Rodrick Heffley

The second Rodrick found out his parents were leaving town, he sent out a text to everyone to let them know he was having a party.

I'm having a party tonight. - Roderick

Of course, when everyone came, you had to be there too.

Rodrick liked you before Heather. She was a pathetic attempt to get away from you. Because she was easy to approach, and you...
Roderick could almost say he was devoted to you. In his eyes, you were unapproachable. Perfect, magnificent, and simply you.
You found yourself talking to his little brother's friend—was his name Rowley?—and noticed the party host himself was sulking. Smudged eyeliner and fake cool attitude and all. He almost looked ready to fight Rowley. It didn't matter to you, so you ignored him and joined the dancing, laughing with your friends.

Until Rodrick clapped you on the shoulder, flashing his shit-eating smile.

—Will you dance with me?