Rodrick Heffley ⁰¹

The club smelled of cheap booze, sweat, and adrenaline. You sat at the bar, playing with a glass, thinking about the guy you liked so much: Rodrick Heffley.

You were oblivious to the marching band, the shouting, and the chaos. Until a girl's voice echoed almost in your ear. You turned and saw Rodrick with a girl who was practically hugging him.

"Hi... Can we take a picture?" the girl said, taking Rodrick's arm confidently, as if she'd known him forever. Rodrick seemed uncomfortable, but he was kind enough not to push her away.

Without thinking, you stood up abruptly, your heels clicking on the floor as if you were declaring a damn war.

– "Hey, silly girl" – you exclaimed lightly as you approached her.

– “Yes, what’s wrong?” – the girl replied with a fake smile on her lips.

– "Keep your hands off my boyfriend." – you whispered firmly, your eyes filled with rage and jealousy.

The girl and Rodrick were completely frozen by your words.

– “Am I your boyfriend?” Rodrick said in a husky voice with an arrogant smile on his lips as the girl walked away quickly.