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“Purple looks great on you.”

Janis stares at her for a long time. “If you’re fishing for compliments, don’t hold your breath.”

Regina blinks at her rapidly. “I- I wasn’t…” She sighs. Why is this so awkward? “I was just genuinely saying you cleaned up nice.”

It almost looks animated when the other woman widens her eyes and faux-gasps. “Oh my GOD, Regina George, are you hitting up on me?”

“What? No, I- I was just- I’m—“

Janis bursts out with laughter before Regina pops a vessel. “I’m messing with you. Why would you ever, right?” She playfully punches her in the delts. Janis misses the fond, weary-eyed look the other woman gives her.

“Alright, North Shore High, let’s slow things down a minute,” Kevin G, also tonight’s makeshift DJ, says onto the mic.

Both women stay planted to where they’re standing when they hear the opening chords of the Cranberries’ Linger, but both pair of eyes meet in an instant.

Regina audibly gulps. “Hey, your favorite song’s playing.” Janis hums in return. “Where…where did your Spring Fling date go?”

“Family emergency.”

“I see…would you wanna dance? With me?” Janis gives her a bewildered stare. “Or…sway side to side, in my case.”

The shorter woman chuckles, but she grabs Regina’s arm, dragging her to the dance floor. They’re completely unaware of an amused Damian taking his phone out, snapping a couple of photos of them.

Clearing her throat, Janis places both hands on the blonde’s shoulders. One whiff of the ex-plastic’s signature citrus-y, vanilla perfume and suddenly it’s a casual Friday night, and she and Regina are wearing their pajamas, lounged on the latter’s bed, binge-ing a cheesy mid Hallmark rom-com.

“Remember when you made me listen to this for a week straight?” Regina’s droopy voice brings her back to the present. “We scratched your CD pretty bad, we had to chip in to buy another one because it stopped working, and you wouldn’t leave your room, wouldn’t stop crying, saying you couldn’t go another day without playing your favorite song first thing in the morning.”

Janis groans, slightly tucking her head down. It’s during these moments that she remembers a different version of Regina pre-Plastics Era exists—the Regina who grew with Janis ‘Imi’ike (before growing apart).

“You think there’s a chance we could go back to before?” The blonde asks when Janis doesn’t say anything. She hopes Regina doesn’t hear how her breath hitches as the blonde places both hands at the small of her back, pulling her closer. She can feel her tracing tiny circles against the silky material of her lavender suit jacket.

“Before…” the shorter woman trails off.

“Before I ruined your life.”

Janis scoffs, looking up to stare at her. “And I ruined yours.” Regina playfully rolls her eyes.

“You never looked at me again after…well, you know what.”

The artist frowns. “What do you mean? I’m looking at you now.”

Regina shakes her head, or tries to. “You see me. But then Cady came to North Shore. You were looking at her. And for the first time after quite a while, you were looking at me again, because she was looking at us.”

Janis ignores the humming in her chest.

“And so I figured maybe that’s what it would take.”

“For what?” Janis whispers.

“For you to keep your eyes on me.” One of Regina’s hands move to cup the other woman’s chin. “I needed your eyes on me, Janis.”

You got me wrapped around your finger

Do you have to let it linger?

Do you have to, do you have to?

Janis blinks rapidly. “Well, you’ve never liked to share, so…”

“But then again, you were never mine to.”

Having an actual sensible conversation with Regina George while slow dancing (or swaying side-to-side) with her was not in Janis’ bingo card tonight but she’d be lying if she said she’s not reveling in it.

“Will you let me though?” Regina now asks.

“L-let you what?”

“Miss you.”

Janis fears if her heart beats harder than it is right now, it might burst. She really didn’t want to ‘Carrie-fy’ the Spring Fling or whatever.

“Just let me miss you, Jay-Jay.” Regina tucks a piece of her hair behind her ear. “Because I really do. You have to believe me. I’m in a lot of pain medication and will never be more honest than I am right at this moment.”

A familiar voice humming makes Regina lift her head up. She winces at the resounding pain she feels after straightening her back too quickly.

She’d recognize that voice from a mile away, she thinks.

Janis has her earphones on, typing something on her phone as she makes her way to her locker, so she doesn’t look up when Regina calls out her name. The blonde stays where she’s sat at the bench, waiting for the other woman to notice her.

“Holy Mother of-“ Janis spits out when she finally spots the blonde, taking her earphones out.

