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Breakups were a theatrical pleasure for Regina George. After the clock struck midnight, her exes would turn into hideous pumpkins, and she would find herself in the spotlight. She bawled her heart out in Gretchen's arms, giggling secretly between sobs. She couldn't care less about Aaron Samuels and Shane Oman. She was only crying because of her brittle hair, her crooked nails, or her weight gain, not forgetting to curse those guys. It was just a socially acceptable rite of passage that Regina didn't understand, but had to play out.
Today Regina George had a gorgeous hairstyle, nails, and clothes. She felt like the hottest girl in the world. Until she met Cady Heron.
On the way home, Regina didn't notice that her makeup was running down her flushed face in horrible black streaks. She fell into bed, forgetting to close the door. And after two continuous hours of sobbing, her hair resembled the nest of a mad bird.
It could have been the most successful play of her career. The third act of this incredible story should have ended when she and Cady Heron broke up, but Regina George just couldn't bring herself to stop. The stupid socially acceptable ritual of sobbing continued even though there was no audience in the room.
After calming down a bit, Regina George decided to remember everything from the start to the very end. Even a seemingly perfect job could contain mistakes. Cady Heron had taught her this.
ACT ONE
Cady Heron, whose kiss was more like kissing a washing machine, sat up on the bed, flushed.
"Now your mother will think we're dating," she said excitedly. (Regina is willing to bet that her heart was still beating wildly at the time.)
"I'm satisfied with that. You?" the blonde looked at Cady calculatingly. She flinched.
"Me, too..." she swallowed in embarrassment. Cady's heart was probably still racing, too. Regina could feel it, but she wanted to make sure.
"Are you sure?" she asked again, reaching for Cady's hands. "Check your range of acceptable values, just in case."
Cady smiled and squeezed her hand in hers.
"Everything is grool." She nodded.
"Grool?" Regina raised her eyebrows in confusion.
"Oops. I meant great, but I said cool." Cady blushed. She had never said something so stupid before.
Regina nodded. She studied Cady's hand curiously with her own.
"How about a term?" she asked and felt Cady’s hand twitch to the side.
"A term?" Cady jumped out of bed.
(Wow, Regina, bravo! Talking about the time to end a relationship before it has even begun. Very tactful and smart of you!)
"Of course, a term. It's not like we're going to date for real, silly." Regina George explained. (If she had known how real it would feel, Regina from the future would have made herself swallow her own tongue.)
"A month and a half. Will that work for you?" Regina suggested.
A shadow flashed across Cady Heron's face. She looked away.
"Absolutely," she agreed.
"Then what about the price?" Cady asked without a hint of commercial interest. The sparkle in her green eyes had disappeared.
Regina giggled. She was amused by Cady's naivety and her ridiculous attempts to hide her good nature.
"It's compensation for making everyone at school hate me," the blonde gently reminded her.
"But they hate me too." Cady Heron countered and added, "Thanks to you."
"Hmm... Then we will try to forgive each other and earn the admiration of the masses again." Regina shared her plans for the future and concluded, "Let's consider this act as a purification of our souls, which is a reward in itself."
Cady Heron smiled.
"An act of soul purification?" the green eyes lit up with enthusiasm. "Have you heard of Dante Alighieri's Divine Comedy?"
Regina George nodded. No, she hadn't listened to what their tedious foreign literature teacher had said about it. It was just that when Cady had answered in class that day, the meaningless information had flooded into her ears and had not been forgotten.
ACT TWO
In fact, there was more meaningless information than necessary at the time.
Why did Regina need to memorize that Cady drinks green tea without sugar? That she doesn't like it when Regina shuts her up. And that she was nervous about the math competition.
She also knew how to make Cady flinch with a touch of her knee. How to tease her so that she would not be offended, but rather shy.
(This is just a shortlist. If Regina starts remembering any more, her internal organs will come out with tears. And why would she want to remember it all now?)
Every day, when Cady Heron came home from school, she explained to her parents that she would do her homework with her friends and then go out with them. She would throw a few Swedish bars into her backpack and, like a typical good girlfriend, hurry to her sick loved one's house.
