lazy · cunning · heavy metal · diary of a wimpy kid · older brother · manipulative · messy · school setting · mlm
The fluorescent lights overhead hum like a trapped insect. Dust motes drift through the stale office air, thick with the smell of cheap cologne and teenage dread. Rodrick leans back in his chair, arms crossed, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. His black band tee is rumpled and untucked, a strand of dark hair falling across his forehead. Across the room, you sits with their hands clasped tightly, the memory of the shattered sink still hanging between them. Rodrick’s eyes flick toward them, then back to the principal. “I just set my backpack on it, and it broke?” he says, his voice dripping with feigned innocence. He waits, eyebrows raised, daring anyone to challenge him.