“While I am ‘mother’, I’m not quite sure about the ‘holy’ part,” Regina answers. “I keep forgetting you joined the track team. Aren’t you like, allergic to sports or something?” she adds. Regina says ‘keeps forgetting’ as if it’s normal for them now to keep tabs on each other’s lives. Not that they don’t get regular updates on each other’s lives nowadays. Damian and Gretchen have become a force to be reckoned with now that they’re actually friends.

Janis grunts, turning her back from the blonde to face her locker. “Yeah, well I needed something else to focus on, and running helps. I’m having…creative block…or something, lately. Any more time I spend staring at a blank canvas, and I’d lose my mind for real.” She suddenly stops as she realizes this is their first real conversation since that talk the night of Spring Fling.

“You still ramble when you’re nervous. It’s cute.”

Janis steals a glance at Regina who’s looking back at her with what looks like amusement. She clears her throat. “Anyway, what are you doing in the locker room at this hour? Didn’t lacrosse practice end like an hour ago? Were you waiting for your ride?”

The blonde wordlessly pulls out an orange bottle from her backpack and takes a single pill, downing it. Janis blushes the moment she realizes Regina had probably been in the middle of changing clothes when she’d walked in. She has her pants on but only wearing her sports bra, white blouse still sitting atop the bench. Her little winces don’t escape her though.

It had always been like that. Janis could tell if there was something wrong with Regina with just a single look. After all, she does know her like the back of her hand.

“Rough practice? Is…your back bothering you again?” she asks, tone laced with concern.

The blonde shrugs. “One of the girls accidentally tackled me too hard and ended up knee-ing my back.”

Janis unconsciously winces. “Yikes. Did Stella at least maim the girl who did it?”

Regina frowns. “Stella? Newbie Stella? Why would Stella do that? She didn’t do anything to her.”

The other woman gives her a deadeye. “You’re kidding me.” The blonde frowns harder. “‘Gina. That girl’s been fawning over you ever since you joined the team.”

She looks away from Janis, blush creeping against her cheeks. “Shut up. She has not?”

Janis lets out a loud chuckle, resting her back against her locker. “Dude. I’m convinced at least half the team is crushing on you. How you missed that when it’s sooo palpable especially during the games is beyond me. That’s…not very Regina George of you.”

Mini-embarrassment forgotten, Regina flashes the other woman a smirk. “How would you know that? You watching my games, Jay-Jay?”

Janis blinks rapidly, looking like a deer in headlights. “Uhh, Damian makes me go? And he’s never missed a game.”

“So? You could always say no to him,” Regina rebuts.

“Have you met Damian? You could NOT say no to him.”

Regina giggles. “Okay, point.” She stands up too fast, letting out a soft grunt when she feels a sharp pain at the small of her back.

Janis is beside her in a split second. “Hey, whoa. Okay, I got you.” She says it in a tone Regina would like to think is reserved for her. “Would you mind if I just drove you home? I mean, let me drive your car for you because we both know you’re not getting in my car unless I let you be in charge of the aux and that’s not gonna happen so.”

“And how are you planning to get home?”

Janis gives her a hard stare. “I’ll walk, duh. You live a couple of blocks away from me, Regina. But that just means you have to let me carpool with you tomorrow because I’m leaving my car here.”

“Yeah, I can do that. No problem,” Regina answers without a beat.

“Right. Can you walk?” she asks the blonde.

“I’m afraid, no. You’ll just have to bridal carry me to where my car is parked.” The insufferable woman even dares to pout at her.

Regina holds it for five seconds before bursting into giggles.

“Bitch?” Janis feigns annoyance.

“The baddest,” she replies, doing her signature hair flip. “Dibs on the aux cord!”

“Calling dibs on the aux cord isn’t a thing!!”

Janis had forgotten about the carpool thing by the time Janis is about to leave for school the next day.

“Oh my God, this is so good! You have got to teach me your recipe, Mrs. ‘Imi’ike.”

Janis looks up from her toast to the sound of that familiar voice. Her mother had always adored the blonde since she was little. When Janis had told her about the night of the Spring Fling, she’d hugged her tight, telling her she’d always known Regina would come around.

“Good morning, honey! You and Regina better get going. I packed blondies for each of you. Give Damian some, okay?” Janis’ mom says, kissing her temple.

She furrows her eyebrows at the lacrosse player until it comes back to her. “Right. Carpool.”

“Why do you look so confused?” Regina asks, chuckling.

She shrugs. “I just thought you weren’t serious.”

When they reach Regina’s Jeep, no one’s in it. “Uhm, where are Karen and Gretchen?”