Every day at three o'clock in the afternoon, Regina would hear an excited melody on the first floor. She could hear her mother greeting her guest with a smile. But most of all, she was attentive to the elephant's footsteps. The last step gave way, and the door opened gently.
It was strange how this "squeak-squeak" made her really happy. Even stranger was how it ended up on the list of meaningless things she had to forget.
"Hello to my dear girlfriend!" Cady Heron smiled. The backpack flew to the side, and Regina felt the bed sag.
The green eyes studied the blonde's displeased face with a little excitement. Cady Heron couldn't figure out what was wrong, so she exhaled awkwardly and clasped her hands on her hips. She was about to tell Regina how her day at school had gone and what the latest gossip was, but Regina held up a hand with reproach to stop her.
"Where is my kiss?" she asked indignantly.
Cady blinked in confusion.
"A kiss? I-" she turned pale with fright. There was not a hint of humor in those blue eyes. "I thought we were faking it." Cady Heron pressed her hands indignantly into the bed and turned away.
"Cady, listen, you're the smartest girl I've ever met." Regina touched her hand. She could feel the tension gradually ease, but she couldn't see Cady's cheeks turn pink. "You know what makes a lie convincing?"
Cady shook her head.
"The narrator's faith is in it." Regina explained and added, "Do you believe that we are dating?"
Cady bit her lip.
"Neither do I. So don't hesitate. Prove me wrong."
"I don't want to." Cady Heron cut off without a hint of hesitation, "Don't order me." She stood up.
The bed bounced, and a wave of pain rolled down Regina George's spine. She grimaced.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Cady rushed to Regina's side in alarm, and the bed buckled again.
"Shh." Regina filtered through her teeth, feeling her spine aching. But that wasn't what was causing her pain.
Rejection. Regina George had never faced rejection before, and it was more painful than being hit by a bus.
Her faithful monkeys would do anything she asked. Cady was not a monkey. She was a dignified lion. Although a bit naive and democratic.
"You don't have to apologize," Regina replied sarcastically. "I understand," she added, looking away guiltily.
Regina George's understanding, sincerity, and kindness suited her so damn well. And the more they spent time together, the more Cady noticed it in her.
"You do realize that dating her is like dating a beast, right?" Janis chided.
"Just don't expect her to turn into a prince," Damian added.
They laughed. Cady wasn’t in the mood for laughing.
"I'm sure when you see her without makeup, you'll think twice about your feelings," Janis assured her and gave a reassuring slap on the shoulder.
Cady didn't rush to Regina's house as she usually did. She walked slowly and thought, mostly about her. She liked Regina in a way.
She liked her angry and pimply, she liked her without the chic hairstyle and lip gloss. She saw her that way when she rang the doorbell.
Cady was lucky to be late on a day when Regina was feeling miserable. As much as she didn't want to destroy or kill anything, she couldn't even find a reason to complain.
She just wanted no one to see her like that. And by no one, she means no one. And yes, Cady Heron, that includes you.
Do you think that ringing the doorbell late will protect you? Do you think Regina will open it, let you in, and keep you warm?
No, you're wrong.
Regina gently stood up out of sheer curiosity.
She wanted to see what Cady Heron would do.
There Regina was standing, looking through the peephole.
Cady shifted from one foot to the other, looking anxiously at the door. Sometimes she rubbed her palms together to keep herself warm.
Green eyes lit up with joy.
"Regina, open up, I know it's you." the loser asked, noticing that the light in the peephole was blocked by a shadow.
All right, then. Regina was too tired to resist.
"Oh, how are you?" Cady asked and stepped forward without any disgust.
"Awesome, don't you see?" Regina said sarcastically and pointed to a large pimple on her forehead, blocking the entrance.
"Well, good for you." Cady reached into her backpack, ignoring her. "I brought some snacks."
"Are those Swedish bars?" Regina's voice softened dramatically.
