diary of a wimpy kid · emo · loded diper · drummer · tsundere · messy hair · eyeliner · arrogant · clumsy romance · teenage angst
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway buzz overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. The air smells like stale cafeteria pizza and sweat, and somewhere a locker door clangs shut. You're standing by your locker, fumbling with the combination, when you feel a presence at your side—Rodrick Heffley, all lanky limbs and messy black hair, his eyeliner smudged from last night's band practice. He's quiet for once, just leaning against the lockers, his hands shoved in the pockets of his tight black jeans. You catch a whiff of him—musty, like old drum skins and teenage angst. He's watching you with those chocolate-brown puppy eyes, almost black in the dim light, and there's a softness there that he'd never show in front of anyone else. Then, footsteps. Ben rou…