The blonde effortlessly climbs to the driver’s seat, putting on her sunglasses. “Cady told us she’s picking them up because she just got her driver’s license today and she wanted to practice. Damien did say he’s riding with them so…you’re all mine.”

Regina has the gall to wink at her, patting the other car seat. “Come on then, passenger princess.”

Janis ignores the heat starting to creep up on her cheeks. “Shut up.”

It’s an unusual day when the former Plastics don’t arrive to school together. Sure, they aren’t the plastics anymore, but that doesn’t mean they stopped being friends.

It’s even more unusual for Regina to arrive to school with someone other than Gretchen or Karen.

“Everyone’s staring,” Janis murmurs to Regina who seems unbothered. She unclasps the seat belt, getting down from the Jeep.

“Not that girl,” the blonde answers, casually walking towards Janis. “Oh never mind, she just looked.”

They stop shortly in front of the main doors. Janis tries not to squirm too much when the blonde gives her a once-over.

“Hmm, well, it must be you,” Regina says afterwards.

She narrows her eyes at the taller girl. “Really? People are staring at us and your first thought is it’s probably me?”

“Did you do something different to your hair today? It’s cute.”

That’s twice now. Twice Regina had referred to her as ‘cute’. It probably doesn’t mean anything, she thinks.

As if the entire student body isn’t already staring, Regina doesn’t stop walking beside her until they reach Janis’ homeroom. Janis keeps her eyes ahead, not daring to look at the other students “I’ll…” the blonde trails off.

“Regina, what?”

“I’llseeyouatlunchokaybye,” the taller girl rambles before walking away.

Janis feels something hit the back of her head so she turns around, and looks at Damian who animatedly wiggles his eyebrows, mouthing “Spill!”

Janis stares at her biggest (and latest) painting yet. Thankfully, she had finished it in time just for tonight’s show. (A week straight of doing 2-km daily morning runs had done wonders to her soul).

A bump against her shoulder brings her out of her daze. “Janis! There you are. Almost everyone’s talking about your painting. This is huge, girl! How’s that college art portfolio coming?”

She answers Damian with a silent groan. “Dude, I don’t know. I’m not even halfway done. I feel like I’ve used up everything I’ve got and now I’m running out of inspo.”

Janis watches as Damian trains his eyes to something (or someone) ahead. “Oh golly, well, pinch me. Speaking of inspiration, your girl’s coming.”

At first, she only sees Cady heartily waving at them, seeming to catch her breath. She elbows his best friend, about to ask him what he meant when Regina finally comes into view. One of her hand unconsciously grabs the hem of Damian’s shirt, grounding herself because Regina George is sporting an oversized white dress shirt with a loose black tie. And she’s carrying a bouquet of flowers, looking at no one else but Janis.

Damian comes closer to her ear and whisper an “I’ll pray for you, hun.” just before the two women reach them.

“Jan! So sorry I’m late. I mean, I did bring a peace offering. Even though the said peace offering took over an hour to get ready,” Cady whispers the last part, giving her a knowing smile. Regina beside her playfully rolls her eyes.

“Is that it? Your painting? Wow, it’s so surreal,” the brunette gushes, eyes skimming her friend’s artwork. Cady snaps a few photos of it, and then goes on to chat with Damian, leaving the two women by themselves.

To Regina, she says, “Y-you should’ve told me you’re coming. How’d you even know about this?”

The blonde just shrugs. “What, and ruin this surprise?” She hands Janis a bouquet of what looks like purple larkspurs and light blue and purple hyacinths. She keeps it in mind to google later what those could possibly mean. But they probably don’t mean anything, she thinks.

“You—“

“—shouldn’t have. I know,” Regina butts in, smirking. “But I—“

“—wanted to,” Janis interrupts, rolling her eyes. “I know,” she echoes.

If somebody were to tell Janis that she’d be spending a random Saturday standing in front of her giant artwork, listening to Regina George’s giggles, holding a bouquet Regina George had brought, she’d raise her right finger at you. Janis gently kicks the blonde’s shins, which worsens Regina’s giggling fit.

The blonde walks closer to the painting, stays quiet for a while. “It really is pretty, Jay-Jay.”

Yeah, really pretty, Janis thinks, her eyes not leaving the blonde’s face.

Regina’s eyes haven’t left her, or at least that’s what Janis thinks. Either that or she’s going crazy. The blonde had refused to sit with them during lunch, opting to go the library instead. She’d even skipped last period without telling Gretchen or Karen.

