Mean Girl's One Shot's for us Helpless Fanpeople

Little Miss Perfect

Rejanis

This is a one shot based loosely on the song "Little Miss Perfect" by Joriah Kwame. This is also my first Rejanis fic, so be warned.

I wrote this awhile ago for a friend, and just never uploaded it because it was on my Ao3. 

It was an early Wednesday morning, barely six o'clock. The sun was just starting to peak over the horizon and shine through the curtains into Regina George's bedroom. She sighed, blinking the sleep out of her eyes. She threw back her bed sheets and sat up, shivering. Glancing out the window she realized the ground outside had been dusted in snow. She stretched and yawned, then made her way towards the bathroom to get ready.

A half an hour later, Regina stood before herself in the mirror. She watched her reflection as she slowly released a curl from the iron in her hand. She smiled, setting the hot mettle down and unplugging it from the wall. She ran her fingers through the curls to loosen them slightly. Glancing at herself once more in the mirror, she turned and left the bathroom, flicking off the light switch as she went.

Walking over to her desk in the corner of the room, she placed her finished homework inside her backpack and zipped it tight. She glanced at the clock before hurrying down stairs to grab a piece of toast and rush to pick up Gretchen and Karen. She pulled on a pair of shoes and her coat, then kissed her mom goodbye before dashing out of the house and into her car.

The ride to school was short and uneventful. Her eyes stayed focused entirely on the slightly icy road, vaguely aware of her friends conversing around her. Gretchen sat in the passenger's seat, rambling on about something Regina did her best to pay attention to, and Karen sat in the back, jumping in to add bits to the conversation when needed. It was a routine they had fallen into almost immediately after they had returned to school. The summer had been long, and it had left her with an incredible amount of back pain. Her one goal had been to try and rebuild the relationships she had spent so long ruining. It had taken time, but eventually she had started to earn back lost trust.

As she pulled into the parking lot, the same space as she had for years, she reveled in the monotony of it all. There was just something so calming about knowing exactly where and how she fit in. She thought back on years of being terrified of losing her standing; All the years of doing everything and anything to retain her grasp on the school. The simplicity of the here and now made her happier than any of that popularity ever had.

As she and her friends made their ways through the hallways, Regina did her best to appeal to the eyes around her. Each pair was a vulture ready to tear her to messy shreds. Never before had she put so much thought into her outward image. She simply was what she was and the student body had to take it. Now, she had to mold herself to fit the demanding standards of those around her. One slip and she would fall back into drowning pools of drama. Desperate to keep that far at bay, she held her eyes up and her shoulders straight. All she had to do was make it through each day without hurting those around her, and all would be well.

It did not take Regina long to get to her homeroom class. She stopped briefly at her locker to grab her books and waved at a few friends in the hallway, but other than that the walk was uneventful. She chose the seat closest to the door and as soon as the bell rang, she was off to her first class of the day.

Regina had long since memorized her schedule; She found it was much easier to appear well put together when you at least knew where you were going. Making her way through the crowded halls once more, Regina turned in the direction of the Language Arts hallways. The class was her favorite part of the day. Not because she particularly enjoyed the class itself, but because it was one of the few classes she had with Janis. The two had spent a long time over the past few months doing their best to reconstruct the old friendship. It had been hard at first. Neither had been fully willing to cooperate. But now the two were able to have civil conversations without tearing out the other's throat.