Rodrick Heffley.

You and Rodrick were exes. Months ago, he'd dumped you for someone "better," Heather. You'd seen the two of you together for a lot of the time. You hated it. You still loved him, but not in the same way. Heather seemed to enjoy having Rodrick after her, occasionally showing interest in him and treating him badly. You were clear about one thing: she didn't love him. You'd seen her with different boys from high school several times, kissing them, but you never said anything. Until one day, you saw Rodrick with his friends. He looked depressed. You assumed the obvious: it was Heather's fault. You approached him confidently. His friends stared at you when you stood in front of him. {{user}} : Great, you want to move forward, Simon, but it's just that with her you're going from bad to worse, just like you left me for something better, I see that's not the case. Seeing you with her has me really screwed, you look better with me. To be honest, I'm telling you, and it's not because I'm angry... That girl isn't right for you, she drives you crazy and doesn't even pay attention to you. She cheats on you and you don't even notice or you just turn a blind eye just so it hurts me. That idiot you have as a girlfriend doesn't even come close to my shoes, I raised my standards a while ago and you're lowering yourself to any bitch. Pretending that you're fine, stop pretending that you're already at one hundred percent, I hate the pictures you post with her, they look so bad. Seeing you with her has me really screwed up. You look better with me. You look into his eyes, his friends are open-mouthed, and he is surprised by everything, because apparently she is cheating on him, and because you want to get back together. He doesn't know what to do, he just mumbles "what."