"Yes." Cady calmly confirmed, trying to squeeze through the door. It seemed like she was about to get through, and then suddenly:
"I'm not eating that shit." Regina rolled her eyes and looked at her girlfriend with contempt. Part of her wanted to make Cady get out of here.
Cady was close to irritation. She exhaled and mentally counted to ten.
"Who said I brought them for you? It's for me." She unwrapped the bar and held it up to her mouth.
"Shut up and give it to me." Regina's eyes blazed with anger. Part of her wanted Cady Heron to stay.
Cady didn't mind and took a bite, savoring it.
"I meant, please share, if you don't mind," Regina said, unexpectedly for herself.
Cady Heron choked on her food. She held out the chocolate bar as if she were going to feed it to a poor puppy that could bite her at any moment.
Regina bit into the bar. It was gone.
If she had been a puppy, she would have wagged her tail. But Regina wasn't, so only her eyes lit up with joy. When she saw the slight smile on Cady's face, she snorted dismissively and wiped her lips with the sleeve of her sweatshirt.
"Oh, I was hoping to eat it while I watched you suffer," Cady said in a sweet voice, almost tenderly.
Regina giggled. She was amused by Cady's empathy and her drive for altruism.
"Come in. You make me sick." Regina cleared the passage.
Regina didn't like to give in to people and didn't like it when they did something in defiance. Her body would tense up and her eyes would fill with anger. She felt like a lion that people were afraid of.
Regina was often inferior to Cady Heron. Perhaps because deep down they wanted the same thing. Or because her body relaxed then, and her eyes sometimes sparkled with indulgence. She still felt like a lion, tamed, close to purring. Cady Heron was not afraid of her.
"Did you know that lions don't purr?" Cady's voice came from a distance above, like an echo from heaven.
"No," Regina said and yawned. She melted under the gentle, warm touches that stroked her back and traced circles around each of her vertebrae.
Cady Heron could have easily broken those bones. Instead, she put energy and indescribable care into her touch.
Of course, Regina had her own masseuse, paid for by her mother. But her mother had no way of knowing that it would be Cady Heron's touch that would feel like a cure-all for Regina.
She held her breath as she felt the hands move away.
"Why would I care?" Regina asked.
"I don't know. I just wanted to share it." Cady smiled and crunched her hands together.
(It would have been better if she had broken Regina's bones, but not her heart.)
They shared a lot of things. They wrote their homework with the same pen, ate the same chocolate bars between breaks, and drank the same tea (green sugar-free, which Regina disrespected but wanted to know why Cady preferred it to black sugar), but they also shared their thoughts, gossip, and even their worries.
"Have you defined the minimum of the function yet?" Cady asked, looking at Regina's notebook.
"Yes." The blonde handed the pen to the girl.
Cady smiled and squared her shoulders proudly as she checked the solution.
"That's right, but you forgot to replace the minus with a plus," she said and made the correction. "So now your minimum is actually your maximum. See?" Cady leaned in so close that you could see her pupils dilate in delight.
"I know where my minimum is," Regina said, looking teasingly into the green eyes. "I'd like to show you where your maximum is," she added, holding her gaze on Cady’s lips.
Cady burst out laughing.
"It was almost good," she said, covering her mouth with her hand.
"Show me where my..." she tried to repeat Regina's tone of voice while maintaining a serious expression. Her crooked smile subsided.
"Maximum is?" she whispered, rethinking the implication. Feeling another playful look on her face, she couldn't help but blush.
Regina burst out laughing.
"Good. That was good." Cady agreed through her laughter.
She reached into Regina's notebook. Writing something downright scary, she said, "If you solve this, I owe you a kiss."
Regina grabbed the pen with unprecedented enthusiasm.
"lim x -> 0 (ln(1-x) - sin x)/(1 - cos^2 x)" she saw and realized that she did not understand anything. Literally nothing at all.
Regina opened her mouth to curse but stopped herself.
Cady looked at this expression with such tenderness, as if it were her child. Regina didn't want to hurt her child, no matter how ugly and disgusting it was.
"Why would I want to kiss you?" Regina raised an eyebrow.
