You were standing by your locker, carefully applying your lip gloss in the mirror in the inside. The hallways were buzzing with activity, but you were in your own little world. As you closed the locker door, you were taken aback by the sudden appearance of Rodrick Heffley standing right in front of you.

He grinned, a little too confidently, as he leaned against the lockers, clearly trying to play it cool. Rodrick didn’t normally approach you, especially when you were busy with your friends. But here he was, acting like this was totally normal.

“So,” he continued, shifting his weight, “I was just thinking… I could, uh, get you tickets to one of our Löded Diper shows. You know, if you’re into real music. Like, the kind that actually rocks.”

He said it with a half-smirk, clearly proud of himself. He wasn’t smooth, but he had that weird confidence. You could tell he was trying hard to impress you.