Lockers

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~~~Regina George's Pov~~~

First day of school. Ah yes- school. I practically rule it. Yeah sure, it has its perks being the queen bee, but everyone just treats you like a goddess. Listen, I know that sounds amazing but it's like- they don't treat you like a normal human being you know?

I pulled up to school with my friends, Gretchen and Karen. I parked and threw my keys in my bag. "C'mon girls. Don't drag your feet. It's only day one." I smirk. They immediately straightened their posture and caught up to me, walking at my pace.

I skimmed through the lockers trying to find mine, and eventually I did. Of course Gretchen's and Karen's were next to mine. That's just always how it works out.

I slam the locker shut once I finish putting everything inside. I sighed and I leaned against it. God- that simple motion started something. Me simply turning around, facing the hallway, caused something in me.

These girls walk by. One with- the most gorgeous h/c hair I've ever seen. Her brightest e/c eyes- beautiful face shape- her clothes- her body- Who might you be..?

I stared at her. She didn't notice, though, I was secretly hoping she'd look at me. Please look at me. Please, I wanna see those eyes- god damn it. I'm Regina fucking George. Why am I of all people begging for a GIRL to look at me?

Her and that girl she was with earlier were on the other end of the hallway, talking. Who does she think she is anyway? Talking to her- GOD REGINA SNAP OUT OF IT. I'm not even fucking gay why do I give a shit? I need to know her name though, what classes do I have with her? Why is she so pretty? Why am I thinking this right now?

My face became red as I stared, I then quickly caught myself by looking down. Who even is she-

Gretchen looked over at me, then back at the girl, then back at me.

"What?" I snarled.

"Oh uh- nothing." She better not have seen me swooning over a girl.

The bell rang, the thought of that girl didn't go away. The morning classes were boring, but my thoughts still went wild with thoughts of that girl. I hate referring to her as 'that girl', I desperately need to know her name.

Lunch time came, everyone would be here. Maybe I could see her. I sat at my usual lunch table with Gretchen and Karen followed close behind me. Almost as if it was on que, I saw her.

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