“What did I even do?? She’s so…” Janis trails off, groaning frustratedly. Damian gives her a knowing look. They’re lounged at her garage, not paying attention to the random chick flick playing on the TV.

“One minute she’s giving me flowers and the next she refuses to even acknowledge my presence!”

“And you’re certain it has completely nothing to with how that girl Bonnie has been tailing you the entire day?” Damian says matter-of-factly.

Janis furrows her brows. “We’re just working on an Econ project??”

Her best friend holds his hands up. “Well, Regina doesn’t know that. All she saw was yet another cute girl who seemed to manage to get your attention.”

The artist scoffs. “Not saying that that’s true but if it was, then what about it?”

Damian turns beside her so he’s facing her. “You know what you should put on your CV? ‘Talents include being the textbook definition of a useless lesbian’.”

Janis throws a handful of popcorn at him just as her phone pings.

reginald

jay-jay.;”@‘dkwdb

wr.u

Jz@-&!!?!?

need 2 see .?/ur

face

:(/

She looks up at Damian. “Since when does Regina drunk text me?”

“Useless lesbians,” Damian repeats, shaking his head.

jay-jay

wru??

send me ur location

Turns out that one of the lacrosse girls had thrown the party which is in full swing when Janis arrives. She searches every room for the blonde but she isn’t in any of them. She tries calling but they go straight to voicemail.

jay-jay

you are going to call me

back or im leaving this

mess of a party in 3..

2..

REGINA GEORGE!!!

reginald

JANIS ‘IMI’IKE!!!

jay-jay

all right that’s it

i’m going home

reginald

WAIT NO

BATHROOM UPSTAIRS

TO THE LEFT

PLS SAVE MY ASS

“‘Gina? It’s me. Open up.”

The bathroom door unlocks, revealing a Regina sporting only her bra and black ripped boyfriend jeans. Of course, Janis’ first instinct is to look around.

The blonde seems to read her mind because she widens her eyes, grasping Janis’ arm to pull her inside. “Oh no, it’s not what you think. I came here alone. Ugh, it’s just some drunk guy spilled his drink on my shirt and now it smells like cheap beer.” Her words slur a bit, the artist notices.

Janis wordlessly takes her black leather jacket off, then goes to lock the door. “Whoa, okay. At least buy me dinner first, Janis.”

She rolls her eyes. “Turn around.”

She thinks she hears Regina’s breath hitch as she helps her put the jacket on. When she turns back around to face her, she sports a huge, dorky grin, the events of the day forgotten.

Or not.

“You know, I don’t care that Bonnie Perez was prancing with you all day. Who’s wearing your jacket now?”

She can almost hear Damian’s voice as he says, ‘useless lesbians’.

Janis’ phone has not stopped vibrating on her way to school. The first thing she does is find Damian by the lockers. “My phone would NOT stop blowing up! What the fUCK is happening??”

“Girl, check instagram.”

Sure enough, there’s a notif that reads ‘reginageorgeous tagged you in a post’. She opens it and her phone almost slips from her hold because it’s Regina still wearing the hand-painted leather jacket, leaning at the side of her car and probably on her way to school. She locks her phone in a beat.

She looks up just in time to see the said blonde enter the hallway, still wearing Janis’ jacket. Regina’s eyes zero in on the artist. She doesn’t say anything but she throws the artist a wink as she passes by her in the hallways.

“I’m not getting that jacket back, am I?” she says to Damian who just chuckles.

See, lunch had been going great. They listen as Karen and Damian do impressions of Sharpay and Ryan. But then Regina suddenly says, to Janis in particular.

“Can I take you home?”

Janis suddenly chokes on her water, spilling some of it. Damian and Cady hold hands, suppressing each other’s laughter, the former shaking his head at his hopeless best friend. Karen (bless her heart!) gently rubs her back, coaxing her coughing fit.

“Jesus, are you okay?” Regina asks, handing her a couple of napkins.

She answers the blonde with a look of bewilderment. “What the f-fuck do you mean can you take m-me home?”

She thinks she sees the blonde slightly widen her eyes, double-backing. “Uhh, Kylie’s been asking for you. Keeps saying she wants a jacket like this, too.”

“Kylie remembers who I am?”

Regina doesn’t mention that she’s put back her and Janis’ old photos in the walls of her room, as well as at their kitchen fridge.

They’re lounged at the carpeted floor of the George’s living room, almost done with Kylie’s painted jacket when she makes Janis almost cry.

