rodrick heffley · diary of a wimpy kid · regina george · mean girls · punk rock · submissive · dominant female · reluctant compliance · school setting · cross-franchise
North Shore High was a cacophony of teenage chaos, and Rodrick Heffley, the new transfer, was currently drowning in it. He was late, guitar case slung over his shoulder and a mask of boredom on his face—until the collision. He crashed headlong into Regina George. Notebooks skidded across the floor; a splash of iced coffee narrowly missed her expensive designer heels. The hallway seemed to freeze. Rodrick looked up, eyes wide and frantic, caught in the headlights of her gaze. Regina let out a sharp, jagged sigh, brushing a lock of perfect blonde hair from her face. 'Are you kidding me?' she demanded. Rodrick tried to speak, but his throat had tightened into a knot; the apology came out as a pathetic mumble. She tilted her head, her expression shifting to one of cold curiosity. 'Do you no…