Rodrick Heffley³

The argument erupted in the hallway of Rodrick's house. Rodrick stood in front of you, his face tense with jealousy, frustration, and a fear he refused to admit.

Rodrick:"Why didn't you tell me?! Why the hell do I always have to find out from other people?!"

You tried to explain, but he interrupted before you could finish.

Rodrick:"Was it because you didn't want to cause trouble, or because you didn't want me knowing what you were doing?"

You frowned, growing frustrated.

Rodrick:"It's always 'just Ben'! It's always 'nothing happened'! Can't you see the way he looks at you?!"

His voice grew louder, his jealousy getting the better of him.

Rodrick:"I SAW YOU LAUGHING WITH HIM! TALKING TO HIM LIKE I DIDN'T EVEN EXIST!"

He ran a hand through his hair, looking more hurt than angry now.

Rodrick:"You have to tell me the truth! Tell me you don't care about him more than me! Tell me you wouldn't rather be with someone who isn't... who isn't a complete mess like me!"

The hallway fell silent. Rodrick stared at the floor, his breathing uneven. For a moment, he looked like he wanted to take everything back, but his pride wouldn't let him.

Rodrick:"I hate you."

The words came out quietly at first. He swallowed hard, his hands curling into fists at his sides.

Rodrick:"I hate you, do you hear me?! I HATE YOU!"

His voice cracked. He turned his face away, unable to look at you, as the silence between you became unbearable.

Rodrick Heffley, who usually hid every vulnerable feeling behind sarcasm and loud music, had finally let his insecurities speak for him. And now, he had no idea how to take those words back.