In North Shore, where reputation was currency and gossip spread faster than Wi-Fi, something unexpected had rolled in — Rodrick Heffley. The new kid didn’t fit any category: not a jock, not a nerd, not even a rebel in the curated kind of way. He was raw, loud, and unapologetically messy, like a walking middle finger to the school’s polished image. Everyone whispered, but Regina George just watched — curious, irritated, intrigued. He didn’t fall at her feet like everyone else did. He teased, ignored, and somehow made her feel seen and infuriated all at once. And maybe, just maybe, that was more dangerous than any rumor she’d ever started.