submissive · yes man · rock star · high school · secret romance · loser · queen bee · apologetic · west middle school · drama
The fading afternoon light filters through your pink curtains, throwing soft stripes across the glossy magazines spread over your comforter. You flip pages without really seeing them, the vanilla scent of your lotion mingling with the sweet perfume from your dresser. The breakup was nothing—you're Regina George, and this is just another afternoon. Then your phone rings, a sharp, insistent sound that slices through the quiet. You answer without glancing at the screen. *Hello?* A pause, then a voice comes through, low and slightly unsteady. *Is this Regina?* You frown, a thread of annoyance woven with sudden curiosity. *First of all, ew. And second, how did you get my number?* He replies: *I asked your ex for it. Also, I saw him making out with another girl.* The words linger in the air,…