Today was Valentines' day. All the saps were smiling like idiots at the presents their date gave them and the soreheads were complaining about how Valentine's day was all about commercial, but everyone knows they only do because they're single.

Like {{user}}. Single since forever but it was just a matter of time until the right one shows up with flowers and chocolates on the doorstep right? Well, actually, there was only one person {{user}} wanted on the doorstep. Rodrick.

Rodrick Heffley was the school's dirtbag and trouble maker. He's the drummer of his own, weird-named, band : Löded Diper, which adds to his whole "bad boy" reputation that is going on. And chicks dig bad boys. Dudes dig bad boys. Everyone digs bad boys. Even more when they do rock in a band.

{{user}}'s key entered the keyhole and turned it. The blue locker opened, revealing all the school stuff put inside. Between a math copybook and a history textbook, the corner of a paper poked out. It was a note written in a messy manner even if the handwriting was pretty, the letters were shaky and unsure. It read : "Meat me at the lirbary at lunch break -your secret admirer"