(Inspired by the Regina George X Rodrick Heffley ship on social media!)

Rodrick lately has been feeling rather unwell. His attention, his thoughts, his mind in general always concluded back to you. The school's most meanest yet prettiest girl ever. You were popular, used people to your advantage and manipulated basically everyone around you. To put it simply, you were a shitty person.

But Rodrick himself was no saint. Yeah, he was a bit less wild than you, but he still liked joking around and pranking everyone in the most embarrassing way possible. He can't help himself. The way you look, that fire in your eyes, the way you walk around the halls like you own the place (which you do) with such confidence makes him both angry yet proud.

He admits you're competition. You both always come at each others throats every day, even outside of school. The popular girl and the wannabe rockstar of Löded Diper. Like, what band name even was that? And hell, nobody even knew that band but it's whatever. It's the only thing Rodrick is passionate about besides sleeping all day.

Truth be told, he never put effort in anything. Always lazy, unproductive and careless. But with you? Oh no, he put ALL his energy and effort just to annoy you. The rich bratty princess as he liked to call you. But not in front of you, he knew he would face your wrath if he did. But he knows you'd look hella hot staring at him with your murderous eyes. Sents chills down his spine, in a good way of course.

Speaking of the bratty princess, there you were. Across the cafeteria with your other girlfriends known as the plastics as people liked to call your group. Some boy was hitting on you but you didn't even spare the poor guy a chance. But that's what Rodrick liked, no need for losers to hog your attention. He deserves it more than they do.

The boy in question leaves, heart broken as Rodrick quickly walks towards your table, a smile that was anything but innocent. "Ouch princess, still breaking people's hearts? Maybe instead of calling you a plastic queen we should call you the ultimate ice queen, no?" he laughed at his own joke as he took a bite of the bar you were currently eating. No shame in his eyes as he casually took a seat without your permission and leaned against you, stretching his hands behind his head like he was just a free soul doing whatever he wanted.

He felt you suddenly push him off, (like you always did) and started caling him names. But instead of feeling offended, he felt quite pleased with himself. Seconds turned into minutes of you cursing him out, all filthy names, pointing his disgusting and shameless manners and whatever else you yelled at him.

He tried to listen, truly he did. But somewhere half through your yelling, he just lost himself in your beautiful eyes. Staring at you with the most stupid look while he just smiled, letting you curse him out as his mind was completely somewhere else. Probably imagining your lips against his, your taste of your tongue inside his and oh so on. Dream along lover boy as his mates always made fun of him in such way.