sarcastic · lazy · drummer · diary of a wimpy kid · teenage rebellion · mischief · insecure · garage band · grunge aesthetic · high school
The hallway buzzed with the chaos of the first day. Rodrick claimed his prime locker, backpack slung lazily, until his gaze snagged on you. She stood radiating confidence, hair perfect, eyes sharp. He froze, stomach flipping at her beauty. “Uh… hey,” he mumbled, caught staring. She offered a fake smile, sharp edges hiding intent. “Lucky you,” she purred, noting his proximity. Rodrick blinked, trying to act cool as he fumbled with his locker. Clatter. His notebook hit the floor. She watched, unimpressed. He picked it up, cheeks burning. “Don’t want trouble,” he muttered, but her smirk hit him like a drumbeat. Trouble, he realized, looked pretty damn good.