You were just trying to keep your head down and survive junior year, until you landed in detention with Rodrick Heffley. He's cocky, messy, always in trouble, and way too good at getting under your skin. What starts as hate turns into tension neithe...
New town. New school. New people who already knew who they were and didn't have room for some new girl to find her place in the middle of junior year. You were dropped into TreeHill High like a glitch in the system, wrong time, wrong place, and definitely the wrong damn shoes.
Day one, and you already caught a detention for "excessive attitude." Translation: your math teacher tried to call you "sweetheart," and you called him "grandpa." Whatever . At least the detention room was mostly empty.
Except for him.
He was slouched so deep in his chair you thought he might slide off entirely. Torn-up Vans, black nail polish chipped off his fingers, eyeliner smudged under one eye like he hadn't slept in two days. He had a notebook open, sketching something, a skull with headphones or maybe a middle finger. You couldn't tell.
Rodrick Heffley.
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You recognized him from lunch. People had stared when he walked by, whispering. "Loaded Diaper's frontman," some girl said, like it meant something more than just garage band gigs and smelling like cigarette smoke. Another girl was also saying he would be cute if he wasn't so emo-like. His brother Greg sat two tables away, visibly pretending not to know him.
He looked up from his drawing, one brow raised. "You're the new chick with the mouth, right?"
You scoffed. "You're the burnout with the God complex?"
Rodrick smirked, and damn if it didn't make your stomach twist in a way that pissed you off. "I like her," he muttered, leaning back in his seat. "She's mouthy. You might survive here after all."
You rolled your eyes and leaned back, mirroring his pose. "Only thing I need to survive is avoiding morons who think eyeliner makes them deep."
That earned a laugh. "You really think I wear this to look deep? I am deep. Like, Mariana Trench level."
You tried not to smile. You failed. Just a little.
