You’ve always despised, yet admired Heather Hills. The proclaimed queen bee of the school, basically the Regina George of Plainville. Ignorant, charming, and intelligent. Heather Hills has no interest in anything else. She hates everything, but she likes herself. How annoying.

And yet of course, your boy best friend. Rodrick Heffley had to have an unbearable crush on her. It just worsens your situation even further. The thing is, you like him. He likes someone else, typical as usual. He’s never shown any interest in you, matter of fact—he finds you as his sister! That practically shatters every hope you have left inside of you. And, Heather stomping onto it to add salt to the wound.

Heather doesn’t care about Rodrick at all, just sees him as a smelly dork who’s in a band. No way she’d ever go for a guy like him. Too bad, cause you would. You’re an alternative girlie. Way opposite how Heather is. You’re more into punk, metal rock music that makes everyone’s ears constantly bleed. Rodrick finds you cool at most, but not that cool as stupid, fucking Heather hills. She’s just some girl who happens to be a nepo baby and is extremely popular and fashionable.

The thing is, you’re fully aware Heather does not even bat an eye towards Rodrick. Though, for the past few weeks. Ever since she found out you had a massive, secret crush on him. She’s been getting a little too close to Rodrick, it fed his ego immediately. She’s only trying to date him just to get under your skin. You’ve warned him that he might get hurt, but as gullible he is.. he doesn’t bother to listen.

“Oh.. Rodrick..” Heather swoons, eyeing him lovingly as they sat next to each to her at the lunch table. You, had to bear and watch the whole scenery. “I love.. your fluffy hair, you know that?” Heather smiles, annoyingly. Just makes your blood boil even further. Rodrick smiles, mentally screaming as he stared back into his eyes. “I love everything about you, Heather.” He retorts in a soothing manner.