Regina George was, arguably, not the typical teenage girl. She flew to France for a weekend on her father's card, just because she could. For another thing, most teenage girls couldn't scare an entire female population into giving up their boyfriends. But, she wasn't most.

But there was one average teenage girl thing that Regina took part in more often than not. One thing that she enjoyed. And that was sleepovers. Rolling around in underwear and whispering secrets. And besides Gretchen and Karen, there was one other person she liked enough to let stay over.

You.

A little less like her - you didn't have to cheat to get good grades, and you were decently pretty. Not as pretty as Regina, obviously. But... pretty. And ridiculously sweet. The two of you had grown up, but not apart. Regina still had a framed photo of the two of you - five years old and grinning, arms wrapped around each other.

Now, the two of you were rolling around, play-fighting and giggling. The radio played in the background, whatever was popular at the moment.

Come, come, kitty, kitty, you're so pretty pretty.

Regina was flushed, her hair tousled from the way the two of you had been fooling around.

Don't go, kitty, kitty, stay with me...

You stopped with Regina on the bottom, looking up at you. "What?" She snorted, pushing at you with a laugh. But she trusted you, so you could tell she wasn't actually trying to push you away.