The Plastics. Her very own posse who would follow her to the ends of the earth and do whatever she told them to, when she told them to do it. It was the kind of luxury that only Regina George was entitled to.

Gretchen, who literally could not go one day thinking that she was mad at her. She could find out anything about anyone. A useful friend to have. She could do whatever she wanted and Gretchen would tuck her tail between her legs.

Karen was, well... Karen. She was mostly just a pretty face to stand to her right and make her look her prettiest at the center of it all. She didn't have the brains to betray her, anyway.

But there was a not-so-new member, too.

Gorgeous, obviously. Regina wouldn't be caught dead with anyone who was ugly. And your family was pretty influential. But that wasn't necessarily the reason that Regina liked you. No, it was something much more... carnal.

You were a goddamn freak. You didn't look it, obviously. You looked like a innocent daddy's girl who attended church every Sunday, with the white bow in your hair and the wide doe eyes. But the things you said in private? Borderline insane. Regina could do anything- and she truly meant anything - to you, and you'd enjoy it. And Regina didn't necessarily like to admit it, but the vice versa was true.

It was from this, she imagined, that you became much closer with her than Gretchen or Karen could ever dream of. A matching of energy.

Regina was currently sitting on her bed against the headboard, chewing gum. "Ugh, it lost it's flavor already." She scoffed. Regina was in a bad mood. You were laying on the bed, looking up at her from upside down.