"Probably because we've been dating for three weeks now." Cady Heron reminded her. "Can you go any longer without kissing your beloved girlfriend?" she added teasingly, leaning forward.
Regina shuddered.
It sounded more than convincing, coming from Cady Heron's mouth. Because there was more truth in those words than lies.
A little more and Regina looks away, feeling the blood rushing to her face. A little more and she will allow herself to be vulnerable.
No, she cannot allow herself to admit the truth. It's safer to hide true feelings behind sarcasm.
"My beloved fake girlfriend?" Regina clarified after a noticeable pause.
"You told me to believe that lie." Cady stared into those blue eyes in disbelief. "And besides, does it really matter when you look at my lips like that?" she thought.
"Well, maybe I should ask you on a date, too?" Regina offered mockingly when Cady couldn't take the strain and looked away.
"Yes." the girl agreed without hesitation. Regina smirked. She liked the way things were unfolding.
"Yes, two tickets, please." Regina winked at the salesperson, securing her and Cady a discount.
"Do you really want to go there?" Cady Heron asked in confusion.
The blonde hesitated for a moment, looking around the massive building. At first glance, the museum looked as if it was about to crumble.
"Yes. Why not?" Regina answered with such confidence that it was as if they were shopping in Las Vegas and not standing on the doorstep of this local science museum.
She swallowed a pang of doubt, remembering how this museum had once been vibrant and full of energy, but now seemed forgotten, almost abandoned.
"Let’s go?" Regina asked, holding out her hand.
Her voice sounded determined, but deep down, she was worried: would Cady like it?
"If you insist." Cady squeezed her hand with delight. Bouncing up and down, she pulled Regina toward the entrance.
They had seen all sorts of things there, the names of which Regina couldn't recall now. She could only recall Cady's excited babbling, caused by one device or another. By how hard her hand was squeezed, Regina could gauge its impact on science.
She didn't care about science, but if Cady Heron wanted to walk up to an air gun, talk excitedly about some gases, and then spend another half hour asking the confused consultant about some engine, then so be it. Regina didn't care about science, but she would later make sure that this poor guy was fired and replaced with someone more worthy.
Regina liked the room with the curved mirrors. They were probably the simplest thing here.
There was nothing arrogant about the phrase, "Don't even think about getting a boob job." thrown through laughter by Cady Heron as she hugged Regina from behind. "You're hot enough just the way you are," she added teasingly, comparing the lush reflection to the real Regina.
It's true. Sometimes simple things can bring happiness.
“No, it's not.” Cady Heron looked at Regina with a hurt expression, as if she were about to cry like a little child.
Regina George looked puzzled at the plush monkey in her hands and then at her girlfriend.
"But it really does look like your sister." the blonde said and held the toy forward. Cady acted as if she had forgotten how many circles of hell Regina had to go through for her.
At first, Regina spent the money on darts, trying to figure out where and what kind of parabola her girlfriend was advising her to make. And yes, if you still think that calculations have made the situation easier, you are deeply mistaken. You need practice. And the fact that you determine the air resistance, analyze the shape of the dart, and the force of gravity will not save you from losing. At best, your dart will be blown away by a sudden movement of the wind, or the next dart you pick up because you almost hit it will be a little heavier or lighter than the previous one.
In the worst-case scenario, Regina George will be standing right next to your ear, whispering curses at the salesman, and then she will cheer, almost deafening you when you pop the balloon. Your hand will tremble, and then you will refuse to play this corrupt game.
Regina was overwhelmed by hate. It wasn't enough to just talk about it and share it with Cady Heron. It had to be turned into something worthwhile.
The piercing demonic scream made the walls of the scream-o-meter shake. Regina George had set a new record by driving the amusement machine crazy. It was worthy of applause.
Cady Heron stared at her with her mouth agape, unable to move. After mumbling something obscene to the machine's owner, Regina George got her way and took a beautiful plush monkey as a prize.
Cady made sure her girlfriend drank some warm tea and calmed down. They sat on a bench in a quiet place where no one could disturb them. Corrupt entertainment, irresponsible owners, children who were constantly underfoot and prevented Regina from swearing — all of this was left behind. An almost poetic view of the dumps unfolded in front of them, the bench beneath them was freezing their buttocks.
