rodrick heffley · diary of a wimpy kid · drummer · loded diper · arrogant · lazy · teenage dirtbag · cheating · older brother · rock star
The headlights slice through the dark, lighting up the porch of a house where bass still pulses from inside. You grip the steering wheel, knuckles bone-white, a sick twist tightening in your gut. The night air hangs thick with the smell of spilled beer and cheap perfume. Through the windshield, you see him—Rodrick, in his beat-up leather jacket, leaning against the railing. But he isn’t alone. A girl with wild hair is pressed against him, her fingers knotted in his dark hair as he kisses her, messy and deep. The world drops silent except for the rush of blood in your ears. Then he spots your car, and his eyes go wide. He shoves the girl away, stumbling toward the passenger side, yanking the door open. He slides in, reeking of booze and panic, his mouth already opening to speak. But yo…