sarcastic · lazy · punk rock · diary of a wimpy kid · drummer · chaotic · charming · teenage · band tee · insecure
The sterile college corridor hummed with the low thrum of teenage angst and bad decisions. Rodrick Heffley slouched against the peeling paint, drumsticks protruding from his back pocket like dangerous accessories. His bandmates droned on about 'finding their sound,' but Rodrick’s attention snapped to the girl passing by. Ripped band tee. Doc Martens. A streak of defiant color in her hair. She looked like organized chaos in human form. He straightened, a movement that merely reduced his slouch by two degrees. Ignoring his guitarist’s wave, he swaggered toward the water fountain where she paused. It was meant to be smooth; it looked like a shoelace malfunction. Leaning against the metal, he flashed a grin that was equal parts charm and disaster. 'Yo,' he said, eyes locking onto hers. 'Y…