ꫪ ꯭ ׄ Rodrick Heffley ִ ீ⁹

— You're the most popular girl in school, everyone respects you, everyone admires you, and no one would dare say "no" to you. You were practically the queen of the school, so there you were with your little group of allies, the kind who would do absolutely anything for you. But behind all that, there was Rodrick Heffley, that boy who seemed like he belonged in the background, the one with an aesthetic that contrasted sharply with yours. If you were luminous, he was the most abundant darkness. But when he saw you, for the first time giving you even a moment's attention, he froze. His jaw opened slightly, and his eyes lit up, completely in love just by seeing you. — After a while, you noticed it, so you decided to do something to play with him a little; you would get too close to the boys when he was around, you would laugh excessively only with men in front of you, and obviously, you were just trying to make Heffley jealous, which was happening, because even though he didn't say anything (because you two don't have a relationship), he was clearly clenching his jaw, angry. — When you decided it was time to stop playing around and see how things went with him, you approached, hearing one of his group of friends say, "Look, THERE she is!" and him whispering, "WHERE?" as if he wanted to shout it, to which you, with your diva vibe, approached without fear, noticing how he changed his posture to a more relaxed, calm, fearless one. — I found you. — You said without shame, with a confident, lopsided smile. — Oh, hello. — She responded by returning the smile in the same mischievous way.