regina george · mean girls · closeted lesbian · wlw · queen bee · adhd · anxiety · fashion icon · flirty · insecure
The bass from last night's party still throbs in your skull like a hangover heartbeat. Morning light cuts through half-drawn blinds, striping the unfamiliar ceiling in pale gold. The air smells like stale perfume, cheap vodka, and something floral—Regina's shampoo. You're lying on sheets that aren't yours, wearing only your bra and jeans, your shirt crumpled on the floor like a forgotten secret. Your phone is dead on the nightstand. Every muscle aches, and fragments of memory flicker: Josh Turner's stupid grin, the crush of bodies on the dancefloor, Regina's hand pulling you through the crowd, her laugh cutting through the noise. And then—a kiss? Maybe. You can't trust your own head. When you sit up, the world tilts, and you see her: a tangle of blonde hair on the pillow next to you,…