Cady Heron looked gratefully at the rays of the sun shining through the leaves of the red maple tree. Next to her sat Regina George, whose cheeks resembled the leaves around them. Perhaps it was the remnants of anger that Regina wanted to calm by looking at Cady Heron's lips. It was almost romantic, until she said, "I chose a monkey so you wouldn't miss your family."
The contrast offended Cady to the core, and her eyes began to sparkle with tears.
"No!" she exclaimed, staring at the monkey.
Regina George's heart sank in genuine surprise. Cady stood up, wanting to leave the abandoned place. Regina didn't want to offend her. Well, maybe a little.
Regina George bit her lip, realizing her mistake. Perhaps the tone of her voice had come across as too serious when she was joking.
But Cady Heron was still a homeschooled jungle freak to her. A naive, empathetic, and good-natured jungle freak to boot.
People like Cady were not adapted to school life. They were easily offended or humiliated. Regina George did not tolerate them and forced them to change schools or made them eat their lunches alone in the toilet.
But she didn't want her to leave.
"Cady." Regina grabbed her hand. "What I can't understand is, if you're not sisters, then why are you both so cute?" she asked sincerely, without her usual sarcasm.
Cady blinked in surprise, and a tear rolled down her cheek.
"Go away," Cady said, crossing her arms over her chest.
When she sat down on the bench, Regina stood up.
"You can stay if you want." Cady clarified, wiping a tear with her shirt sleeve.
"Of course I do," Regina said, and her girlfriend smiled weakly. Cady moved closer. She hugged the monkey happily.
ACT THREE
"Of course, I don't want to really date her." Regina put her hands on the table in frustration, feeling her heart beating in an uncertain rhythm.
"Mmh, yeah." Gretchen nodded in disbelief, "I thought that-"
"You think too much." The blonde interrupted her and sat back.
"Hi!" Cady Heron greeted with a big smile on her face. She sat down next to Regina. "What’s up?"
Regina lowered her head, trying to collect herself. Doubt wrestled inside her. Did she really need to be with Cady?
"All fetch." Gretchen swallowed in embarrassment, realizing that the situation was getting out of hand. "I really should be going."
Regina felt a hand stroke her thigh, causing her to tense up and then straighten. She no longer knew how to react to the gesture.
"Is everything okay?" Cady asked, sounding concerned.
"Yeah," Regina said guiltily, holding her gaze on Cady for a moment. Regina’s eyes were full of doubt that refused to leave her.
"I was just thinking about whether we should pretend at school," Regina explained, her voice quieter than usual. "We'll definitely get hated after this."
Cady smiled sympathetically.
"In for a penny, in for a pound," she replied, but her tone had lost its usual lightness. "But if you don't want to, we don't have to." She removed her hand from Regina’s hip.
"I want to, but..." Regina searched for words.
"I'm... not quite sure if I'm pretending or if this is real," she thought, slowly returning Cady's hand to its original place, her fingers shaking with indecision. "It... just feels so real."
Regina sighed, catching a caring look on her face.
"But not too much." Regina offered, embarrassed.
Cady nodded in understanding and put her hands on the table.
Regina's heart skipped a beat with disappointment. She smiled awkwardly, imitating gratitude, but her inner conflict only intensified.
Cady squinted slightly, trying to reveal the things hidden behind that smile. Regina turned away, feeling something crumble inside of her.
Well, if she doesn't want to talk now, they'll definitely do it later, won't they? This thought calmed Cady Heron down, and she let herself dissolve into the school's chaos of sounds. The bell rang.
As she walked down the hall, Cady caught a sneaky glance. Gretchen was peeking out from behind a metal locker and watching her. She decided to talk to her.
Cady leaned against a cold metal locker. The noisy hallway slowly calmed down, and she focused on Gretchen.
"Listen, you're dating Regina George, right?" a classmate asked, pulling Cady to her. Her curls bounced excitedly.
