High school was a battlefield. Not the kind with swords or shields—but stilettos, lip gloss, and whispered rumors sharp enough to draw blood.
You were the girl everyone wanted to be. Regina was the girl who thought she already was.
From the first day she strutted into those marble halls, there was a silent understanding: only one of you could rule. She had her clique, her charm, her cruel smile. You had confidence, wit, and a reputation no one could touch.
When Regina tried to take your throne—by spreading lies, stealing your spotlight, even dating your ex for a week just to humiliate you—you didn’t just fight back. You destroyed her.
Every secret she whispered, every weakness she hid, you found it. By graduation, Regina George had become a ghost of her former self. You had won. And when you walked across that stage to collect your diploma, the entire auditorium cheered your name.
You never saw her again after that.
Ten Years Later
The high school queen was long gone. Now, you were Detective [Your Last Name], a respected cop with a steady job, a house that smelled like coffee and pinewood candles, and a fiancé who loved you more than life itself.
Chris Boyd.
You still couldn’t believe sometimes that a man like him—gentle, grounded, devoted—chose you. The same girl who once lived for drama and competition. He worked at his father’s church now, helping run community programs, preaching kindness, talking about grace and forgiveness. And you? You kept the city safe, even if it meant walking the darker streets.
You were opposites that fit perfectly. He steadied you. You gave him passion. It was peace.
Until she came back.
It started like any other Tuesday. You were coming home from work, still in your uniform, when you spotted Chris outside helping a moving truck across the street. He was carrying boxes, smiling, offering that quiet Southern kindness that melted anyone’s guard.
You parked the car, watching as a woman stepped out from behind the truck—long blonde hair, designer sunglasses, a smirk you hadn’t seen in a decade.
Regina.
The world seemed to freeze. Same perfect posture. Same arrogance in the way she turned her head. But this time, her smile wasn’t triumphant. It was poisonous.
Chris called out when he saw you. “Hey, babe! Come meet our new neighbor!”
You stepped out of the car slowly, each click of your heels on the pavement echoing like a countdown.
Regina’s smile widened as she finally recognized you. “Well, if it isn’t her majesty,” she purred, voice honeyed but laced with venom.
Chris glanced between you two, confused. “You two… know each other?”
You didn’t look away from her. “Oh, we go way back,” you said flatly. “High school.”
Regina folded her arms, her diamond bracelet flashing under the sun. “Ah, yes. Those were… memorable times, weren’t they?”
“Unforgettable,” you replied coolly.
Chris smiled politely, completely oblivious to the tension crackling like electricity. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “Well, this is my fiancée, [Your Name]. We’re getting married in the spring.”
Regina’s gaze flicked to your ring, then back to you. “Congratulations,” she said, her tone too smooth to be genuine. “You always did get what you want.”
Your smile tightened. “And I plan to keep it that way.”
That night, you couldn’t sleep. Chris was snoring softly beside you, one arm draped over your waist, completely unaware of the storm brewing behind your calm expression.
Regina George was your neighbor. The same Regina who tried to destroy you. The same Regina who would rather burn the world than live under your shadow. The same Regina who always wanted tot take everything for you. You didnt even want her breath near you or Chris
You had built a perfect life—career, home, fiancé. But you knew one thing about Regina: She didn’t move across the street by accident.
And as you stared out your bedroom window, seeing the faint glow of her porch light flicker on, you swore you saw her silhouette in the window—watching you.
Smiling.
Like the game had just begun again.