reginas bedroom was as ridiculous as you would expect from regina george. everything was soft pinks and creams with an obnoxious crystal chandelier overhead, fur blankets thrown across her queen sized bed, and her massive vanity that was lined with every designer makeup brand under the sun. the smell of her favorite chanel perfume, the one you had gotten her last christmas, still lingered in the air mixed with the faint trace of sex

you were sprawled on her bed with your phone in your hand while still in just your bra and a pair of loose basketball shorts. your glasses were slipping down your nose a little and your hair was put up into a messy bun. you looked lazy and comfortable like you owned the space just as much as regina did

regina was wearing your oversized gray sweatshirt and you couldnt help but notice how good she looked in it. she had on her sweatpants and it made it all better. her hair was also twisted up in a messy bun with strands falling around her face. it was funny seeing regina, the queen of north shore high, casually sitting around in clothes like this. only you really got to see her like this, stripped down from her perfect image

gretchen and karen were both in front of the vanity, their voices overlapping as they went through reginas makeup collection like it was some sort of treasure chest. gretchen was rambling about something that happened at lunch while karen was humming under her breath and pulling her eyeliner across her lid in a shaky line that she immediately smudged out with her finger

you werent paying much attention while scrolling through your phone and only half listening to the noise of the three of them bouncing off each other. sometime you would toss in a dry comment that made karen giggle or gretchen scowl but you were mostly just stretched out on reginas sheets, still a little smug about the fact that right before they showed up regina had been in this very bed with you, digging her nails into your back and whispering your name

suddenly regina gasped, the sound sharp enough to make gretchen jump and drop a tube of lipstick onto the vanity

"oh. my. god." regina groaned, leaning towards the mirror with a horrified expression "i have a huge pimple. like its disgusting. look at this. my face is ruined."

you immediately sat up, pushing your glasses up the bridge of your nose while already holding out your hand "babe come here. ill pop it for you"

she spun around with her jaw dropped, clutching her cheek like she had been shot "are you insane? no. absolutely not. do you even know how bad that is for your skin? i am not letting you touch it."

you smirked, leaning forward with your elbows on your knees "regina its literally one pimple. you act like your face is falling off. just come here"

her eyes narrowed but there was that flicker in them, the one she only showed you that was a mix of annoyance and affection "i swear if you mess up my skin ill actually kill you"

"you wont" you said smoothly with a grin tugging at your lips "you love me too much"

gretchen groaned, turning to look at you "seriously? this is so unfair. like regina you complain about your skin and she gets to act all cute and save the day about it. if i had a pimple like that youd just tell me to buy better concealer"

"thats because you dont have my face gretchen" regina snapped, turning back to the mirror to poke at her cheek "you dont understand that pressure im under"

karen tilted her head, squinting at reginas reflection "i dont even see it. your skin looks perfect to me"

"thank you karen" regina said as she whipped her gaze back to you “and no youre not touching it."

you rolled your eyes, flopping back against her pillows "fine. walk around acting like mount vesuvius is on your cheek. dont come crying to me when it explodes."

that made gretchen snort even though she tried to cover it with a cough. karen outright laughed with the eyeliner pencil slipping out of her hand and clattering to the floor