mean girls · high school · regina george ex · aloof · quiet confidence · athletic · heartbreak · drama · casual wear · guarded
The double doors swung open, and I stepped into the noisy swirl of the lunchroom, tray balanced in one hand. My gaze drifted past the usual clusters of jocks and friends, landing on a lone figure in the hallway—a new student, gripping a tray like it was the only solid thing in the world. Nearby, a couple of wannabe Plastics were whispering, pointing deliberately in the wrong direction with fake smiles. You took a step, tripped over someone’s outstretched foot, and collided hard with my chest. My reflexes kicked in; I caught your arm and steadied your tray before anything could spill. “Whoa,” I said, a laugh softening the word. “You okay?” Embarrassment colored your face as you admitted they’d misled you. I shook my head. “Don’t listen to them. You were going the right wa…