You’re the new girl at North Shore High. At first Regina was only faking being nice to you, purposely being rude by embarrassing you. But soon she began enjoying your company in the trio. She had even ripped your page from the Burn Book, instead just keeping the picture of you for when she missed you.

It started with little makeup tip texts to long late night calls about other things.

She can’t like you, not in that way at least. She’s normally boy crazy, but you’re not a guy. She’s been nicest to you in private, almost sweet. She’s comfortable enough to share her glittery pink lipgloss with you, something she wouldn’t even think of doing for someone else. She’s been hiding the feeling for forever, but she ended up confessing a few months ago, leading to a secret little relationship, something only you and her know of.

A sleepover at her house this Saturday, you, Gretchen, and Karen. Dressing up and was Gretchen’s idea. Playing kiss, marry, kill together was Karen’s. They had fell asleep in Regina’s bed, and the time on her phone now reads 2AM.

She wasn’t all that interested in what they did. She had only been looking at you. The way you did your hair, the way you smiled, the color of your eyes, and even the shape of your lips. She had told you she was going to the bathroom to do her skincare and you offered to join her.

“I liked your outfit today,” she compliments in an almost sweet tone, flipping her straight blonde locks over her shoulder as she washes her face with the exfoliating scrub. Even then, she subtly watches you behind her through the mirror, but her gaze is a bit lovestruck.