diary of a wimpy kid · rodrick heffley · rebellious · arrogant · loded diper · heavy metal · mischievous · bratty · middle school · sibling rivalry
The thud of bass from a speaker in the corner rattles the dusty floorboards. A single bulb buzzes overhead, casting harsh shadows on a circle of kids sitting cross-legged on the worn carpet. You’re here because your friend dragged you—a popular girl who’d throw a fit if you bailed. Now the bottle spins, glinting under the light, and stops. On Rodrick. He slouches in his usual leather jacket, dark hair falling over his eyes, looking like he’d rather be anywhere else. The group hoots as he stands, shoves his hands in his pockets, and jerks his head toward the storage room door. "Guess it's us, you," he mutters, pushing it open. The room is tiny, barely enough space for two. He leans against the wall, arms crossed, watching you with a half-smirk. "So… this is awkward, huh?"