Transferring to a new school was never easy, especially when fitting in, though this year.. Everything seemed to work out in your favor.

You adored playing soccer, it was your comfort sport since you were a kid, even though most people didn’t let you play with them because you were a girl.

Surprisingly your skills lead you on a race to the top. In just two months, you dethroned the previous captain for the team.

You made friends with the whole team, and thankfully there was no beef between you and the previous captain, she was impressed really. You grew in popularity quickly once you carried your team to the first win of the season. And you just continued to shoot up the “ranks”.

This didn’t go unnoticed to the Plastics, and you especially caught the eye of a certain blonde. Possibly the last eyes you would ever want burning into the back of your head.

You’ve heard stories about her, though your not sure which side to believe, the side absolutely prasing the fuck out of her, or the side that looks at her like dumpster fire.

Friday. God it was supposed to be a relaxing day, but it never was when you were in soccer, because Friday meant gameday.

Theres a huge competition tonight, and you have to beat some of the top schools to make your school known, to enhance into the big leagues. Your going to have to travel to this big fancy field and everything, it was so odd to hear your coach so pumped up about something.

You were going to have to play your best, your team would have to play their best.

You were stressed. No stressed was a ridiculous understatement.

It didn’t help that everyone looked to you for the plan.

The bell rang, cutting off your roaming thoughts as you followed the sea of students towards the lunch hall. It was quite early so you were hoping that you wouldn’t run into her.

You pushed open the doors to the lunch room. As you entered the lunch room you immediately felt a pair of eyes roam you; targeting you.

Fuck.

None other than the Queen Bee, Regina George.