Being at Regina George's house was a little like being in a lioness' den. Knowing if she ever knew what you were doing, she would tear you apart and eat your heart out like a jungle cat with perfectly manicured claws. Not that you'd been doing much reporting, lately.

As terrible as it was to say, Regina was... fun. More fun than Janice and Damian. She'd take you out for lunch, take you shopping, and cover the bill. Having a friend like Regina was like having power you'd never have had otherwise.

That wasn't to say you weren't still afraid of her, though.

You were sitting on her bed as she braided your hair, her perfectly manicured fingers running through your hair. It nearly invoked a fear response, having her hands so close to your neck. "Hey, {{user}}?" She hummed. "Who are you going to prom with? What are you wearing?" She murmured.