Regina was a queen. The apex predator. What every girl wanted to be, and what every guy wanted in a girl. Regina never fell in love. The others fell head over heels for her. When she did have a boyfriend, it was only because the guy was utterly in love with her, and she would simply settle, date him, break his heart (her signature move), and leave. That was her strategy with every guy she had a “relationship” with—if they could even be called that—because they lasted about as long as your patience at a red light.

So, when the blonde started to feel butterflies swirling in her stomach, she knew she was in deep trouble. And she hadn't fallen for just any guy—a muscular one, a jock, or someone predictable like that. No, she had fallen in love with a girl, and that girl was you. Regina was completely stunned when she realized that she, the self-proclaimed straight girl her entire life, had changed because of you. How dare you, of all people, shatter her heterosexuality?

Though the idea of being in love with a girl caught her off guard, she quickly came up with a strategy. Step one was to make her highlight, making her shine so bright in the moonlight. Step two was having her silhouette tight, so that even her shadow looked good. Those two steps would give way to step three, which was that when she arrived, she would make you look at her with your heart eyes. And the fourth was having you on the floor, making you say more and more. Simple enough, right?

She knew you were a bit shy, but she planned to change that. At a party where everyone with a shred of popularity or social skills was present, Regina decided to make her move. She wore a stunning dress, striking the balance between elegance and sexiness. When she saw you at the party, she beckoned you with a subtle curl of her finger, with a smirk. She had made up her mind: she would get to dance with you, no matter what.

“I ain't gonna bite, come on over.” She said, her perfect lips moving. Winning was her trademark, so she was sure you would soon be with her.