The Wilds of Northshore High (Part Nine)

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Confessions

Your POV

"I can't believe you're smoking weed in my fucking room."

I grin at her, letting the smoke escape from in between my teeth. The blonde scoffs, crossing her arms frustratedly.

"Chillax princess, I'm blowing out of the window. Plus it's a pen, it doesn't smell." I giggle, my face in a dopey smile. All she can do is stare at me for a moment, mesmerized in my reddish eyes, and scrunch her face in disappointment. After I take my third blinker, I turn back to her, the smoke still escaping from my mouth as my face creases into a smile. "D'you want some?" I ask, leaning my head back against her wall and splaying my legs on the bed to the point to which the tip of my foot touches her curled up knees. She hesitates for a moment and then nods quietly. "Use your words baby."

Her face flushes at my statement, shifting from a face of bewilderment to a face of angry flusteredness, and she throws a pillow at me, but I can't stop laughing. "Oh my fucking god! Stop- fucking- OH MY GOD! You are such a dick!" She struggles to get out, covering her face in embarrassment. Once she eventually cools down, I take another hit but this time leave it in my mouth. I crawl to her and lift her face to mine. My heart stops. Once again I'm overwhelmed. By her. By having her in my presence. I keep telling myself it's just to tease her but even when my thoughts are clogged with marijuana mist, one thought prevails. She's beautiful. Her makeup has started to run as the eventful day has made her sleepy and the sweat produced from a day's work has started to ebb away at her makeup mask. Messy strands of her hair pour into her face as the blonde tangles cling to the messy bun propped on her head. I can hear her breathing slow and her blue eyes narrow as my face gets closer to hers and I want nothing more than to close the gap, to kiss her. But I don't. I grab her face, part her lips with my thumb, blow the smoke into her mouth and close her jaw once more.

"Swallow." I command, the girl is too stunned at first to even take in the smoke, but eventually she does. I expect her to scream at me. But she doesn't. Instead our eyes never stop looking at each other, melting into one another. Eventually, I look away first, my face flushed with embarrassment.

After a few moments and a few more hits from the both of us, the tension and the awkwardness of the situation subsides and I speak again, finally putting words to the question that had been burning in the back of my head ever since I had seen her toss her hair as she passed by me in the hall that first time.

"Was it always like this?" I whisper softly, turning my cheek to look at her as we lay side by side.

"What was?" She responds, her voice soft in a way I had never heard before. It's almost...kind.

"Y'know. The whole 'being queen bee' thing. Everyone fearing you. Everyone wanting you. You being a...dick." I say, turning from her to the ceiling and motioning with my hands as I spoke. "I'm sorry if that sounds mean."

"No no, you're right." She laughs bitterly, and I turn to her, seeing as she fiddles with her rings. "It wasn't...always like that. Back when me and Janis were friends I was practically invisible." She murmurs meekly, and her eyes darken, as if she remembers something sad.

"I'm sorry. Middle school huh?" I say, offering my hand in comfort. Her face lights up with an emotion unreadable to me before she narrows her eyebrows and looks back up.

"No I- it wasn't all that bad. It's just that when Janis came out to me, everything got like fucked up." She murmurs, still looking up.

"Why?" I say, anger suddenly bubbling up in my stomach as I sit up and hold myself with my arms. "Because you're a homophobic asshole?"

"No." She answers calmly, not making an effort to get me to lie back down. "My dad. He was the homophobic asshole." My eyes widen in surprise –and a bit of remorse for the assumption– and I slowly return to her side, offering some sort of support. "He found my stuffed animal with this gay pin thing that Janis had used to come out to me and well-" She shudders, a single tear falling down her cheek. I place my hand reassuringly on her arm, wondering what the fuck was going on. "He lost his shit. Told me that if it was mine he'd kill me. I told him that it was Janis, that Janis was gay and he told me that I had to friend 'break up' with her. So I did." She takes a deep breath and before I can open my mouth to offer my condolences, she starts to speak again. "And I guess it was so much easier for me to bully her than to open up about what actually happened." A pause of silence fills the room. "I wish I could apologize to her sometimes. Just sometimes." She murmurs, her words no longer making much sense.

"Well you opened up to me." I offer, smiling slightly. "That's the first step." I say, grinning stupidly and holding up two thumbs up. "Even if it is because you're high." I laugh, but the laugh is cut off by Regina.

"It's not that. Or at least, not just that." She starts, removing her eyes from the ceiling and instead focusing them on me. "You're just...special."

"I am?" I whisper and my breath hitches as she looks at me once more. Slowly, her body reaches out for mine and she wraps her arms around my neck. My feverish concussed body presses into hers and her beautifully warm skin causes shivers to run down my spine. I cannot think at the moment. I can only feel. And all I can feel in this moment is her. My senses are overpowered by her. Her Chanel perfume in my nose, her soft skin pressing against mine, her beautiful blue eyes looking up at mine, her minty breath tickling my tongue, her ragged breaths. Her breathing suddenly slows and my drugged mind can't process what's going on.

Woah.

What the fuck.

Regina George is kissing me.

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A/N: SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO UPDATE! i've been reallllly busy but i had to feed you guys so here it is! fun little parallel/crossover thing to What Can I Do?  even if it is a SUPER shitty chapter Im sorryabnjduhsnajdshn


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