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

Hangover: Halloween Plans

Wyatt drags himself out of bed, feeling every ounce of the previous night's indulgence weighing him down. Despite his pounding headache and queasy stomach, he knows he can't afford to miss school. With a heavy sigh, he throws on some clothes, hoping he can make it through the day without any major mishaps.

As he trudges through the school gates, he can't shake the feeling of eyes on him, whispers following him down the hallway like a bad omen. His head throbs with every step, and he can barely muster a smile in response to the greetings of his classmates.

The fluorescent lights of the school corridor seem to glare down at him, intensifying the pounding in his head. Wyatt braces himself for the long day ahead, knowing that he'll have to navigate through classes and social interactions with the grace of a tightrope walker, all while battling the relentless onslaught of his hangover.

As Wyatt makes his way down the crowded school hallway, his head throbbing with each step, he spots Janis and Damian hurrying towards him. Their concerned expressions immediately catch his attention.

"Hey, Wyatt, hold up!" Janis calls out, her voice laced with worry.

Wyatt slows his pace and turns to face them, offering a weak smile. "Hey, guys," he greets them, his voice strained from the remnants of his hangover.

Janis steps forward, her expression furrowed. "I was too harsh about the whole Regina thing. I shouldn't have let my anger get the best of me."

Wyatt feels a weight lift off his shoulders as he listens to her apology. "Thanks, Janis, but it's fine. I'm getting over her."

Janis gives an approving grin and nods.

Damian raises an eyebrow, his tone dripping with sass. "So, you still going to Chris' Halloween shindig? Even with Regina and her crew in attendance?"

Wyatt shrugs nonchalantly, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "Eh, I don't know. The thought of being surrounded by plastic doesn't exactly scream 'fun' to me."

As they chat, Cady approaches, her eyes wide with excitement. "Wyatt, you have to come! It's going to be a blast," she urges, her enthusiasm palpable.

Wyatt chuckles, shaking his head. "Fine, fine, I'll make an appearance," he relents, unable to resist Cady's infectious energy.

With the decision made, Wyatt prepares himself for a night of unexpected encounters and inevitable drama, knowing that it'll be anything but dull with Regina and her entourage in attendance.

Damian grins mischievously, his tone dripping with sass. "Well, Wyatt, you're certainly going to make a killer Rocky."

Janis quirks an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "Wait, are you going as Rocky from Rocky Horror Picture Show?" she asks, a hint of amusement in her voice.

"Yeah. Truly beautiful to behold. If I don't blind anyone with those gold boots." Wyatt laughs.

Damian chuckles, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Wyatt, you're gonna be a total heartthrob as Rocky. Like, people might mistake you for a renaissance sculpture."

Wyatt grins, appreciating the compliment. "Thanks, Damian. Guess I'll have to brush up on my stone-cold stare."

Damian laughs, nodding in agreement. "Oh yeah, you'll have everyone swooning in no time."

"I'm gonna be an ex-wife." Cady chirps in.

Wyatt just simply nodded in confusion.

"It's tomorrow night, gotta mentally prepare." Wyatt hadn't see Regina since the argument, ignoring the many texts he got.