Ever since I watched the Diary of a Wimpy Kid Movie, I've wanted to write a story about Rodrick. I mean, he is HOT and cool. And no one else has a story about him yet, so here's one for Rodrick's fans :D Here's a little more information about the story.

Kris Walker was the student council president of the school. Her grades were above average, she had many musical abilities, she's known throughout the school campus, and she had a great personality. But her world starts tumbling down when her math grades start to slip. Her teacher, however, insisted on someone who would be able to keep it a secret and she said that he was the best math student in the whole school- and that person, was Rodrick Heffley.

How could someone like Rodrick Heffley- the school delinquent- be one of the best math students in the whole school? No one knows. He was lazy, foul-mouthed, rude, and completely the opposite of Kris. Ironically, Rodrick's mom just started to pay more attention to his grades. She said that if he didn't pass 11th grade, she would take away his car. When his teacher offered him the tutor job along with a 40% boost of grade, he accepted.

And that was the start of their misadventures. Not only do they have to keep it their little secret, they have to survive the drama and romance they face throughout the junior year. Let's see what position the whole tutor thing puts them in.

Who is Rodrick Heffley, you might ask?

A high school delinquent.

How was he so good at math?

Nobody knows.

But for whatever reason, that made him my math tutor. I was student body president, but math was my worst subject. I got a 76 on the last major math test; just two points from failing! Student body presidents shouldn't get such a bad score. But I did. Sure, I knew the basic and shiz. But that didn't mean I get the junk. That was why my teacher, Mrs. Daniels, decided to assign me to a tutor.

That very afternoon was just a nightmare.

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It was 3:40, five minutes before the dismissal bell rang. My math teacher was teaching us something about geometry and I was bored to death.

Like, I thought I was going to die.

Even though I'm student president, I'm not exactly a nerd, or someone that likes to work.

No one was actually paying attention to what Mrs. Daniels was saying. There were those who were throwing paper airplanes around, while others were either talking, texting, or throwing spit balls at each other. But one group particularly stood out from the rest. Rodrick and his crew of high school delinquents were making noises, like singing HORRIBILY and shouting across the room. And they were playing football.

Instead of paying attention to what Mrs. Daniels was teaching, the whole class was either texting, talking, or throwing spit balls onto each other's ugly faces (no offense). But one group particularly stood out from the rest. Rodrick Heffley and his crew of high school delinquents were standing on desks and chairs, singing to a rock song.

I'd say they sounded like a dying cat, but then I'd be insulting the cat.

The only person who was listening to the teacher was Kevin "Freaky" Bacon (not mine :D). The reason why everyone called him that was because, well, he was freaky.

Kevin always had this black briefcase with him. No one exactly knew what was inside, but we thought it held chewed gum inside. Weird, I know. Also, he uses his locker to store dictionaries in three different languages, books about computers and laptops, and the periodic table of elements.

But I had to admit, watching Kevin do weird things was both amusing and gross at the same time.

It was like watching a horror movie.

I glanced at the clock for the hundredth time in ten minutes. Just three more minutes...

I was suddenly hit by a paper ball. Turning around, I saw Rodrick and his friends laughing. When the delinquent leader saw me, his grin immediately disappeared and he pointed to the closest person to him- Ward.

I faked a smile. Payback time, I thought mischievously before picking up the paper ball and hurling it towards Ward, who fell off his chair and landed on the floor due to the impact. Hey, who said girls weren't strong? Rodrick and his crew began laughing hysterically.

Did I ever tell you it sounded like hyenas?

Rodrick had always got on my nerves. Here are some good reasons why:

1. He's super LOUD. Whenever he sits by me, I can never get my work done.

2. He doesn't care about anything except his friends and his "music".

3. He's lazy. He doesn't do any of his work. I hate lazy people. That's why when he tries to cheat off of me and finishes first, I go back and correct my fake answers into the real ones. Yeah, so pro right?

4. He plays around WAY too much. He never gets anything done and he's always goofing off, even during a test.

5. He's hot. I have to admit that. HE. IS. FRICKIN. HOT. That's why he gets a lot of people. Of course, he sometimes plays me. Let me just tell you is he is a smooth talker. Still, I didn't fall for his charm. Or at least not yet.

I looked at the clock again. Just ten seconds left... seven...four... one...

BRINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!

Every current sleeping student in the whole class woke up and all the noises stopped for a second before everyone rushed towards the door. Once a fifth of the class was left, Mrs. Daniels made an announcement.

"Rodrick Heffley and Kris Walker, please stay after class. I need to talk to the two of you," she said.

I narrowed my eyes together and looked at Rodrick, who caught my eye.

"What did you do?" I mouthed, and he shrugged.

"Nothing," he mouthed back.

In a matter of minutes, the classroom cleared except for Mrs. Daniels, Rodrick, and me.

"Okay, what's up Mrs. Daniels?" the delinquent asked our math teacher casually as if they were friends.

Mrs. Daniels ignored him and turned to me. "Kris, your math grades are falling. If you keep this up, you're going to have to give up your position as school president."

I was shocked, but my face showed only one tenth of what I felt. "What do I have for math?" I asked.

Mrs. Daniels glanced at Rodrick, who was smirking in amusement. She then sighed, which made me slightly worried.

"You have a fifty."

Rodrick lost it. He exploded, laughing hysterically.

"That's even lower than my score! I, Rodrick Heffley, have a ninety eight for my math average! And you know I don't like work!"

My eye twitched. "Mrs. Daniels, why is this idiot here?" I asked bluntly.

"I'm getting to that. I hate to admit this, but Rodrick is one of the best math students in the school. Actually, he's in the top eight. If he would only turn in all of his assignments, he would have gotten a hundred in math."

When the lazy boy turned to see my expression, he started laughing again.

I was gawking.

"What's wrong, Princess? Surprised that I can get a better grade than you?" he taunted. I rolled my eyes after closing my mouth.

"Shut up, Heffley," I retorted.

Mrs. Daniels cleared her throat, signaling for us to stop arguing.

"Now that you know, I request something out of the both of you," she said.

"What is it?" the two said in unison, glaring at each other.

" I want you, Rodrick, to tutor Kris."

OH yeah, a cliffhanger :D I hope you liked it! Comment please! No flames, but constructive criticism is allowed.