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How Stupid.

A Regina George x Masc!Fem!Reader fic

Summary: Reader and Regina are oddly drawn to eachother on the night of the Spring Fling, leading to some events that might change their lives

Warnings: Vomiting/Nausea, Mild Language, Implied Emotional Distress, Complicated/Emotionally Charged Interactions, Questionable Power Dynamics, Toxic Behaviour, Unresolved Romantic Tension

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(Notes: kind of nervous, this is my first ever fic I’ve posted! if you read this, thank you so much! I hope you love this as much as I do.)

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The Spring Fling was the highlight of the year for most students at your school. Not because of the dance itself or the snack table, everyone obsessed over the crowning of Spring Fling king and queen. Months before, nominees are announced then a few weeks later voting opens and the school turns into a hostile environment.. Cool, right?

You had never really cared for the Spring Fling that much anyways, you found the lights were too bright and it smelt of body odor, cologne, and hairspray. But when your stupid garage band was asked by the music teacher, Ms. Daniels, to play at the dance, suddenly you had a reason to care—a tiny, annoying reason wrapped in the promise of a fifteen minute set and a free pizza from the teachers lounge.

So there you were, clammy hands gripping your drumsticks ever so tightly. Backstage with your band mates, in the middle of a conversation that you weren’t included in. As the drummer you were a little more secluded from the rest of the band, you played more to the back of the stage since you needed the room to fit all of the parts to it. After all, you chose the drums because you liked being alone. So you didn’t mind being secluded from the conversation.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the loud feedback of the microphone. Tap tap tap you heard, most likely from one of the teachers.

Ms. Daniel’s cleared her throat, pulling a small piece of paper out of her back pocket. “Tonight we have a treat for you, please welcome North Shores very own.. Pure Valley!” She exclaimed, overly excited for no reason. Only a few cheers came from the audience, you were sure it was sarcasm.

You then walked out with the rest of your band, sitting behind your drum kit. The lead singer, Claudia, began to ramble on about what you were performing and why. The band proceeded to play their rendition of “Come As You Are” by Nirvana and “Scar Tissue” by Red Hot Chili Peppers.

As you were playing your drums you caught eye of Regina in the crowd, donning her famous “I don’t care” look as her friends Gretchen and Karen stood beside her, their dresses lavender, while Regina’s was a shiny dress and greenish-blue. You didn’t understand why they let her rip them apart, after all you didn’t understand many things about Regina George. Like why everyone was scared of her, or why she never let anyone else sit at her lunch table, or why she was just so rude all of the time.

Distraction caught up and you hit the snare drum on accident. You internally face palmed yourself for letting someone you hated so much distract you and take up space in your head! She must’ve noticed because she seemed to have chuckled to herself while looking at you. Shit, of course she’s getting a kick out of this. She’s always loved to aggravate people.

After what seemed like an eternity, your set finally wrapped up. You walked off the stage dripping sweat from the intense, bright, headache inducing stage lights. Thankfully there were face cloths backstage. In all honesty you played great, but you couldn’t stop thinking about how stupid you were to let Regina distract you.

Anger boiled within you, so you chose to excuse yourself to the teachers lounge for something to eat.

You entered the empty school hallway, your echoing footsteps only further triggering your headache. All you could focus on was your inner turmoil and how hungry you were. When you turned the corner you were met with an open door to the teachers lounge.

You spotted some food on a table. A Pizza Hut box with a huge grease stain on the top. You opened the box, taking a slice of the cheese pizza inside. It was cold, and had a weird texture going down your throat. You helped yourself to a water bottle from the staff fridge to help wash it down. After you finished your pizza, you sat down in a fold up chair.

A little bit after you finished that piece of pizza, you felt something brewing in you stomach. Then, you felt nauseous. Jesus Christ.. it was getting bad now. Were you going to.. oh no!

You sprinted through the hallways while holding back your puke and trying to find the nearest bathroom. Once you found one, you pounced into the nearest stall and..

Once you finished throwing up, you felt more coming right as you heard the door open. Letting it come up uncontrollably, panting softly afterward. You then turned around to see Regina. Great timing.

“Holy shit, are you okay?” She asked. Although she seemed genuinely concerned for you, she looked amused at the situation. “Like oh my god dude.”

