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So, Rodrick is hot in the movie. Hot character plus a fanfiction writer equals...this nonsense.

Either way, I hope you have fun reading it.

Welp, go ahead.

(Rodrick's POV)

I stood there with my mouth wide open, Karen just watched me out of the corner of her eyes.

"What's wrong?" She gaped and I followed it up with a big fat,

"No way!"

Mr. Lyle shook his head, "Rodrick, Karen just wants to help. You need to pass my class and getting a good grade on the book project will help."

My arms crossed, Karen O'Rielly was a total geek. She got great grades and was nice to everyone-even me. I always tried to piss her off but she just kept calm.

The teacher just looked at me, "Is there a problem, Mr. Heffley?"

I looked to my left and she just stood there, twirling her hair nervously. Karen actually looked a little upset,

"No…" I mumbled while I watched her fidget.

'She's too fucking perfect.' Is what I wanted to say, because she IS too perfect.

Karen knew it too, I could tell. I always catch her staring at me, like I'm something she needs to study and dissect. That's probably why she agreed to help me.

'I'm her easy A.'

That's when I felt it, something warm touched my forearm and I looked down. It was her small hand, which was the first time she ever touched me. Karen was so gentle-it was only a touch. Then she started talking and my eyes rolled up to her mouth. Karen didn't even take her hand away,

"If tomorrow is okay, you can come over my house?" Karen said while she rubbed the back of her neck.

I forced my voice to come back, "That's cool, I guess."

'Way, way, WAY too perfect.'

The next day.

(Karen O'Rielly's POV)

'The infamous Rodrick Heffley is sitting on my couch.' I thought over and over, was it really so hard to believe? I mean, yeah okay-the guy is hot, that's one. Two, I had a thing for him since the day I saw him at the park. That was last summer though, and Rodrick acted like he hated me now.

'Why?' I glared at him from under my bangs. Was there something wrong with me to make him dislike me? I don't remember doing anything wrong.

Rodrick leaned down on the couch to pet Pip-poe. Secretly, I thought it was amusing because he had spent at least fifteen minutes just staring at my baby snake. I could tell he was freaked out by the little green guy.

'What, is he like, trying to have a stare down? Cause' Pip-poe will totally win.' I wanted to giggle and tease him about it. I didn't though.

"Do you always let it creep around on the furniture?" He asked without looking up.

"His name is Pip-poe, not 'It'. And well, yes. I do. Um, Rodrick?"

His dark brown eyes roamed over to me, "Can you please pay attention?" I offered the option.

Rodrick sat up while nodding his head. He folded his hands in his lap and then planted his eyes on me. I would've been content with that response, but he gave me an attitude with a mouth full of poison, "Gladly." Rodrick sneered in a mocking tone.

Still, I shuddered against the attention he gave me and Rodrick grinned. He was the bad boy in my class. Girls liked the rebel types for whatever reason-I can't really say. Heck, even the Greene twins would take turns dating Rodrick. Fighting over him, trying to win his attention-Heffley could turn sister against sister. Honestly, I just thought they enjoyed being treated badly.

'With guys like Rodrick-that's all they would get.' But that didn't stop me from liking him; it just made me keep that detail to myself.

I let in a deep breath, "Okay, well you're going to need a book to read. Something that will interest you."

The boy waved his hand in the air like a school child-a sinister smirk was glued on his face. I glowered at him,

"No Rodrick, Playboy doesn't count." Rodrick's hand fell to his lap and he groaned.

"Look," I started up and my mono-tone seemed to catch his attention, "If you're not going to be serious then it's only going to make this harder. Mr. Lyle asked me to help you with this project because you need the grade…and my parents will be home soon so-"

All silliness in Rodrick's face disappeared and is face flushed. He glared at me with revengeful eyes,

"I'm sorry I'm wasting your precious time, doll face." He sneered before hopping off my couch.

Rodrick marched out of my house-slamming the door along the way. Something, which I can only guess was the flower pot, smashed.

'Nice job, O'Rielly.'

(Rodrick Heffley's POV)

"Damn it all!" I yelled like a madman when I walked down the street.

'She was just being nice…' I honestly felt a little embarrassed.

I just shoved my hands in my pockets-stopped and thought about going back to say sorry. Maybe even help clean up what I broke on my way out.

'What was it…a vase or something?'

Yeah, I'd even clean that up…if she was lucky.

I groaned to myself, "Aw, who am I kidding?"

I'd totally help Karen clean it up-hell I made the mess. Not like that matter when I broke something in my house. That was different though-my parents are used to me not helping. I was a lazy sonofabitch and they knew it, but I didn't want Karen to think of me like that, for some reason.

But I kept walking…as far away from her house as I could get. She probably didn't even want to see my face now. I couldn't even pay attention…I got all weird as soon as I got into her house. My hands ached every time she was near me and my stomach rolled when she talked. It was like how nervous I was for my first gig.

But why would I be nervous around Karen?

'I'm probably sick or something. I'm Rodrick Heffley-I don't get nervous around girls. Especially not around HER.'

I mean, shit-Karen is smart, you know? She's the golden child-she should be a stuck up bitch and maybe if she acted like one it would be easier for me to accept. But she was never a bitch! Karen was kind and clean, she smelled like fruit and laundry. Most other girls smelled like cheap perfume to cover up the smell of pot.

'Why can't Karen be like other chicks? Like the Greene twins!'

I'm not going to lie…those twins are sluts. They're good sluts too but their crazy. Jackie always wore black clothes to try to impress me but the style looked lame with her bleach blonde hair. She looked even worse when she dyed green strips in that Barbie blonde rag.

Her sister was insane-literally and not in a good way, dyed her hair black. Jess was a hand full of a poser like her twin. And fuck, they were pale…

Karen O'Rielly? She's another story-a whole different genre compared to the rest. She's pretty-very hot-naughty librarian hot! Karen's never been pale, she's a natural tanned little thing with freckles. Her hair is long and brown but she always wears it up in a tail. If it wasn't for her thin famed glasses, having her hair up would draw more attention to her green eyes.

Too bad for her, I make her lose rubber bands everyday. I always swipe them out of her hair in History.

I know she hates it, with that little blush of anger. I can only imagine how it looks now. Karen's probably on the floor picking up the shattered fragments of my destruction…

'God, I feel bad now.' I thought.

Yet, I kept fucking going! I was being pulled dumbly by inertia, like a little bitch! I swear I was about to run my ass back there and beg for forgiveness. Karen deserved it-she was only trying to help me not be a failure.

But that's when my phone went off…

I don't think you trust in my self righteous suicide

I cry when angels deserve to die

In my self righteous suicide

I cry when angels deserve to die…

Yeah…my Chop Suey ringtone by System of a Down always went off during the weirdest moments. I had gotten a text message from Karen. Her ears must have been ringing-bleeding from my constant thoughts revolving around her.

"Rodrick plz answer…" Was all she said.

I was a coward…so I didn't answer.

'Sorry.'

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