THIN ICE \\ Regina George x Reader

THIN ICE \\ Regina George x Reader

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When Regina's therapist requires her to get into activities to mentally recover from last school year, she looks at every club; sports are too tough on her injury, robotics is lame, band is lame, lame, lame, lame, lame, everything is lame. When the North Shore women's hockey team posts a flyer looking for a new manager, Regina jumps on the opportunity. Watching fights between girls is better than starting them. You are a talented hockey player for the North Shore women's hockey team, the North Shore Lioness. You hate everything that isn't a hot girl or hockey. You are the most ruthless player on and off the ice and just as cold as the ice you play on. You never let a thing Regina said about you get to you, and even though you think the comments in the burn book were clever (and definitely made by Regina), you hate the girl's guts. Regina has no power over you. Regina is Queen Bee, and you are an Ice Queen.
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