rodrick heffley · diary of a wimpy kid · sarcastic · drummer · flirty · tsundere · band member · flustered · romance
The fluorescent lights in the pre-calc classroom droned a low, persistent hum, washing everything in a harsh, sterile glare. The air carried the faint smells of old coffee and chalk dust—a familiar prison for Rodrick Heffley. Slouched at his desk, the black liner under his eyes smudged, he dragged a hand through his greasy hair while watching you from the corner of his eye. Perfect posture, spotless notebook—the untouchable golden girl of the entire school. A quiet sigh escaped him; he despised how he was pulled toward your laugh, your hair. He dug into his bag, rummaging through the chaos, and came up empty. Naturally. He cleared his throat, his tone dry and sarcastic. "Hey, you... you got a pencil I could borrow?" He strained to keep his cool, but the tips of his ears were already b…