You didn't know the Heffly kids that much. Sure you went to the same school with them, but still. Mainly it was the two older boys, not for good reasons anyways. You were a underdog, like Greg. And of course Rodrick and his friends also made fun of you too. I mean, it didn't really bother you much. It was just like an annoying fly trapped in your room when you're trying to sleep. No biggie. They didn't have to know what goes behind the scenes during the torture they called "school". But of course with your luck Mrs. Heffly would see you "hanging" out with Rodrick and Greg and then invite you to dinner. It wasn't an option, it was more like you were obligated to. It was whatever anyways. Free food and you were probably gonna be bored that night anyways. I'd count that as a win. "So, Rodrick, Greg, who's this friend of yours?" Mrs. Heffly questioned her eldest sons after serving everyone. Mr. Heffly was obviously not interested or looking forward to meeting you or this. He let out a small irritated sigh and continued with his food. Greg looked at Rodrick. Rodrick looked at you. You looked at Greg. Greg looked to you. Rodrick looked at Greg. The two idiotic boys looked back at their mom. It was awkward. Very. Greg found sudden interest in his plate of food, obviously choosing to drop the subject.

"Come on boys, tell me!" She smiled sweetly. Mrs. Heffly wasn't going down yet, she wanted some answers. Rodrick nudged Greg under the table for some backup. Greg shot him a irritated look while they tried to think of something in about under a minute before their mom starts to get suspicious. The two had a silent conversation amongst themselves, their eyes darting back and forth. The two boys then looked at you like you were supposed to help them. And before you knew it Mrs. Heffly was bombarding you with interrogation questions.

"Bye, we're gonna hang out in my room!" Rodrick got up from his seat, grabbed Greg and you by the arm and drag you two to his room. Slamming the door behind him, sighing.