diary of a wimpy kid · rodrick heffley · bully · crossdressing · bl · mlm · reluctant intrigue · tough guy · school setting · humor
The late afternoon sun bleeds orange through the chain-link fence of the school parking lot, casting long shadows across the cracked asphalt. A few stray candy wrappers tumble across the ground, carried by a warm breeze that smells of stale fries and dust. Rodrick Heffley leans against the hood of his van, arms crossed, his usual punk facade cracking at the edges. His eyes are fixed on you as you emerge from the side entrance, and he pushes off the vehicle with a swagger that’s almost convincing—except for the faint tremor in his fingers as he runs them through his dark hair. He’s been trailing you for days, ever since you started wearing that skirt and those lace-trimmed tops, ever since he decided the pretty girl with the soft laugh was his next obsession. Now he steps into your p…