𝒮𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓎, 𝑅𝑒𝑔𝒾𝓃𝒶 𝒢𝑒𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑒

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Reginas POV

!homophobic slurs are used!

At school I see Y/n sit down with Janis and Damien. Seriously though what do they have that I don't? I don't understand, I'm hot, popular, rich, and basically everything anyone could want? Is she actually choosing Janis and Damien over me? Regina George, people fear me! They love me! Most just stand and stare at me! So why wasn't she? And unlike some people my boobs are real!

Fine, you wanna play, Y/n? We can play. I'll take matters into my own hands. I'll get her to hang out with me, or at least talk to me. I'm not gay or anything, I just need to prove that I'm better than Janis and Damien. Being better then a Dyke and a Fag shouldn't be hard.

I just wanna maintain my high status, that's all, nothing more...

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My next class is with Y/n, perfect! I immediately spot Y/n when I walk in, she's sitting alone in the back. I make my way over her to with a small grin on my face. "Regina." She states, not looking up from her notebook. "How'd you know it was me?" I ask, "You didn't even look up."

"Let's just say...I'm great at heads up seven up." She says, laughing a bit. It took me a minute to figure but then I finally got it. She looked at my shoes. "Do you need something?" She questioned with a slight tone of annoyance in her voice, looking up at me. "Aaron's having a Halloween party, be there, starts at 9"

"A.M or P.M?" She asks, I roll my eyes at her as a soft laugh escapes her lips. "You know damn well it's PM."

"Ooooh sorry, I've got plans with Janis and Damien." She apologizes sarcastically. A flash of anger rushes to me. "What the fuck are you guys doing that's better than hanging out with the hottest people in school?!" I ask angrily. "Are you calling me one of the hottest people in school?" She questions, a smirk plastered across her face.

Maybe

"What, no?!" I stutter out, she laughs, ok class needs to start now. Bell do your thing and save me from this never ending embarrassment. "So if you don't think I'm one of the hottest people in school...why are you inviting me?"

"You know what never mind!" I state angrily.

Y/n rolls her eyes and laughs. "You think some dumb high school party is the met gala Regina!" She starts, "and plus we're gonna watch horror movies and scare away trick or treaters."

A disgusted look plasters across my face. "Why would anyone do that, voluntarily?" She shrugs and starts to write something down in her notebook, then tearing out the paper, handing it to me.

"I'll stop by, text me the address."

I look down at the paper to see her number messily drawn. The bell rings and I return back to my seat reading it over and over again.

123-456-7890 text me x

Authors Note!

Please do not call or text that number y/n will not pick up 😭😭

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Xoxo,
Kayla