“I like when you’re around,” Kylie murmurs.

Janis furrows her eyebrows. “When I’m around?”

“Hmm-mm. Around ‘Gina. She smiles more,” Kylie answers. “Mom told me she used to. And then didn’t for a while. Now she is again.”

Janis thinks of how much Kylie looks like her sister as her tongue sticks out in concentration.

”I hope you stay longer.”

”I do, too, kiddo.”

“Dude. Are you really not gonna talk to me all day?” Janis tugs the hem of Damian’s shirt but he refuses to look at her. She turns to Cady beside him who just shrugs helplessly. He reaches out for the birthday flaglets lying on the sofa and puts them up, though.

“I’m with Damian on this one, Jan,” the brunette says, while arranging cutlery on the table.

Janis audibly sighs. “How are y’all even sure she doesn’t have anything else planned for toni-“

“Gretchen?” It’s the first word Damian has uttered today.

“She doesn’t,” the former Plastic answers without a beat. “And I have been telling you that for days now.” She turns to the birthday girl, raising her brows. Janis lets out a long groan.

“Dame, come onnn. Talk to me, my guy. It’s my birthday, for crying out loud.”

He adorably rolls his eyes, placing both hands atop Janis’ shoulders. “Exactly. I don’t understand why you’d want to make yourself miserable on this day of all days?”

The doorbell rings and Janis’ mom starts to walk towards their porch but her daughter beats her to it. “I got it, mom.”

She opens the door and immediately thinks I don’t got it, mom.

Regina George is wearing what looks like the most comfortable peach crocheted jumper she’s seen, holding a white box with a white ribbon on top.

She tucks her chin a little, clearing her throat. “Sorry to come uninvited. I-I wasn’t planning on staying long?” She holds the box out. “I just wanted to give you this? It’s…it’s your mom’s recipe.” Regina gives her a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes.

Janis wordlessly takes the box of cake from her, whispering “thanks” because suddenly she doesn’t know any other words in the English language.

She doesn’t think she’s seen Regina make herself this small. Right now, the blonde keeps on playing with the sleeves of her shirt. Janis notices her biting the insides of her cheek—a nervous tic.

“Well, uhm. Happy Birthday, Jay-Jay.”

Regina turns to leave but Janis manages to grasp one of her arms before she can take another step. “It’s just that I didn’t think you’d wanna come.”

The blonde faces her, brows scrunched. “Did I…Have I done something to make you feel that way? Or maybe…I’m making you uncomfortable?”

Regina sighs as she walks closer to the shorter girl. She starts picking on an imaginary loose thread at the hem of Janis’ shirt. “Do you feel unsafe with me, Jan? Because I’d understand.”

The birthday girl widens her eyes. “What? No!” She squeezes Regina’s arm a bit before sitting on the swing. She pats the space beside her.

“Some days just…get bad, okay? Like pre-art-therapy-days-bad,” Janis says after a while. She turns to her side when the blonde suddenly bumps her shoulder.

“You can tell me, you know? If it’s gonna be one of those days. So I’ll know to be extra careful with you during the bad days.”

Regina holds her stare, almost beseeching. She tries, very hard, to quiet down the voices. The front door opening interrupts whatever she is about to say.

“Hey, not-lovebirds! Are you coming in or not? I’m starviiing,” Damian calls out.

It’s almost crazy how Janis’ mom had perked up the moment Regina’d entered their home. It’s even crazier that the blonde doesn’t look out of place sitting cross-legged at the floor of the ‘Imi’Ike’s living room, and laughing her heart out to Damian’s retelling of stories about Janis from pre-fallout. (Cady had especially requested them.)

He’d just finished telling about Janis’ first time getting drunk and how her mom had almost caught her when Cady says, “You know what’s crazy? I haven’t played any of those drunk party games you keep telling me about—Never Have I Ever? Seven Minutes in Heaven? Or Spin the Bottle…”

Karen takes the liberty of explaining the mechanics of each one of the mentioned but Janis notices the exact moment Regina stiffens beside her, breathing quicker. She taps Damian’s shoulder and whisper, “We’ll be upstairs.”

“Hey, ‘Gina? Slow breaths. Baby, breathe with me,” Janis tells her once they’re inside her room. She guides her until they’re sat on her bed, facing each other.

She coaxes the blonde until her breathing gets more even. “That’s it. Now tell me five things you see.”

“The—that painting of your mom. Your quilted bedsheet. The Janis Joplin shirt you’re wearing. The tiny mole above your lip.” She watches as Regina’s throat bob up and down. “How your eyes are the prettiest shade of brown.”

