ℬ𝖾𝗍𝗌, ℬ𝖾𝖽𝗌 & 𝔗𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗌 ۶ৎ

𝒙𝒙𝒗.

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ xxᴠ
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𝗜𝗧'𝗦 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗗𝗔 𝗖𝗥𝗔𝗭𝗬, if you think about all the shit I've been up to lately. Things I swear I'd have never even considered, or stuff other girls wouldn't even dare. Normally, this kind of stunt? Strictly a "guy thing." But then again, when has my life ever played by the rules? Spoiler: never.

I am not even kidding because if you'd told me months ago I'd be climbing trees to break into some guy's room, I'd have laughed, then slapped you right into the ICU. Yet here I am, proving just how low I can go.

I shove my thoughts aside and focus on the task at hand. Climbing a damn tree. My foot slips, and for a split second, I'm sure I'm done for. But I catch the balcony rail just in time, muttering a quiet thanks to whatever gods are still out there tolerating my nonsense.

My arms ache, my grip falters, and I curse myself for skipping gym day like, forever. My muscles are worthless. I am worthless. Clinging to the edge, I find my balance and haul myself up. If anyone's watching from below, they're probably having the time of their life.

Since I'm giving them a show.

Why the hell am I climbing Reign's window, you ask? Because I'm high as fuck right now-on weed, frustration, anxiety, and pure dumbassery. Dumbassery. What a word!

Here's the rundown though: earlier today, when I had the full-blown meltdown, I passed out (obviously) and my ass got hauled off to the nurse's office.

She tried her best playing therapist, offering me with life advice, if we are being real. Her face screamed, "Are you serious right now?" the entire time I unloaded my drama. Not that I blame her. No one really gets it. And I don't expect them to.

And just after that, instead of doing the sane thing and seeking professional help like a normal human, I decided to spiral further and "atone" for my so-called failure. Self-destruction is my specialty, after all.

And then, mid-spiral, I had an epiphany. A stupid one, but an epiphany nonetheless. I remembered Reign. Specifically, how absolutely infuriating and how perfect he was. That thought sparked a very simple plan: I needed to scream at him...

Anyway back to the point, I didn't want to meet Reign's parents. They're cool, sure, but I've been showing up at their house uninvited way too often. At this point, they probably think I'm a stray cat they accidentally adopted.
Therefore, I had two options. Plan A: walking through the front door. Enter Plan B: scaling his window like a maniac.

And, to avoid their judgmental stares and unnecessary drama, I opted for Plan B.

Yeah, not my finest moment. But here we are. Yes, thank you. I know. Bravo Reina. The applause is cute, but seriously, stop. You're making me blush.

I glance at the window. Must be nice having a window to climb into.

I've always fantasized about some guy sneaking up to my window, like one of those secret flings straight out of a movie, you know? But too damn bad for me, that's never going to happen. My window's got this damn net my dad slapped on, meant to keep out any trespasser. Not that anyone needs to sneak through my window when the door's basically an open invitation. And with my parents barely existing, I'm sure even a marching band could waltz in undetected.

I mean I should be the one getting trespassed by my fantasy lover boy, not be the one tresspassing. What am I? Fucking Romeo?

Bet I'd make a damn good one, though. Reina the Romeo. Reign, my Juliet. Reign, the stoic Juliet. Can you imagine the drama? That would be one hell of a show. Screw it, that's actually pretty badass.