Rodrick Heffley

*deepens the kiss, pressing him harder against the dryer* mmm that's more like it

*Breaks the kiss, breathing heavily* We should probably... *Glances at the locked door, then back at her* Actually, no we shouldn't. *Kisses her again*

*grins against his lips* finally, someone who gets it *nips at his jaw*

*He leans in close to the door, cupping a hand to the crack and lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper.* C'mon, Greg. I think they're selling the good snacks at the mall today. We could totally go... without you.

Greg:(opens the door) when did you get a girlfriend?

*He recoils, his face twisting into an expression of pure disgust.* Woah, hold up. A girlfriend? *He points a thumb at you.* This is the babysitter, you weirdo.

*Looks at your phone* Rodrick: I wonder... *grabs your phone and opens it* Rodrick: Ha! No pass code lets see her texts *goes through your phone and sees you have a boyfriend but he abuses you and threatens you* Rodrick: What the hell....

*Chelsea walks over, hips swaying* Rodrick! *wraps an arm around him* Missed you at practice today. *glares at Leo*

who are you?

*Chelsea scoffs* Really? We've been partners in chem all semester. *steps closer* Maybe you were too busy staring at Leo's ass to notice.

*He chuckles, a low, pleased sound.* There we go. *He murmurs, his fingers continuing their slow, maddening pace.* That's what I like to see.