You sighed, rubbing your temples. “Yeah.. I just ate something bad.” A groan escaped your lips. Rustling came from Regina, then she handed you a Gravol. You swallowed the pill without water. “Thanks.” You sighed.

She leaned on the frame of the stall, her arms crossed. She looked insanely bored, just leave you thought, but she was here for a reason.

“I didn’t know you played the drums.” Her voice startled you, your head continuing to pound.

You sighed, putting your head in your hands. “Yeah, it’s just a side hobby type-thing.” Shrugging, you couldn’t care for a conversation, your main focus was getting home.

A moment of silence passed between you two, the only sound was the sound of your breathing.

Regina’s eyes scanned you slowly, like she was trying to figure something out. “You don’t really seem like the band type,” she said, her voice lighter this time, almost teasing.

You cracked a weak smile. “Thanks, I think.”

“No, I mean—” she paused, clearly trying to choose her words. “You’re just… quiet. I didn’t expect you to be up there, doing that.”

You shrugged, slumping back against the stall wall. “It’s easier when you’re behind something. Nobody really looks at the drummer anyway.”

She tilted her head. “I did.”

You looked up at her. She was still wearing that unreadable expression—half boredom, half something else. Curiosity, maybe.

“You don’t actually seem that sick,” she added, squinting a little. “Is this like, performance anxiety? Or do you just really hate school dances?”

You scoffed, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “Can it not be both?”

Regina smiled faintly, then pulled a mini bottle of hand sanitizer from her clutch and handed it to you. Of course she had hand sanitizer. “You’re kind of weird,” she said matter-of-factly.

She squeezed some into your hands, with you rubbing them together. You gave her a tired look. “And you’re kind of still here.”

She didn’t respond right away, just leaned further into the doorframe, playing with one of her rings. The mood had shifted—it wasn’t exactly friendly, but it wasn’t sharp either.

Then, finally, she asked, “Do you need a ride home?”

You shrugged, “Sure.. that’d be great.” Getting up and walking out with her to her car in the parking lot.

Once you were outside, you immediately spotted her Orange Jeep. She unlocked the doors, the car beeping twice, echoing through the foggy environment. You climbed into the passenger seat, leaning your head against the window, the coolness helping your head.

Regina hopped in a few seconds after you, turning the ignition on and the car coming alive. The soft hum of the engine was sleep-inducing, but it felt wrong to fall asleep in her car—so your forced your eyes open.

She looked over at you, chuckling to herself, you looked over at her. “What’s so funny?” You asked tiredly. “You look like shit, like actual dogshit that was stepped on and—“

“Okay, I get it.” You cut her off, as she pulled out of the parking lot. Regina had a problem with insults, she didn’t know when to stop.

She sighed, “Sorry.”

“What did you say?” You leaned closer to her, “Did I just hear Regina George say sorry? And it was a very sincere apology.”

Regina laughed, “Don’t get used to it, okay?”

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You were had already fell asleep when she pulled up to your house, and you didn’t know how long you had been stopped there until she woke you up.

She shook you gently, “(Y/N), (Y/N), wake up.”

Rubbing your eyes, you groaned and stretched. “We’re already here?”

“Yeah, get up dude.” She asked, sounding slightly annoyed with you already. Your presence might’ve been draining enough for her that she unbuckled your seatbelt for you.

Her car doors unlocked. You grabbed the door handle, but her hand placed on yours stopped you from opening the door. You looked up at Regina, her eyes boring into yours.

“Wait-“ She said, basically pleading.

She leaned in slightly to you.. what is happening? You thought, internally panicking.

Your faces got closer, and you couldn’t stop yourself wanting to feel what her lips felt like.

But why? You absolutely despised Regina! Why were you in her car? Why were you having a normal conversation? Why do you want to kiss her!

It was going to happen, but the sound of a car passing infront of you startled Regina and made her hesitate.

“I think you should go now.” Regina remarked, looking a bit disgusted. Maybe with herself? But how could you know, she never opens up.

You swallowed, nodding in agreement with her. “Yeah, I agree.” You conceded, stepping out of the car. Running up to your door with tears welling in your eyes. While you heard Regina’s car speeding off.

How stupid.

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Part 2?