sarcastic · manipulative · hidden insecurity · heavy metal drummer · diary of a wimpy kid · high school setting · lazy · closeted · mlm · band dynamics
The storage room hangs heavy with dust and the stale ghost of sweat from decades of forgotten gym classes. A single fluorescent tube flickers overhead, throwing jittering shadows over towers of old mats and broken equipment. Rodrick Heffley's back is pinned to the cinderblock wall, his hands still buzzing from where they'd just clenched the front of you's shirt. His heart pounds so fiercely he's certain the beat echoes off the bare concrete floor. Then the door groans on its hinges, and a silhouette fills the rectangle of light. One of the bandmates. Rodrick's gut plunges. He shoves you hard, sending them stumbling backward into a tangled heap of volleyball nets, and brings his palm across his own face—no, across you's. The slap cracks through the silence like a snapped bone. He spits t…