Keep on Pretending, Pretty Girl. (Regina George x Trans Man Reader)

I cant believe you

As the group gathers at school, Janis's expression turns serious as she shares some unsettling news. "Guys, you won't believe what I just heard," she begins, her tone sharp with anger.

"What's it now, Janis?" Wyatt asks, his voice tinged with tiredness.

Janis takes a deep breath before continuing. "Regina publicly mocked someone for being gay and trans in front of the entire class," she reveals, her voice filled with indignation.

Wyatt's jaw clenches, his anger simmering as he listens intently, his eyebrows frowning.

Damian's eyes widen in shock. "Girl, oh hell no. I knew she hadn't changed," he declares, his voice dripping with sass.

"You believed she had?" Janis looked at him practically more shocked at this news.

Damian sighs. "I don't know. I guess I wanted to believe she had, for Wyatt's sake," he admits, his voice filled with regret.

Janis's expression darkens as she realizes Damian's intentions. "For Wyatt's sake?" she repeats, her voice laced with annoyance. "Why would you care so much about Wyatt's opinion of Regina?"

Damian's eyebrows shoot up in surprise as he processes Janis's words. "I just thought... I mean, they seem to be getting along well," he stammers, trying to justify his actions.

Janis's lips thin into a tight line as she glances over at Wyatt, who is engrossed in his own thoughts. Suddenly, it clicks for her. The way Wyatt looks at Regina, the subtle glances exchanged between them... It all makes sense now.

A surge of annoyance washes over Janis as she realizes that Wyatt is crushing on Regina. "Unbelievable," she mutters under her breath, feeling a twinge of frustration towards Wyatt.

As they discuss Regina's egregious behavior, he felt frustrated. As soon as their once secret love complications were brought up, Wyatt aggressively gets up glaring at Janis and Damian and then walking to find Regina.

As Wyatt navigates through the crowded cafeteria, his eyes scan the room until they settle on Regina's table, where she sits surrounded by the Plastics. With determination in his stride, he approaches them, his jaw set in a firm line.

"Regina," Wyatt's voice cuts through the chatter of the cafeteria, drawing the attention of everyone at the table.

Regina's gaze flicks up to meet his, her expression guarded. "What do you want, Wyatt?" she replies, her tone icy.

Wyatt's hands clench into fists at his sides as he confronts her. "We need to talk," he says, his voice tinged with anger.

Regina's eyes narrow slightly, but she nods, gesturing for him to take a seat. As Wyatt settles into the empty chair next to her, the tension in the air becomes palpable.

"I heard what you did," Wyatt begins, his voice low but firm. "Mocking someone for being gay and trans? That's not okay, Regina."

Regina's facade wavers for a moment, her features betraying a hint of discomfort. "It was just a joke," she says defensively, her voice faltering slightly.

Wyatt's expression darkens. "It wasn't just a joke. You hurt someone, Regina," he insists, his voice rising with frustration.

Regina's eyes flash with defiance as she meets his gaze. "Why do you even care, Wyatt?" she retorts, her tone challenging. "It's not like you're friends with it."

Wyatt's jaw clenches, his patience wearing thin. "It's not about that. Have you not got it into your thick brain I am still trans," he says firmly

The cafeteria falls silent as their argument escalates, the tension between them crackling in the air. Peers from other tables bring out there phones and begin recording it.

As the tension between Wyatt and Regina reaches its peak, Gretchen, unable to resist adding fuel to the fire, interjects with a sneer. "Oh, just get over yourself, Wyatt," she says, her voice dripping with disdain. "You're such a fairy."

Wyatt's eyes flash with anger at the derogatory term, but before he can respond, Gretchen continues, her tone growing more venomous. "And you," she directs at Regina, "you don't owe him anything. He's just a... a tranny trying to stir up trouble."

Wyatt's fists clench at his sides, his knuckles turning white with rage. The cafeteria falls silent, the weight of Gretchen's words hanging heavily in the air.

Regina's expression hardens as she shoots Gretchen a warning glance, but the damage has been done. Wyatt's jaw tightens as he glares at the Plastics.

Ignoring Gretchen's taunts, Wyatt turns to Regina one last time, his voice laced with determination. "I hope you know what you're doing, Regina," he says, his tone heavy with implication of leaving her.