Janis ignores the humming in her chest.

“Now, four things you can touch?”

“My denim pants. My palms. My face.” Regina raises one hand, placing it on Janis’ underjaw. “You.”

“Three things you hear.”

Regina chuckles, straining her ear a bit. “Damian belting ‘Defying Gravity’. My belly rumbling. Your neighbor mowing their lawn.”

“Two things you smell?”

“Your mom’s tuna pesto…shit, now my stomach’s rumbling again.” The blonde lets out a tiny giggle before slowly inching forward. The hairs on the back of Janis’s head stand up as Regina inhales her. “And that citrus-y lavender perfume you still wear.”

Regina comes even closer until her head’s resting on the side of Janis’ neck. She looks down at her just as the blonde looks up.

“And one thing you can taste?” She sees the moment Regina’s eyes drop down to her lips. Clearing her throat, she adds, “Okay, yeah I think you’re pretty grounded now.”

Regina closes her eyes, burying her face on the Regina-shaped space in Janis’s neck. ”I was confused. So fucking much, you know. After the party…

“I didn’t understand why kissing men didn’t feel the same. I was doing so much of it because I thought it might change…but I just ended up hurting a lot of people.” She opens her eyes a bit. Janis sees a teardrop under her eye, so she wipes it with her thumb.

“For a long time, I wondered why sticking my tongue inside inside another man’s throat never gave me the kind of butterflies I used to get every time you’d hug me from behind during sleepovers, or when you’d accidentally brush my skin on days that I’d wear crop tops.

“And then you came back, with a different haircut, always wearing these clothes that make you look like a badass, and I hated it. I hated how it suddenly made sense why. I hated the fact that I’d already made you hate me before I could show you how much I could love you.”Janis’ breath hitches. “Regina…”

Incessant knocking interrupts her train of thought. “Jan, if you don’t come out of your room right now, we’re finishing the cake Regina made!”

Janis should have known it wasn’t going to be a normal school day. When she comes down the next morning, ready to leave for class, Regina’s already waiting in their driveway.

After the blonde parks her Jeep outside campus, she hops off the car, skipping to Janis’ side and helps her down. This time, North Shore had been more ready to see the two enter the hallways together. What they weren’t ready for is Regina taking Janis’ arm, looping it around hers. She stands beside her by her locker, just staring and grinning at the shorter woman.

“Do you want to see me this afternoon?” Regina suddenly asks which makes Janis look up at her, brows raised.

“Sorry, let me try again. I want to see you this afternoon.”

Janis chuckles. “Of course, we’re going to. We have last period together?”

The blonde lets out a sigh. “God, why is this so hard?” she says more to herself.

Janis closes her locker, leaning against it. “‘Gina, spit it out. The bell’s going to ring anytime soon.”

She sees the blonde’s mouth moving but for some reason the students in the hallway are extra rowdier today, she barely hears her.

Regina takes a giant breath and goes, “I SAID WOULD YOU WANNA GO ON A DATE WITH ME LATER AFTER CLASS?”

The entire hallway quiets all of a sudden, all eyes on them.

Regina doesn’t take her eyes off of the other woman. “‘Gina. Everyone’s staring.”

The blonde takes both of her hands, places a soft kiss before tucking them under her chin. “Just look at me. Eyes on me.”

But then the bell rings, and the moment ends.

Regina grins at her, putting her hands down. She steps forward to plant a kiss on the tip of her nose. “Take your time.”

The blonde starts to walk to her homeroom but Janis stays grounded to where she’s standing until her mind catches up. Damn Regina and her long legs but thank God Janis joined the track team because she catches up to her just before she reaches the door to her homeroom.

She turns Regina around, clasping her arms around the taller woman’s neck. Janis grins at her before standing on her tiptoes so she could give her a short peck on the lips. She starts to pull away but Regina places her hands on the small of her back, deepening the kiss.

“Is that a yes?” Regina asks once they pull away, but Janis just grins, wiping the lip gloss off of Regina’s bottom lip. She then turns around and takes off running to her own homeroom. “It felt like a yes, Jay-Jay!”

Regina George has never been late to homeroom, but on that day, she comes in 7 minutes after the bell has rung. She’d have gladly accepted any sanction if it meant getting kissed by Janis ‘Imi’Ike in the halls of North Shore High. However, the homeroom teacher just tells her to sit down already. After all, Regina George does not get detention.