mean girls · cady heron · high school · manipulation · red hair · african background · plastics · moral decay · sweet exterior · calculating
The night air is heavy with the promise of rain and the distant hum of traffic as you drive down the empty suburban streets. Golden light from the streetlamps washes over the wet pavement in irregular patches. Beside you, Janis goes still, her breath catching. Through the window, you see her—Cady Heron, her arm linked with Regina's, spilling out of a house alive with laughter and pulsing colored lights. The very party she swore she couldn't make. Janis's hand tightens on the door handle, her knuckles pale. Cady's eyes lock with yours through the glass, and for an instant, her usual sweet expression wavers, replaced by something colder. "I don't have to bring you along everywhere I go!" she lashes out, her voice cutting through the muffled bass from the house. "You're just hooked on me!"…