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Regina applied one more coat of lipgloss before examining herself head to toe in the mirror. She smoothed out her pink halter top and denim mini skirt, the perfect outfit for Sam Wallace’s party - the last summer celebration before her junior year at North Shore started.
She’d escaped upstairs for some peace, quiet, and a bathroom where no one had yet thrown up in the toilet. It was in a guest room that was off limits to most people - but she wasn’t most people. She was Regina George.
She flipped open her pink Motorola Razr, telling herself she was checking the time. What she was actually hoping to find was a text from Aaron, but no dice. Sure, she was seeing Shane Oman at the moment, but they both knew she’d drop him in a second to get back with Aaron. All he needed to do was text her. Sighing, she reached for the door handle to leave until she heard some commotion just outside the door.
“This is what happens to freaks who crash private parties!”
That was the last thing she heard before having someone thrown at her and the door slamming shut, finding herself and some other body stumbling backwards into the bathtub.
“What the fuck?!” She hissed as she tried to find her bearings. What she found was the face of some guy staring back at her, his body covering her own. “Would you get off of me?!”
He lingered for a second before finally peeling his body off of hers and standing, offering her his hand for assistance. She didn’t take it, instead rolling her eyes and heading straight for the door and not giving him a second glance. When she tried turning the door handle, it didn’t budge. After a few more seconds of violent knob-twisting, the horrible reality dawned on her.
“I think they locked us in here,” the mystery man spoke.
Regina once again rolled her eyes and turned on her heels towards him. “No shit, Sherlock,” she spat. “And for the record, they didn’t lock us in here, just you. I just happened to be the innocent bystander.”
For the first time since this debacle had begun, Regina fully took in the guy she had the misfortune of being stuck in an enclosed space with. He looked positively dreadful in those ripped black jeans and distressed t-shirt that read “Loded Diper,” whatever that meant. And to top it all off, he was wearing way too much eyeliner and severely needed to brush out the mess of dark hair on his head.
If he took better care of himself he could actually be cute, Regina thought to herself before quickly stuffing that thought back down from wherever it came from. She must have hit her head pretty hard to be having insane thoughts like that.
She needed to get out of there. Regina searched her Louis Vuitton pouchette for her phone to call Gretchen and Karen, but it wasn’t in there. It wasn’t in her pocket either.
“Do you see a phone somewhere?” She asked as she scanned the bathroom.
“Uh, no,” he responded as he started searching the large bathroom himself. “Oh shit,” he muttered under his breath.
“What, did you find it?”
“Well, yes, but I don’t think you’re gonna like it…” She followed his gaze down to the open toilet. She scoffed when she spotted her pink phone submerged in the bottom of the bowl.
“Are you gonna keep standing there or are you going to reach in there and get it?” Regina asked, astounded by his lack of action.
“Why should I? It’s your phone.”
“And it’s your fault that it’s in there!”
He laughed. “How exactly is that?”
“Oh, I don’t know, let’s see. You crashed a party, got yourself thrown into a bathroom and knocked me over and sent my phone flying into a toilet. Did I spell that out enough for you?”
It enraged her more that he was clearly amused by this whole thing, and seemed to be enjoying the way she was talking to him. She wanted to slap that stupid smirk off his face.
“Okay, you got me there,” he finally acquiesced and dug her phone out of the toilet bowl. Regina took a disgusted step back when he tried to hand it to her.
“Are you some sort of idiot? Maybe try drying it off first.”
He followed her orders, then tried to hand it back to her for the second time. “On second thought, why don’t you open it up and see if it’s working.”
He once again obeyed, and she stepped closer to see for herself. Close enough to catch his scent–sweat mixed with the faint odor of Axe body spray. She expected it to make her recoil, but to her surprise, it was actually… okay. She must be more concussed than she thought.
He could smell her too, catching a whiff of mixed florals and vanilla. He flipped open the phone and started pressing buttons, but he honestly didn’t care. Instead he watched as she intently watched her phone for any signs of life, wisps of her perfect blonde hair falling in front of her face.
