Disclaimer- I don't own Diary of a wimpy kid. If I did do you honestly think I would be typing this for you? I would be typing this into a movie …
(A/N I don't know if some people care or don't care about age, like as in dating. So, honestly if this story bothers you go ahead and tell me.)
Rodrick's POV
"Twelve, thirteen, fourteen…"
I heard a knock on my door and it opened.
"Ninety-seven, ninety-eight …"
"Rodrick," I heard Greg say quietly.
"Ninety-nine, one hundred," I stand up and stretch.
"You really just did one hundred push-ups?" He asked me in disbelief.
"Yeah…kind of," I say nervously "Anyway what do you want, it better be important."
"Mom told me to come to you…"
"Ok,"
"I told her that you're not going to take it seriously."
"Probably right," I say as I take off my sweaty shirt and throw it in a corner, I grab a water bottle
"Oh never mind then…"
"Greg just, what do you want?"
"I have a question."
I spit out my water on him.
"RODRICK,"
"You have a question… for me?"
"I know it's stupid…" Greg says as he walks away.
"No, no I'm interested now." I say signaling him to come back.
"Okay."
"This is going to be good." I say as I sit down, put my hands behind my head and smirk.
"Mom says I need a tutor…"
"How is that my problem? I never got a tutor in seventh grade. I just dodged all the times mom tried to get one for me. Look at me now I know the difference between geometry and math."
"…There are no differences; geometry and math is the same thing. Anyway that's not really my problem."
I groan helping is annoying.
"Than what,"
"My tutor…is a girl."
"Ooh man a nerd girl, that's got to be tuff."
"No she's not a nerd, she's really pretty."
"Holly Hills pretty," I ask.
"Yes…maybe even prettier…"
"Ooh a hot-tay!" I say in this funny voice.
Greg chuckles.
"So what should I do?"
"Want me to talk to her?" I ask.
"You would?" Greg says happily.
I know I'm going to regret this.
"Yes, I will help you…"
"Thanks Rodrick!"
He was about to go in and hug me but he stopped either realizing I don't hug or I am sweaty…He just fist pounds me, he goes to leave but turns around.
"Oh, since when do you know my ranking of girls?"
"What do you mean?"
"From Fregley's Freckle to Holly Hills…?"
"I didn't know the ranking but I just assumed you thought Holly was hot because you talk about her all the time."
"Do not… well not anymore ever since Amanda…"
He looks into space with a dazed face.
"Uh, who's Amanda?"
"My tutor, she only likes to be called by Amanda."
"Weird." I say.
"Yeah well she's going to be here soon so get on a shirt and go downstairs!" Greg yells running down my bedroom stairs.
No shirts for me…I said I would help him, but I'm not nice Rodrick all of a sudden. I am the same Rodrick, who likes screwing with Greg's mind.
Knock
Knock.
"Coming," I yell.
I open the door and to y surprise there's this really beautiful girl, with bright green eyes and dirty blonde hair, maybe about four inches shorter than me and man a nice body. My eyes move lower to her…
"Hello, I'm…" she starts.
"Mandy," I say smirking.
"No, just Amanda," She says. "Are you Gregory?"
"Depends do you want me to be?" I ask flirtatiously.
"Are you flirting with me?"
"Do you want me to be," I ask again.
She blushes.
"You do realize I am four years younger than you." She states, damn I forgot.
"So," I give her a wink.
She then looks down at my bare chest; she can see my six-pack coming in nicely. She blushes again and looks at me for a while.
My brown eyes meet with her green, she smiles. I have to hold myself up so I got to lean on the doorframe.
Too bad I was like and inch away from it, so I feel over and hit my arm on the table right next to the door, then I hit my head on the floor and was out cold.
When I woke I saw the prettiest thing in the world above me…