There are worse things I could do (Regina George x Fem reader)

The time, the place, the motion

Hi :)
I'm writing this fic because my life is shitty rn and I need to feel something
I don't really know where I'm going with this but I hope you'll enjoy it :)

(Also, english isn't my first langage, and I have no idea how colleges work in the US ^^

We won't hear much about Regina in this first chapter, I promise she'll be more present in the next ones :)

yes, the reader is a theater kid with chronic pain

Also I love how writing this brought back the hyperfixation on Grease I had few years ago :)

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"Careful with that box honey, it's really heavy!"

I ignored her, trying to lift it anyway.

"Please, just wait 'til your dad's done parking the car."

"Don't worry, mom, I'm fine," I lied while struggling to get inside the building.

After several minutes of climbing to the second floor, and a lot of complaints from my mom, I finally put the last box in my new apartment. It's small, but it's cozy and I'm sure that once I'm done decorating it, it'll feel like home. And, most importantly, it's close to my campus, so I won't need to drive or take the bus to go to class.

"Everything alright?" my dad asked, looking around the apartment, followed by my mom, "You got everything you needed?"

"Yes," I smiled, "thanks."

My mom insisted on walking to the campus, partly because she wanted to make sure that it wasn't too far for me. I already told her a thousand times that I'll be fine, but she wouldn't stop worrying about my chronic pain acting out from moving around too much.

"The doctor said I was clear!" I said, "I can even go back to dance class."

"I know, I know," my mother said, "but you know me, I can't help it!"

Classes already started a week ago, so there were already a lot of students on campus. Seeing them made me a little nervous. Missing the beginning of the year, while being a transfer student in her sophomore year, means that I don't know anyone here.

"We should take a picture here!" My dad said when we got to the main entrance.

"Do we really have to?", I complain.

"Of course we do!" he said, "it's for your grandparents!"

"But it's embarrassing," I blush while seeing all the students around us.

"C'mon y/n," my mom said while pulling out her phone from her purse.

After several selfies and a bunch of pictures of me smiling awkwardly in front of the school, we got lunch before heading back to my parents' car to say goodbye.

"Bye honey," my dad said while hugging me, "have fun, but don't party too hard."

"Call us if you need anything," my mom added.

Once they left, I headed back to my place.

As I was searching for my key, I felt someone walking behind me. I slightly turn around to catch a glimpse of my potential neighbor. It's a tall, blonde woman, probably my age. She's typing on her phone and she quickly got into her apartment, which is only a few feets away from mine, so she didn't see me.

The morning after, I woke up and immediately felt a sharp pain in my leg. My mom was right, I shouldn't have lifted all of those boxes. I checked my phone and realized that it was way too early to get out of bed. I tried to go back to sleep, but my leg hurted too much and I started feeling anxious about college. After a while I gave up on sleeping, got up, took a painkiller and started getting ready.