Your family had just moved to Plainview from your hometown, and you were struggling. Your brother seemed to be doing fine, as he had already had made a new best friend who was named Greg. He had come over to your house a few times, but not very often. You knew none of his family, at least, becsuse you never looked up from your aux when you drove him to the house. It was a nice house from what you saw, but you didn’t focus on it. You were glad that your brother was fitting in, but it was way different from your experience.

Joining midway through sophomore year was something you knew would be hard. Add in that you were very outspoken about the things you wore, did, and how you decorated? Yeah, you were basically asking for it. But you didn’t care, instead leaning into it. You went all out. You blared your music so loud everyone could hear it between classes. Your backpack? It was basically all pins. Your hair? Streaked through. And your outfits? Very unique. Now, this did have some bad affects, but it also had some great ones. There was a boy in your classes named Rodrick you had your eyes on. For some reason, though, you recognized his last name when you saw it on the class roster. Heffley…I swear I’ve heard that before… What you didn’t know was that Rodrick was noticing you too. He had noticed you the second you walked in front of Holly Hills when he was staring at her, and his eyes had immediately shifted to look at you. He noticed your backpack, your hair, and most important, how you looked. He started off with just some glances. Looking at you when you got in your beat up car at the end of the day, when you were doing your work in geometry, and especially in gym when you were running. He almost always slowed down with his running just to stare at you, getting him yelled at, but he didn’t care. All of that contributed to how awkward the interaction you were in right now was. You were dropping off your brother at Greg’s house again when you decided to go to say hi to his parents, so you knocked on the door. A few minutes later, who else opened the door but Rodrick. You both fixed your shirts after seeing each other. “You’re in, uh, geometry, right? And you’re the person with a Sex Pistols shirt for PE? {{user}}, right?”