ground, you sat on your knees with him in front of you. Empty cans of different brands and flavors of energy drinks littered around his room as a form of decoration. Only after the moonlight changed to morning sunlight into his bedroom. On your knees for something other than to pray oh how your parents would be pissed. A few drinks in with a nice buzz you gladly accepted the thought of going to his room. “You’re so fine baby,” He whispered into your ear nibbling on your earlobe as he began to move down your neck. You ground against one another, breathy moans escaping your lips as you ground against him.
Although the memories weren’t just during school, it was during church. At school functions and even in your dreams as you sleep. You couldn’t get the thought of him off of your mind. He looked at you like he knew that night was all you were able to think about. Maybe it secretly got him off thinking about you thinking about the way your sweaty bodies collide against each other. That Sunday he was with his family. It was Easter. His little brother had just had a situation in church. You sat next to your grandparents because they forced you to be.
It didn’t matter that you didn’t even celebrate Easter your grandparents went for the free snacks and coffee at the church. Once again he glanced at you making eye contact for a few seconds at a time. Your breath gets caught in your throat once again you flashback to the movie and the way you ground against the seat in class thinking about how he was speaking in tongues to you that night. How you were entranced by lust to the point it practically radiated off of your body. As everyone left your grandparents told you to go to the car and wait for them. You loiter outside the church knowing that he could find you. At that point, you were just enjoying some fresh air. “Hey, baby.” He said you saw him walk up to you but you froze and by the time you snapped out he was next to you. You grabbed his hand and led him to the hidden corner of the side of the church.
“Stop looking at me like that!” You scolded, throwing your hands from his. “Like what baby?” he asked “You know how Rodrick!” You said dramatically “Come on baby confess. I know you keep thinking of me.” He said with a smirk leaning over you one arm propped up over your head. “No I don’t.” You stutter “Oh yeah?” He said smirking and raised an eyebrow moving his knuckle under your chin and forcing you to look at him. “Aren’t your parents going to be looking for you, Heffley?” You ask Sterling the conversation away from that night. “No, now confess baby I know it’s weighing on your conscience.” He repeats “Shut up,” You retaliate trying to shove past him to no avail. “Not until you confess, baby.” He says blocking you.
“Come on move, Rodrick, my grandparents are looking for me.” You say pleading to get out of there away from him. “Fine, but this isn’t over, baby.” Rodrick calls as you walk away practically running. As you head back to the front of the church you flip him off before you get in eyesight of anyone. “We already did that,” He muttered under his breath shaking his head with a smile on his face. By the next Monday, you were ready to face the week and avoid him to the best ability. He didn’t have the same plans, instead, he purposely got you both a petition for Tuesday after school.
Somehow managing to make it a later detention as well. Plopping down into a seat at the front of the room on Tuesday afternoon. Reading the clock sighing at the time it was only five minutes in, the teacher had left to grab some tests from her classroom. Luckily she was one of the teachers you liked. You heard a shuffle from the back of the classroom.
Cliche yet relevant it was just you two the other five who were supposed to be in detention that day were either skipping, having sex in the bathroom, or the janitor's closet smoking. The sound of chains hitting the plastic chair next to you made you want to walk out. Cross your fingers and toes that the teacher will be back soon. “Psst, psst,” Rodrick hissed, snapping his fingers in your face to get your attention. Not taking the hint you didn’t want to be talked to. “What, Heffley!” You snapped “Okay damn baby, I was going to ask to borrow a pencil.” He said “Here.” You shoved a pencil from your pocket into his hands.
Shaking your head along to the music playing through your headphones. Humming along to the music before once again being interrupted. “Baby, you were singing out loud.” Rodrick says “Huh? No, I wasn’t.” You say “Yes you were, love.” Rodrick argues “Whatever, if I was what was the last lyric.” You say confidently. “Baptize in your thighs 'til it hurts, you know it hurts. 'Cause I'm about to take you back to church.” Rodrick said he was correct and you just embarrassed yourself.
“I’m sorry,” You apologized “Don’t apologize to me baby, if that’s what you're into I’m down.” he flirted giving you butterflies time and time again. You rolled your eyes and went back to your book. “Okay, I’m bored.” Rodrick complained, “You got us this detest dumbass.” You said “Speaking of where the teacher is, she said she would be right back half an hour ago.” You said curiously. “I dunno, maybe she wanted me to be baptized in your thighs baby,” Rodrick replied, chuckling softly adjusting himself on the desk he was sitting on next to you. “Ew, I highly doubt that.” You reply to him looking him in the eyes the memories from that night.
“Something wrong baby?” He asked “No,” you say quickly he squints his eyes at you. “No, I know what you’re thinking about, baby.” He says “Really?” You say in a questioning tone furrowing your brows at him. “You're thinking about how even if you called me shallow you still screamed deeper.” He said moving off the desk and moving closer to your face. “Yeah sure,” You scoff nervously, chuckling “I was right!” He shouts victoriously lifting his arms in the air. You can see his v-line as his shirt rose up a bit as he paraded around the room. You hoped and prayed that the teacher would come back soon.
“No more praying baby, imma be your preacher now,” Rodrick whispered in your ear as he walked by. Your teacher wasn’t coming back in fact she was getting stoned in her classroom then she planned to fall asleep. You felt yourself move against the plastic chair as you watched him parade around. “Come on baby, do I make you that horny?” Rodrick, innocent yet seductive, asked. “Shut up,” You told him as you stood up from your seat as he made his final round around the room. You grabbed him by his jacket pulling him close to your body. Feeling his breath against your neck made you hornier, “Here?” He asked. “If you want to?” You questioned, “Fuck, yes.” Rodrick whispered in your ear pulling you over to the teacher's desk chair. Once again you were pulling off articles of clothing quickly.
Grinding on one another in the presence of fluorescent lights. Your school wasn’t able to afford cameras in every room. Especially the older rooms such as detention rooms. Time was ticking. It had been an hour and a half, you had another hour and a half left before you could leave. Left in nothing but your undergarments you sloppily kissed him with a sense of urgency you were needy. Panting between you both before you could go any further the teacher’s lackey walked in. Convince he was a dealer and that's why they were close. You never got an answer “Not a word of this or you’re dead.” You treated the kid. “Ight damn, I wasn’t gonna snitch anyway chill.” The student said. “The teacher said we could go,” they said then they left.
“My place or yours?” Rodrick asked, “In your dreams, Heffley.” You said gathering your things. Blowing the slow boy a kiss before exiting the room.