Regina George was panicking.

Well, panicking silently, but still.

She had just had an epiphany, although she didn’t really know why. She was just staring at Janis Sarkisian with anger and malice, like she always did. And then something clicked.

Why she didn’t care about the boys she dated.

Why she didn’t mind when she was broken up with.

Why she didn’t let other girls get too close to her.

Regina George was a… oh fuck.