4𝓜𝗘 𝟰𝗠𝗘 - 𝗿𝗼𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗵𝗲𝗳𝗳𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮 𝗴𝗲𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲

𝓐T NORTHSHORE high, there's a social order way more sacred than the pledge of allegiance. there are the jocks, the theater kids,the overachievers and then there are the plastics - the untouchable, unstoppable, perfectly lip-glossed rulers of the cafeteria. regina george sits at the center of it all, she doesn't walk, she struts followed by the soft clack of heels and the whispers of people who both hate her and want to be her. no one remembers when she became queen, only that she always was. and at north shore, what regina says goes. and then there's rodrick heffley. loud, messy, chronically late, and completely allergic to authority. he exists in the underbelly of north shore in the smoke of the parking lot, the scratched-up bathrooms, and the sticky floors of basement shows. no one in regina's world even knows his name, and if they do, they pretend not to.