A/N: Ok, so this is my very first fanfiction, and while I sort of hope you will be kind, I don't expect you to sugarcoat anything either. Constructive criticism is welcomed, flames will be ignored. So, I know there are already a lot of Rodrick x OC fics out there, but I thought I might write another one anyway, because I'm lifeless like that. So yeah. I'd have a disclaimer, but, let's be honest here. If I told you I owned Diary of a Wimpy Kid, would you believe me?

EDIT: Thanks Joan Montague 130.5.09 for the note!

Rodrick Heffley didn't like change.

He didn't like having to deal with a switch from the norm, or what he called his norm, at least. To try and readjust, well, it was just so much... work.

And he didn't like work at all.

Yet, there were situations where it was required of him to embrace said change, as troublesome and inconvenient as it was. Situations where he couldn't weasel out of or avoid the change. Today would be one of those instances.

"Miss Maddie, I don't get why you had to pick me for this," the boy said roughly, his simple statement crossing over to a whine once he realized the gravity of the situation he was in —or rather, after he realized what his teacher really meant when she said "I'm going to give you a special assignment."

As if that wasn't enough, Rodrick was being assigned a job that was not compulsory for all students, and (being the obvious delinquent he was) if given so much as a choice, he wouldn't say yes in a million years. Furthermore, it was a duty that he would have to do without anyone to cheat off of.

"Because it's a task that could get you some extra credit, and help you learn a little more about responsibility," the young brunette answered. As an after thought, she added with a smug look, "Also because I can."

Rodrick let out a groan. Miss Adelyn Madison, new to the education business as she was, still owned that stubborn attitude most teachers had —towards him, especially. The boy stood in front of his English teacher who sat on the edge of her desk, her legs swinging to a beat only she could hear. It was hard to remember calling her 'Miss', especially when she acted so much like a classmate instead of an educator. She even dressed like a teen, with her black and red checkered shirtdress and thick leather belt, along with a few maroon, red and black thick bangles along her left arm and the black knee-high stiletto boots she sported. It was actually quite annoying to have to remember adding the prefix before her name.

Nevertheless, she was one of his favorite teachers, due to the little homework she gave and how lenient she was with most kids' screw-ups, and, considering Rodrick's attitude of disregarding his studies, was a good thing. Apparently, others liked her also because she was quite the joker in class, but Rodrick never really paid attention anyway, so he wouldn't know.

Not intending to give up, however, Rodrick decided to feign his concern about the duty he was given. "But shouldn't you get someone who stays in class and finishes their homework? Wouldn't they be better for this kind of job?"

His teacher laughed. "Come on, Rodrick. Don't tell me you can't handle it." A smirk graced her pale face, but faltered and was replaced by a sigh when Rodrick didn't look any more excited about the assignment she was giving him. She slid off her position on her desk and onto the floor, crossing her arms over her chest as she did so. Perhaps it was a gesture that was supposed to remind him that she was still his superior, even if she was five inches shorter than him. "I know you, Rodrick, and I know that you can. I can see what you're capable of, even if you don't show it. This simple job could jump start something in you." She held out a paper which consisted of the information he needed to know about his job.

He's heard that speech before. Reluctantly, the teen gave in to his teacher's wishes and nodded his head, unwilling to do so but unable to wiggle himself out of the petite educator's orders. She didn't seem like the kind to be persuaded out of a situation once she made up her mind. He took the paper from her hands wordlessly.

She gave him a sincere smile, heading behind her desk and packing up her stuff. Rodrick followed suite, grabbing his backpack from where he left it beside her table. He took it carelessly and swung it over one shoulder, heading towards the door and holding it open for his teacher. It wasn't a gesture he often made, but he felt he might as well.

As she passed him, grabbing the beige trench coat that hung by the door, she nodded gratefully and said her thanks, walking backwards a few steps to call out, "'Bye, Rodrick!"

The boy could only manage a half-hearted, "See you, Miss M," before heading in the opposite direction towards the front of the school, where his van was parked. All the way, he could only think about what was to come from this horrendous responsibility that he was given. There way no way out of it now.

It was settled then. Rodrick would be the student guide for the new girl, who was arriving in about a week's worth of time.

Once in his van, he sat down in the driver's seat with a heavy sigh. Looking down at the paper Miss Madison had given him, Rodrick studied the information on his student a little more. There wasn't much about her, except for her name, age, race, previous school and the things he needed to help her with —learning the school rules and regulations, showing her the classes she needed to attend and where they were located, etc.

Maya Everly was officially his problem now.

A/N: So, it's pretty short, but I wanted to get that out of the way so I can get the plot up and running. What did you think? Also, just as a side note, the major characters in this story will be Rodrick, Maya, Adelyn/Miss Maddie, Greg and a few others that I will introduce later on in this story.