gxg- Never Gonna Happen. (Regina George x reader) - Renee Rapp

Too soon.

"Hey honey its prom tomorrow, you haven't mentioned it at all" mom comes over to sit with and my Cady

"Hey, Mom," I greeted her with a faint smile, trying to push aside the heaviness weighing on my heart. "Yeah, I guess prom's tomorrow."

Cady shot me a concerned look before turning her attention back to Mom. "She's been through a lot lately, Mom," she explained, her voice filled with sympathy.

Mom's expression softened as she placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. "I know, sweetie," she said gently. "But maybe prom could be a nice distraction, a chance to have some fun and take your mind off things, or go with Cady to her math competition, mom suggests" My face turns to disgust. 

Cady's eyes lit up with mischief as she leaned forward, her expression bright with an idea. "Well, why don't you make her jealous?" she suggested, a mischievous grin playing on her lips.

I sighed, shaking my head at the suggestion. "I already tried that with Alex," I admitted, feeling a pang of frustration at the memory.

Cady rolled her eyes, her grin widening. "Yeah, but I mean someone who isn't a sociopath," she quipped, a playful glint in her eye.

Despite myself, I couldn't help but chuckle at her blunt assessment. "Fair point," I conceded, a hint of amusement tugging at the corners of my lips. "But where am I supposed to find someone like that on such short notice?"

A lightbulb flickered to life in my mind. "I know just the person," I exclaimed, the realization dawning on me. Cady's eyes widened with anticipation, already guessing who I was referring to.

"No, not her," Cady protested, her expression turning into a grimace. "She's so annoying and clingy."

Cady rolled her eyes, but I could see a hint of amusement dancing in them. "Fine, have it your way," she relented, unable to hide her grin. "But don't say I didn't warn you."

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The tension in the living room is palpable as I sit on the couch, trying to maintain a façade of politeness while Olivia monopolizes the conversation. Her animated gestures and non-stop chatter fill the room, drowning out any attempt at meaningful conversation.

mom, tries to interject, but Olivia's energy seems to overpower any attempts to redirect the conversation.

As Olivia finally begins to wind down, she seems to notice the strained atmosphere in the room. "Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to talk your ears off," she says with a sheepish grin.

I manage a weak smile, relieved that her monologue has finally come to an end. "No worries, Olivia," I reply, my voice tinged with forced cheerfulness. "It's always nice to catch up with you," I add, though the words feel hollow on my lips.

"ready for pictures?"

I force a smile at Mom's question, trying to push aside the uneasy feeling that's settled in my stomach. But before I can fully compose myself, Olivia suddenly wraps her arms around me, catching me off guard. I flinch instinctively, not expecting the sudden invasion of personal space.

"Sorry, sorry!" Olivia quickly apologizes, her words tumbling out in a rush. "I didn't mean to startle you. I just get so excited about prom, you know?"

I nod, offering her a tight-lipped smile, still feeling a bit unsettled by the unexpected embrace. "It's okay, Olivia," I reply, trying to keep my tone neutral. "I understand."

As Olivia continues to chatter excitedly about prom and her plans for the evening, I find myself retreating into my own thoughts, unable to fully engage in the conversation. Despite my best efforts to focus on the present moment, my mind keeps drifting back to Regina and the unanswered questions that continue to weigh heavily on my heart.

I glanced over at Olivia, unsure how to respond to her question. It had been a while since we last spoke, and to be honest, I hadn't given much thought to our friendship since then. 

"Yeah, it's been a minute, hasn't it?" I replied, trying to keep my tone casual despite the awkward tension between us. "Sorry about that. Life's just been kind of hectic lately."

. "No worries," she said, her voice carrying a hint of wistfulness. "I get it. We've all got our stuff going on." but it was clear that Olivia still harboured feelings for me, feelings that I had unwittingly left unresolved.

I parked the car up, and I helped Olivia get out, but suddenly. 

My heart lurched in my chest as I caught sight of Regina, standing near the entrance of the venue. For a moment, time seemed to stand still as I grappled with a flood of conflicting emotions—hope, fear, longing, and regret swirling together in a tumultuous whirlwind.

The deep blue hue of Regina's dress contrasted beautifully with the fading light of the evening, casting an enchanting aura around her.

Despite the distance between us, I found myself drawn to her like a moth to a flame, unable to tear my gaze away from her radiant presence. 

As my heart plummeted like a rollercoaster, I knew I needed to get away. I couldn't face Regina, not yet. Not when the wounds were still fresh, the memories still raw. With a surge of panic, I turned away, my mind racing as I searched for an escape route.

"Y/n, what's wrong?" Olivia's concerned voice broke through my tumultuous thoughts, but I couldn't bring myself to respond. I ran, well sped walk as fast as I could in heels. 

Alone in the bathroom stall, I leaned against the door, my breaths coming in short, shallow gasps. The echo of my pounding heart reverberated off the tiled walls, drowning out the distant sounds of laughter and music from the prom.

I pressed my palms against my temples, trying to quell the rising panic threatening to consume me. Thoughts of Regina swirled in my mind, a tumultuous storm of emotions that I couldn't seem to escape. The sight of her, dressed in that dark blue dress, had unleashed a flood of memories that I had fought so hard to suppress.

Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision as I struggled to hold back the overwhelming tide of emotion threatening to overwhelm me. I thought I was ready, I thought I could do this.

Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision as I struggled to hold back the overwhelming tide of emotion threatening to overwhelm me.

 I open my bag and take out the flask of alcohol I snuck it, although I didn't expect too use it so soon but fuck, I needed it.  

As I unscrewed the cap of the flask, the familiar scent of alcohol wafted up to my nose, bringing with it a sense of temporary relief. With trembling hands, I brought the flask to my lips and took a long, deep swig, relishing the burning sensation as it coursed down my throat.