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Two weeks later, Regina was sat, resentfully, across from Rodrick on a table in the school’s library. Like it or not, she needed to at least know something about this dork if she didn’t wanna fail Spanish. She’d begged Gretchen to stay, but she had insisted she couldn’t let her current nobody boyfriend see her with another guy. Regina thought this was a flimsy excuse but didn’t have time to chew her out for it before Rodrick arrived.
“So.” She said, breaking the silence as casually as she could manage. “Rodrick. Weird name. What’s it mean?”
She stared at the boy, waiting for him to say something, even an unfunny quip, but nothing. He was ignoring her in favour of his ipod.
“Wow. Really interesting.”
Still nothing,
“Oh my god. Yoo-hoo! Ground control to major weirdo! If you don’t tell me anything about yourself, I’m just gonna make up some fake bullshit and Miss Moreno is gonna stab me. Work with me. I don’t like you either.”
His eyes finally flicked up.
“Fine.” He pulled out his other earbud. “What do you want to know, princess?”
Regina’s slapping hand was getting itchy again.
“Uh…” She glanced at the prompt sheet. “What’s your favourite colour?”
“Hot pink.”
“Always something funny with you, mister joker. Compensating for something?”
“What?”
“Nothing! I’ll just write black,” she said, scrawling it down.
“What about you then, queenie. Any siblings?”
“A sister. Just the one. She aspires to me, as does everyone else. You seem like an older brother type.”
“What, cos I’m strong and affectionate?” he grinned.
“No, because you’re irritating,”
Rodrick gasped in mock hurt and jotted something down.
“Well, that’s enough study for today!” he exclaimed, jumping up from his seat and stretching.
“We’ve been here ten minutes, and most of those were you hypnotised by that cheap little jukebox.”
“How time flies.”
Regina couldn’t be bothered with the witty back and forth anymore. “fine. Just give me one more thing. Uh… your parents.”
“Frank and Susan Heffley, great and noble extenders of the Heffley line. They barely notice me, except for when I’ve fucked something up. Ah, the joys of middle aged adults. Anyway, must be off.”
“Aren’t you gonna—“
“Don’t care!” he quipped as he jogged off.
Regina rolled her eyes so hard they might’ve popped out of her skull.
Well, at least she didn’t slap him this time.