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

Trashy and no good

Now I know why Regina George seemed familiar to me.

As I was walking home after class, I kept thinking about how I met her at the hospital. I was under a lot of pain medication, so my memories from that time aren't very clear, but the more I thought about it the more I remember : It was during my junior year in high school, I was visiting my grandma who lived in Evanston and I borrowed my parent's car to do some shopping, but I got hit by a drunk driver and I ended up in the hospital. I had to spend a few weeks there and I remember meeting Regina, who got hit by a bus. For the first week or so, I couldn't see her because she couldn't move, but after a while we got to spend some time together and bond over our traumas. I hated that hospital, I was in so much pain and I had panic attacks every time something or someone reminded me of my accident, but being with her made all of it less unbearable. My injuries weren't as bad as hers, so I got to go home before her, and I never saw her again... Until now.

A few days have passed. I got used to my new life, I really enjoyed going to class and spending most of my time with my friends. I kept thinking about Regina, and wondering if she remembers me or not. One morning I saw her in the hallway, I tried to smile at her but she just gave me a dirty look and walked away.

Rude, I thought.

I tried not to think too much of it. Maybe it wasn't her, maybe she just looks like the girl from the hospital and happens to have the same name...

Despite what Laura said, I signed up for the audition and I want to do my best to get my dream role. My only problem is, I always get anxious when I practice at home because I don't want to bother my neighbors. Lucky for me, I got one afternoon off so I assumed that everyone in the building was either at work or at school.

After a couple of hours, I decided to take a break and to go out to get myself a sweet treat. When I got back to my apartment I saw Regina in the hallway. I didn't pay attention to her, but when she spotted me she walked toward me.

"Hey," she called.

I froze. What does she want?

"Hi," I answered.

"Are you the one who won't stop singing?" she asked.

Oh no, I see where this is going. "Yeah, why?" I answered.

"Well it's annoying." she said sharply.

I stared at her, not knowing what to say. She looks so intimidating up close.

"I can't even study in peace," she continued.

"Well I'm sorry," I answered sharply, "but I have an audition coming up."

She raises her eyebrows and looks at me up and down. "Oh," she said, "so you are one of those theater nerds."

I scoffed, "Yes, guess I am."

She grunted, "Well I hope you won't do this everyday."

"No," I fake smiled, "I won't."

I went back to my apartment and closed my door.

The morning after I went back to literature. This class is the only one where I don't have any friends, but I don't really mind. I found an empty seat in the back of the class and started scrolling on my phone, waiting for the professor to arrive.

"Alright class," the professor said, "for your next assignment, I'm going to need you to pair up."

Oh no, I thought as I watched everyone around me whisper to their friends.

I never really liked group assignments, even more when I'm not close enough to anyone to pair up with them. I waited til the end of the class to go to my professor's desk, hoping that he would let me do this work on my own.

"Unfortunately I can't," he answered.

I sighed.

"But you can work with Regina, I think that she's also alone," he said.

I turned around. I didn't notice the blonde woman standing behind me. I can't really read the look on her face, she doesn't look very happy but she doesn't look pissed either.

"Regina," the professor said, "you'll pair up with y/n, if that's okay with you."

"Okay," the blonde answered before walking out of the classroom.

When I got out of the class, I saw her waiting for me by the door.

"So uhm," she said, "are you free tomorrow afternoon? We can meet at the library."

I nodded. She looked way less angry than the last time I talked to her, she was really calm and didn't show much emotion.

"Nevermind, I forgot but I have plans," she added, "you know what? Give me your phone."

"Uh okay," I said, feeling confused, "there."

She typed on it and gave it back to me.

"Now you have my number," she said, "so we can find a day to meet up and work on whatever this assignment is."

"Alright," I replied.

I spotted Frankie and Lily waiting for me down the hallway.

"I'll text you," I told Regina before joining my friend.

When I walked up to them, they both looked worried.

"Why were you talking to Regina George?" Lily asked.

"Do you know her?" I asked back.

"Sadly we do..." Frankie sighed.

I frowned, waiting for an explanation.

"We went to highschool with her," Lily explained, "and she was kind of a bully."

"Yeah she was mean," Frankie added.

"Her and her clique were like the most popular girls in school," Lily continued, "and they weren't nice to the "outcasts" kids... Like the theater kids if you see what I mean."

I nodded, trying to make sense of what they were saying.

"Remember that day when she got it by a bus?" Lily asked Frankie.

"Oh yeah, that was terrible," they answered, "even if I didn't like her, she didn't deserve it..."

So it was her, I thought, even though I was already pretty sure about it.

"After that she became a bit nicer," Lily said, "but she got mean again during senior year, when she made up with her friends."

"What about now?" I asked.

"Well since college started I never really paid attention to her," Lily answered, "she's fine I guess, she grew up, all of us did, but now that she is separated from her two best friends I feel like she's often alone, like i don't know if she made other friends..."

"Anyway," Frankie added, "if you wanna befriend her it's fine I guess, but be careful."

I felt confused. The Regina George my friends are describing was mean, and now she is alone and has no friends. But the Regina George I met at the hospital was so different from how they described her : I remember her being nice, sweet and very friendly. So who is she really?