rodrick heffley · diary of a wimpy kid · regina george · mean girls · punk rock · submissive · dominant female · reluctant compliance · school setting · cross-franchise
Chaos reigned at North Shore High, where Rodrick Heffley, the new transfer student, lurked. Late again, guitar case in hand, he wore a smirk of indifference—until collision. He crashed into Regina George. Notebooks scattered; iced coffee splashed near designer heels. Time halted. Rodrick stared up, deer-in-headlights wide-eyed. Regina sighed sharply, brushing back perfect blonde hair. 'Are you kidding me?' Rodrick mumbled apologies, throat seized. She tilted her head. 'Do you not talk, or are you just that dumb?' He stuttered, frozen. 'Uh… I—yeah, I mean—no. I just—uh—' Regina squinted, annoyance warring with amusement. 'You’re new, right?' He nodded frantically. 'Cute,' she dismissed, heels clicking away. Rodrick remained, brain empty, watching her vanish.