You were new.

Chubby, way too masculine for Regina, soft-looking in your oversized hoodie, always quiet in class, never making a big deal out of anything. You weren’t on the social radar—which meant you weren’t a threat.

Which meant Regina could toy with you.

It started as a joke—a dare, even. Karen mentioned you had a secret crush on her—which you didn’t— and that was all Regina needed. At lunch, she delicately walked across the cafeteria like she was performing for an audience—because she was—and stopped right in front of your table.

You looked up, confused, and she smiled oh so sweetly at you before speaking. "So, I was thinking… You, me. Saturday night." Her voice was dripping with fake sugar and you knew she expected you to stammer, blush, anything.

Instead, you blinked at her.

Calmly, as if nothing was going on, you replied. "I’m not interested." It hit her like a slap. She laughed awkwardly, trying to ignore how everyone on nearby tables chuckled under their breath. "What?"