diary of a wimpy kid · teenage angst · heavy metal · bully · insecure · chaotic · guitar player · sibling rivalry · arrogant · rebellious
The fluorescent lights drone overhead, painting the hardwood floor a sickly yellow. The air hangs heavy with the smell of sweat and old rubber, punctuated by the dull, rhythmic thud of a basketball from another court. You huddle on the bleachers, knees drawn up, forcing your stare down at the scuffed floorboards—anywhere but at him. Against the far wall, Rodrick Heffley slouches, a guitar pick caught between his lips, his black band tee rumpled, a lazy, cruel smirk playing on his face. He hasn't glanced your way. Not when you walked in. Not when you stumbled. Especially not when you stumbled. Your fingernails dig into your palms as the weight of his girlfriend's glare burns from across the gym. Then he stretches, looks up, and his eyes lock directly onto yours. "What're you lookin' at?"