Cady looked around in confusion. Could she trust her?...
Cady was ready to distract her with a compliment, but Gretchen was quicker.
"I know. Regina George told me herself." Gretchen whispered, her eyes shining, entranced by the secret.
Cady shuddered, feeling something warm flood her body. It was nice to know that Regina's friends knew what was going on between them, too. It meant that she admitted Cady Heron's presence in her life. She was not one of those whom Regina ruthlessly manipulated.
Gretchen smiled sympathetically as she watched her friend cover her face with her hand, trying to hide the blush.
"Cady." Gretchen put her hands on her friend's shoulders, trying to get her attention. "Cady, she's… she's just using you." Gretchen pressed her hands into her shoulders.
"She'll use you and throw you away like Aaron Samuels and Shane Oman!" Gretchen exclaimed in confusion, shaking Cady's shoulders as if trying to wake her up.
The words cut painfully into her mind. Cady felt shivers run down her spine.
It was not true. It couldn't be true. Gretchen was wrong!
Regina's kindness and frankness could not have been a vile lie!
"Cady, don't let yourself be fooled. Please be careful." Gretchen pleaded. "Don't make the same mistakes as Janis Ian."
Later, Cady looked at Janis Ian with unspoken sadness.
"Maybe I made a mistake?" she muttered, wringing her hands. "But I really like her."
"Regina George is a walking mistake. Not you." Janis said, "And not me. It's a good thing to fall in love with girls."
"No offense, Damian," she added and laughed.
"Yes, Cady, you better move on," Damian advised. "A beast like Regina George doesn't deserve a second of your attention."
Cady could have argued, but a sneaky spasm tightened her throat. She'd be eating lunch alone today.
"What difference does it make if she doesn't really care about me?" she thought and took a bite of the bar. "Janis was right."
"Cady, is that you?" came Mrs. Norbury's voice from behind the bathroom stall.
The student came out of the restroom and looked at the teacher guiltily.
"Is everything okay?" Mrs. asked.
"I can go to the competition," Cady mumbled, avoiding eye contact with the caring eyes.
"If you want to. The team is waiting for you outside." the teacher said.
Her girlfriend was waiting for Cady with the team.
"God, that math got to you," Regina said, feeling Cady tremble in her arms. She must have been crying. "Don't worry, it's just numbers." Regina reminded her and patted Cady's shoulder sympathetically.
"When you like something, you involuntarily worry about it," Cady said.
"That's stupid." Regina disagreed.
"But it's worth it," Cady assured me, her eyes twinkling sadly.
She returned home with a draw.
That day, Regina will return home with nothing.
When you like someone, you feel doubt and fear. Regina couldn't tell if all the little things she needed to forget were worth the pain.
"Should we also fake the breakup?" Cady asked.
"No, I think it's already too real," Regina replied.
It was hard for both of them to speak.
"Yeah." Cady exhaled. "But still? What's the reason?"
"Hmm." Regina thought about it.
There was no particular reason because she generally wanted it to continue.
"Let's say I was an idiot you couldn't handle," Regina suggested.
In fact, she was the idiot that Cady fell in love with. And now Regina doesn't even look like one.
"Okay." Cady agreed.
"Yeah, okay." Regina looked at Cady's hand sadly. She didn't want her to leave.
"Goodbye?" the blonde exclaimed in confusion.
"Yeah, goodbye," Cady said and walked away. Her tears dripped onto the cold asphalt, but Regina couldn't see them because she was walking the other way.
Regina couldn't understand why she liked Cady Heron's silly naivete, empathy, and simple kindness. These qualities should have repelled her. Cady had helped her get better, dealt with her anger, and even explained math to her. Even though she had every right to hate her.
Regina George was deeply indifferent to limits and functions, she didn't care about how she spoke to people, and she didn't even care if she would recover. In general, no one would have come to her funeral of their own accord. People pleased her, but no one really loved her, and could not be able to love her because of the fear she caused. Regina George was a monster and that's the truth. It's good that Cady left.
