Get In Loser (Regina George x Reader)

The Wilds of Northshore High (Part Seven)

The Devil Is Fucking Hot

Your POV

I know she's evil. The devil in human form. I mean, of course, she called me a dyke only an hour ago. And yet I can't help staring. I have my arms crossed on the table, my head laying on top of it, my sleeve brushing against my upper lip, supposedly blocking my view. But it doesn't. And I can see her, in all her stone cold bitch glory. Her eyebrows are furrowed, knitted on her face like stitches on cloth that are just too tight, crumpling and creasing her beautiful skin. She tugs at the skin of her lip every so slightly that it makes my stomach reel. Blonde strands keep delicately falling onto her face to which she annoyedly pushes them back, despite my internal wishes. Her lips part ever so often to let out frustrated exhales which warmed the top of my forehead. We were so close now, less than arms length. And right now she doesn't look like the lord of the underworld, or rather, the lord of the hell that was Northshore High. No. She looked human. Fragile. Clearly frustrated by her ineptness at Algebra ll.

Even the devil has his flaws.

Huh.

After a while of trying to solve the not-so-complicated math question on her own, she lets out a sharp exhale and her pretty pink lips turn into a frown. "Are you going to help me or are you just going to sit there and look-"

"Pretty?" I smirk, my cheeks pushing up to my eyes as I prop up my head with my hands. I can see her eyes flicker, having to gather herself for a moment –too short of a moment– before muttering sarcastically, no doubt some insult laced in her soft words. God she must really hate me. I think, and for some reason that thought causes a pit in my stomach.

After a bit of arguing, me and the queen of high school had come to a stalemate. I refused to give in to her, partly because some part of me wanted to spend time with her but mostly because I did not want to get suspended. Eventually, she gave in. She wasn't as dumb as she looked. I meant like, acted. She acts like she's dumb all the time, at least at math, but it's not really true. I just think the problem is she'd never really listened to her teachers. Her mind seemed to look at the numbers and decipher them, putting each figurative puzzle piece together before looking up to me for approval, which came to her as a slight smile. But clearly, she had had enough today.

"Can we like do this another time?" She asks, clearly recovered from my previous tease. I raise an eyebrow at her because for once, she seems genuine. She's asking for my permission. It's a small slip-up, but I'm analytical and she's perfect. We both notice. "Yeah no, we're done for the day." She states, her bossy tone coming back as she slams the textbook right next to me which makes me flinch.

"Well..." I murmur, amused at her little display as I lean back in my chair. "We have to be here for at least another half hour."

She lets out an annoyed groan and starts to twirl a strand of her hair. For a few minutes we just look at our phones aimlessly, neither of us really focusing on the brightly colored screens. I exhale and put my phone down at the desk, an action which makes the blonde raise an eyebrow. I reach into my backpack and pull out a flask, taking a swig and letting the burning liquid flow down my throat.

To my surprise, the blonde sits on the table in front of me, the tip of her high heels tracing the outer sides of my thighs. My flask is taken away by certain perfectly manicured nails and she takes a swig herself. "For being such a nerd you just love doing illegal stuff huh?"

"What can I say? I'm a woman of many passions. Why?" I grin and she looks down at me, her face contorting in disgust. "You've never met anyone like me before Georgie?" I tease and she flushes but composes herself.

"I've just never seen a junkie nerd before. Weird combination. Especially not one who's Aaron Samuels' girlfriend." She mutters the last part more to herself than to me.

"Woah woah woah. I am not a junkie!" I say with mock offense and I can see her disguise a laugh by rolling her eyes. "And I am not interested in men, sweetheart. I thought that was obvious."

"I didn't know people hung out with Aaron for his friend qualities. I just thought you were bi or something." She shrugs, turning her face from me and resting it on her shoulder.

"Look at you, I didn't know you knew what 'bi' meant. You been doing your research George?" I tease and she opens her mouth to deny it but I speak first. "In all seriousness, Aaron's a cool dude. I mean you should know, you dated him."

She snorts and realizes in horror that I'm about to tease her for that adorable, very un-Regina-George-like snort but before I can she speaks. "You would think that. But I barely spent any time with him. He just wanted to make out and have sex."

"I'm sorry." I murmur and she's surprised by sudden tenderness. She shakes her head and looks at me seriously.

"He's not the best influence for you, Y/N. He does dumb shit all the time." And with a hurt expression she adds; "I thought you weren't going to dumb shit anymore."

"Ms. Norbury told you huh?" I ask defeated as she takes another swig.

"Yeah. I mean I figured. It's not like you'd willingly spend time with me." She murmurs, almost...bitterly?

We lean in closer, our breathing slowing. "Do you want me to?"

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A/N: SORRY I'VE TAKEN SO LONG! LIFES BEEN STRANGE.

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