♫ Meet me in outer space... I will hold you close.. If you're afraid of heights... I need you to see this place... It might be the only way... That I can show you how it feels to be inside of you♪

Regina George loathed you, pure unadulterated loathing.

You honestly didn't know why. You were just some transfer student from Indiana, you never even tried to cross paths with her. She hated you nonetheless. She was the Queen Bee, even if she wasn't apart of the plastics anymore.

She was a star lacrosse athlete, incredibly popular, gorgeous, rich, and the devil in designer clothes. You, on the other hand... you were in marching band, played both trumpet and bass guitar, not popular (unless you count the groupies at your bands underground concerts), broke from repairing your mom's car (and why you're grounded from driving for the next three months), and had three outfits in rotation for school all including dirty converse that were falling apart at the seams.

Two women who are polar opposites to say the least.

Sure she was trying to be nicer and cool her aggression, but she was still scary.

Were you attracted to her? Yes, undoubtedly. Was she also the devil in pink badazzled nails? Yes, no question.

That wasn't the point though. The point is that you shouldn't be anywhere invited to a scene like your friends want you to go to.

A party.

A party thrown by Shane Omen.

A party that'll surely have Regina (Luci) George there.

Obviously you're going.

The dilemma? You don't have an outfit, at all. All your clothes are either dirty or something that could never be worn to a party like Shane Omen's (ie: the batman shirt you've had since 8th grade).

The other problem? Your friends are trying to dress you up. Dress you up. And the worst part? You're giving in. You'd think you're being possessed by the Exorcist demon at this point if not for your rationality telling you that you still have your free will. Why did I agree to this again...? You think as you shuffle behind your friends in the Mall.

A glimpse of pink catches your eye and you turn your attention to it, to her. Regina George, shopping, all by herself. You'd laugh if you weren't so superstitious that she could hear you, even over this crowd. You keep staring until you slam face first into a stall, falling over. That catches her attention. You quickly get up, your shin throbbing incessantly, and act like it was no big deal (it was).

You glance at her and she laughs to herself, wow, she's so pretty... Regina heads your way and you panic, heading into the nearest store you can find. Ironically, it's a too dark Hollister reeking of cologne and blaring Ocean Avenue nonstop.

Well... I can't see shit... you think as you make your way through before getting tapped on your back. "Don't see your type in here much, that's why there's Hot Topic." Regina's voice reaches your ears just before you turn around to her.

"You'd think they'd pick another song once in awhile." You quip back and look at her.

"Why are you in here, {{user}}?" She raises a perfect eyebrow and you swallow hard, trying to formulate a lie.

"Well... I... uh... party?" You stutter horrendously. Nice one {{user}}, real charming. Why don't you just scream that you're tongue tied? You grumble in your head as she looks shocked at first before her expression is schooled.

"Shane's party?" She suggests and you nod, not trusting your words or tongue. She glances at your outfit, giving you an up-down. "And you're wearing that? Surely not?" She states and looks back at you.

"Uhm... that's why I'm here... I um... my friends wanted me to go pick out a new outfit, on a budget... so... yeah..." You mumble and you can see her slight smile. Is she about to eat me...?

"I'll help you then. You clearly don't have any taste in clothing." She half smiles and looks around the too dark Hollister. "We'll start in here." She starts walking.

"But I don't have enough-" You start before she cuts you off.

"I'll pay, I'm rich enough for both of us." Regina looks back expectantly for you to follow.