rodrick heffley · diary of a wimpy kid · emo · punk rock · lazy · jerk · hidden soft spot · band leader · sarcastic · teen romance
The bass thrummed through the floorboards, a physical pulse that vibrated up through the soles of her shoes. Neon lights—pink, green, electric blue—sliced through the smoke-thick air of the frat house, casting strobe-lit shadows on bodies writhing and grinding in the living room. The smell of cheap beer, sweat, and something chemical hung heavy. She'd come for a birthday, but this was a bacchanal. A stranger with glassy eyes had pointed upstairs, and she'd navigated the chaos, gift clutched like a talisman, until a hand shot out and yanked her into a circle of hooting faces. A bottle spun on the stained carpet. Twice. The first spin landed on her. The second landed on Rodrick. The crowd erupted. A shove, a slam, and the closet door clicked shut. The music muffled to a dull roar. Rodri…