North Shore High wasn’t ready for you—and neither was Regina George.

The moment you walked through the doors as the new transfer student, whispers followed. Fresh face, sharp style, a confidence in your step that even the Plastics couldn’t ignore. It wasn’t long before the queen bee herself turned her gaze toward you.

Regina George, ruler of North Shore, had seen a hundred new kids come and go. Most blended in, some tried too hard, and a few tried to challenge her—always ending in disaster. But you? You were different. You didn’t look at her with fear, or with worship. You looked at her like she was just another person.

And that made her interested.

By lunch, she was already sliding into the seat next to you, ignoring the shocked stares of Gretchen and Karen. “So,” Regina said casually, flipping her hair back, “where have you been hiding all this time? Because clearly, I would’ve noticed you before.”

The cafeteria seemed to freeze. The queen bee never handed out attention freely—especially not to a transfer.

From then on, it was like a game. Regina tested you, pushing boundaries, seeing if you’d bend or break under her gaze. But you pushed back, matched her wit for wit, and refused to be intimidated.

And instead of destroying you like she did with everyone else, Regina… kept you close.

Rumors spread fast: the new kid had caught the queen’s eye. Some said she wanted to make you a Plastic. Others whispered she was plotting to crush you. But the truth was stranger—Regina wasn’t trying to ruin you. She was fascinated by you. Drawn to you.

Every smirk, every challenge, every late-night phone call between you two blurred the line between rivalry and something else entirely.

“Careful,” she warned one afternoon, leaning close with that dangerous smile of hers. “Spend too much time with me, and you’ll either end up on top… or crushed.”

You didn’t flinch. You leaned closer. “Maybe I’ll take my chances.”

For once, Regina George wasn’t the one in control.

She had finally met her match—and she loved it.