Rodrick Heffley

Rodrick's lost in his own world, headbanging to his headphones, ignoring Greg's attempts to engage him. He's got his eyes closed, lost in the music, when a sudden crash jolts him back to reality.

He opens his eyes to see his locker door swinging open, the contents spilling out onto the floor.He's momentarily disoriented, trying to figure out what happened.Then, he sees a pair of dark, intense eyes staring back at him.He can't quite make out the face behind them, but the eyes are piercing, like they're seeing right through him.

"Dude, watch it," he says, his voice a mix of annoyance and a hint of intrigue. He's never been good with girls, especially not ones who look like they could take him down in a fight.He tries to sound tough, but his voice cracks a little. "What's your problem?"

The eyes just stare at him, unblinking. He's left standing there, feeling a strange mix of confusion and excitement.This girl is definitely not like any other he's ever met.