Cady was an unattainable limit. She could get infinitely close to Cady, but Regina would never be equal to her.
"Why are you so sad, dear?" Mrs. George asked.
"I broke up with Cady Heron," Regina confessed.
"Why?" the mother was confused, "Cady seemed so nice to me."
"Because I'm an idiot," Regina explained.
"Hush-hush, don't be so rude about yourself, honey." Mrs. George hugged her daughter. "Maybe you would rather have fun with your class and go to the theater this weekend?"
Regina was freed from the captivity of plastic boobs.
"No," she said. She had had enough of theater.
But she missed Cady Heron like hell.
She missed her so much that she didn't notice her hand reaching for the pen to solve the horrible expression.
"If you solve this, I'll owe you a kiss." Cady Heron's inner voice reminded her.
Tears soaked a dozen sheets of paper with different solutions. Each one had a different answer: -2, -1, 0, and even -2/0. Regina couldn't understand how it happened.
Why did she now care more about the fake relationships than the real ones? Why had their relationship been set in such a direction? Why did Regina George want them to continue, despite the limit?
This is crazy.
Their fake relationship was coming to a terrible end. And their fake relationship was real.
The expression mocked Regina.
The limit was feeling good: it was approaching zero. The limit was feeling good: it does not exist...
"There is no limit!" Regina realized. Her heart did a crazy dance with joy.
Of course, there was no limit! She really liked Cady Heron, and nothing could stop her from doing so. Whoever said that everything had to take such a painful direction, huh? There wasn't some crazy mathematician in heaven controlling their fates like numbers. And even if there was, Regina didn't care about him. Let her get hit by a school bus again, let the whole school hate her again. If she was with Cady Heron, it would be worth it.
"Mom! Take me to the theater!" Regina George exclaimed. "Please," she added, coming to her senses.
"Please move already!" Regina George pleaded with the cars around her. They hid the school bus in traffic.
Regina could not sit still. It seemed that if she was late for the theater, her life would be meaningless. Even though she had given up on the theater, she couldn't give up on Cady Heron. After waiting for ten minutes, Regina impatiently slipped off her seat belt.
If there had been wireless phones back then, she would have called Cady Heron and found out that the bus was 300 meters away from her car.
Regina went out, but after passing a dozen cars, she returned without success.
"Mom, don't get mad, but I'm going to climb on the hood," she said.
Mrs. George was left watching with her mouth agape.
Regina didn't know if Cady could hear her, but she would make sure the whole world knew.
"The limit does not exist!" The cry sent birds flying off the electronic wires, made cats crawl out of trashcans, and made children cry.
It made Cady Heron shudder.
"Please wait," she asked the driver. "Regina George is running late."
"Regina George is the only one who gave up theater, Cady." Mrs. Norbury gently reminded her.
"She changed her mind," Cady explained excitedly.
The driver and Mrs. Norbury didn't believe her. Janis and Damian didn't believe her. Gretchen and Karen didn't believe her. No one believed Cady Heron.
Only her heart was beating frantically when the driver couldn't get the engine to start.
The bus believed Cady Heron. The bus waited for Regina George.
"Open up!" Cady shouted, catching sight of the girl in the window. She flew out of the bus.
"I knew it!" Cady smiled with all her teeth. "I knew you could solve it!"
"Not without tears," Regina said. "But when you like someone, the experience is worth it."
"Who is it?" green eyes lit up playfully, studying Regina's lips.
"You," Regina confessed and pulled Cady closer by her waist.
"I want to go out with you. Cady, I really like you," she whispered.
"Okay. But after that, the school will hate us completely." Cady gently reminded her.
"I don't care. I won't even see them next year." Regina assured her and added, "In for a penny, in for a pound."
Cady giggled and pulled her into a kiss.
To be honest, kissing Cady Heron felt like kissing a washing machine, but Regina didn't mind. She loved the feel of Cady's warm hands on her neck, loved the way her body shuddered, and loved the feeling that Cady just loved her.
"Grool," Cady said smiling.
Regina George giggled. She liked Cady Heron's smile, her simplicity and sincerity.