“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me!” She said, storming away from him (which wasn’t very far, considering they were still stuck in the bathroom), her hair hitting him in the face as she turned quickly. So that’s what smells like flowers, Rodrick thought to himself. He had to keep himself from getting a hard on as she walked away, angrily shifting her hips from side to side, heels clacking on the polished tile. “You owe me a new phone,” Regina snarled, turning back to face him. “God! I’m gonna be stuck in here all night!”
“Calm down, princess–”
“Do not tell me to calm down!”
“Okay, okay…” he raised his arms in surrender. “It’s fine, I have my phone, I’ll call someone and get us out of here.”
“Oh great, so the whole merry band of goth freaks will come and crash this party, amazing idea!” She said sarcastically.
“Good point, I won’t call them then,” Rodrink teased.
Regina stared daggers at him. “Call. Them. Now.”
Rodrick opened his own phone and dialed the one person he knew in North Shore, and Regina sauntered back over to the mirror to assess any damage. Everything was mostly fine–hair slightly tousled, but in a chic way, lipgloss still intact.
“Hey, Janis…”
Janis? Janis Ian? Regina pretended to fix her makeup in the mirror, feigning disinterest in the phone conversation happening a few feet away from her. Wheels turned in her head, thinking up devious ideas. Who was this guy and how did he know Janis Ian?
“I’m at this party, I think his name is Sean? Wait yeah, Sam–got locked in a bathroom.” Regina heard raucous laughter, ostensibly from Janis through the phone. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Can you come get me out?” Pause. “Please, I’ll make it worth your while…”
Oh, now this was something. Did Regina find herself locked in the bathroom with someone depraved enough to have interest in Janis Ian? The night seemed to be looking up for her, flush with evil possibilities.
“Thank you. I owe you big time,” Rodrick said before hanging up. “There you go, princess. You’ll be back out there getting shitfaced with the rest of the Abercrombie models before you know it. A ‘thank you’ might be nice.”
“Oh, please,” Regina scoffed. “First, I don’t have to thank you for getting me out of a mess you put me in. Second, I don’t get ‘shitfaced.’ That’s for sloppy, desperate girls who don’t care that alcohol makes you bloated. I happen to have more self-respect than that.”
“Geez, you sound fun.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Why did she care?
“I just think you should let yourself have some fun and not obsess over how it makes you look to other people.”
That kind of stung, but Regina wasn’t one to show when something affected her. “And I should take advice from you? I mean, you’re clearly new here if you thought you could show up to a private party where you didn’t know anyone and think nobody would be the wiser.”
“Well, I actually am new here–”
“Oh, I’m sorry, did I give you the impression that I care? Because I don’t,” Regina said, cutting him off with her signature biting tone and sickly sweet smile. Rodrick just smirked in response, and couldn’t think of anything to say beyond that. They held each other’s gaze, locked in a battle of wills of sorts, only to be broken by a familiar voice on the other side of the door.
“Rodrick, you in there?”
Showtime.
“Yeah, I’m in he–” Before he could reach the door and finish his sentence, Regina pulled him in by the collar of his shirt and crushed her lips upon his. It took him a second to process what was happening, but when he did, he wrapped his arms around Regina and met her with equal passion. They both heard the door finally open, but Regina stayed glued to him for another few seconds before breaking away. She turned towards Janis, leaving Rodrick completely dumbfounded. Her back to his, she looked Janis up and down before wiping her lips with her thumb. After an amused exhale, she stepped right past Janis like she wasn’t even there, before turning back for one last piece of the scene she put on.
“See you around, Rodrick.” With a final flip of golden hair, she walked off.
Janis and Rodrick stood there, frozen and confused.
“Dude. What. The. Fuck.”
“Janis, I am right there with you.”
“Do you even know who that is?”
“I dunno, an angel?” He had suddenly forgotten the verbal abuse just minutes earlier.
“Idiot,” Janis sighed before continuing. “That’s Satan incarnate. Regina George.”
Regina George, Rodrick thought to himself.
“Huh. Who knew the devil had a great rack?”
Janis punched him in the arm. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”