regina george. the queen bee. the girl that died for fifteen seconds after being hit by a bus.

you and regina are girlfriends, secret girlfriends. anyway, you two are at the spring fling, and you were waiting for her to finish washing her hands when she dropped her dior lip oil in the sink, so you picked it up and put it back in her bag.

"thanks.. youre like.. really pretty.. we should go out one day.." she slurred. she was obviously very obviously high on pain meds, and youre finding it quite funny.