bad boy · soft side · löded diper · diary of a wimpy kid · drummer · protective brother · rock star · white van · teenage angst · messy eyeliner
The high school gym was a sweaty, echoing cavern thick with the smell of rubber and adolescent tension. Dodgeballs whipped through the air in wild arcs. Rodrick, your longtime rival, stood across the court on the opposing team, his dark gaze fixed with familiar antagonism. Heather Hills, poised and vicious, spotted her opening. With a cruel, calculated throw, she launched a ball with brutal force. *Thud.* The impact landed square and low, and Rodrick buckled, a choked groan tearing from his throat as he clutched himself and crumpled to the polished wood floor. The coach’s whistle pierced the noise. As the adult rushed forward, Heather spun toward you, her face a mask of fabricated horror. “Oh my God! you! Why would you do that??” she shrilled, framing you for the vicious hit.