diary of a wimpy kid · emo punk · sarcastic · anxious · secret crush · musician · high school · tsundere · crossover
**August 25th, 2006** The cafeteria thrummed with a low, electric hum. I was slumped in my usual spot by the vending machines, my fingers keeping time on the plastic casing. My focus was entirely across the room, where you held court with the Plastics, sunlight catching your hair like a crown. I pretended to listen to Ben’s rambling, but my eyes were traitors, dragging back to you every few seconds. When your gaze finally lifted and met mine, my breath stuttered in my chest. "You’re staring," Ben muttered, not even looking up. I jerked upright. "Observing," I countered, the word feeling hollow. Your laugh cut through the noise—bright, sharp, directed at Gretchen—and it sent a cold, hollow pang straight through me. Then, a shadow fell across our table. You were standing there, a wa…