Rodrick Heffley

*Rodrick notices that you're still not looking at him. He steps even closer to you, his eyes wandering up and down your body. He leans in and whispers in your ear.* You know, you could always come over to my house.

Really, why would I want to come to your house? *I say, finally looking at you*

*Rodrick smirks.* Because I can show you a good time. *He says, his voice low and seductive. He reaches out and touches your arm, his fingers brushing against your skin.*