Requested?: Yes, by @Riverclan_

Title: Lunchtime Encounters

(y/n)'s POV

I didn't know how life became so insane at North Shore High, but here I was. A new girl had arrived this year, Cady Heron from Africa who took my school by storm. If I thought things were insane with Plastics drama before she came, I had a big storm coming.

Our school's recent history was wild, with Regina George gaining weight and becoming a meme after their annual talent show performance. I felt bad for her, but nobody ever stood up for people at this school, or you'd be eaten alive.

Now where did I fit in with this hierarchy at school? Was I a plastic, or close to them in status? Well, no. I was practically the bottom of the food chain. No friends, barely even acquaintances with losers like Janis Sarkisian, the girl I took art with.

And yet here I was, in the present. I sat alone at my normal table, just a three-seated one in the back. Regina couldn't even sit with the Plastics after breaking one of their stupid rules. And I saw her storm my way, towards the back. I figured she'd sit at one of the many empty tables, and boy was I wrong.

She plopped her tray on the table that I was at, and sat down at a seat across from me, examining me carefully.

My eyes went wide as I looked at her, then down at my lunch.

"What's your name?" She barked impatiently, and when I looked up frantically she looked annoyed, but expectant.

"Oh! I, I'm... umm... (y/n)! Yeah, that. (y/n) (l/n)!" I squeaked, adjusting my big glasses as they descended down my nose slightly.

"Aren't you sure?" She asked, and I could hear her rolling her eyes when I looked back down to my tray. I could also feel the many gazes of my confused classmates burning into my skin.

"Well yeah I just... people don't really talk to me. Why are you here?" I gained a tiny bit of confidence as I spoke.

"Because Regina George's friends may be bitches who kicked her out of her own table, but Regina George doesn't eat alone. And you don't look all that judgmental anyway." She gestured to me, making me hyper aware that I looked like a total nerd. Today I was wearing a soft oversized gray sweater, with light wash jeans, a matching denim jacket, and a black beanie with my (h/l) hair poking out softly. It didn't help that I always wore my round wire glasses and rainbow converse.

"Thank you?" I said awkwardly, before eating a spoonful of soup from my warm thermos.

"Not in a mean way, loser. I just mean you look nice, not the type to laugh me out of the cafeteria." She said.

"Oh, yeah I guess. I get that a lot. I mean, mostly the looking nice part from my baby cousins who use me as a human shield, but yeah," I said, looking up at her. She had a softer look on her face now, more content than burning with rage.

"Well, they're certainly not liars. I don't see why you sit alone, you seem perfectly fine. Sure you're shy but there's tons of shy people here right?"

"Well yeah, but I don't like approaching people and people rarely start conversations with me, so friends are few and far between. Plus I mostly just talk about weird artsy stuff, people don't think I'm interesting," I explained awkwardly. It was weird, having a decent conversation with Regina George of all people.

"But you look like a boss-ass bitch, I don't see why you're not as popular as me, and everyone's not in love with you or something." Regina proclaimed, making my face heat up.

"Yeah no, I'm less of a girl next door and more of a weird art creep." I laughed uncomfortably. It also didn't help that I gave off raging lesbian vibes, according to an internet friend of mine. Which was fair, because I was indeed a raging lesbian. I can't help it that girls are really pretty, okay?

"You seem pretty girl next door to me." Regina said softly, and I felt her foot softly brush against mine. My heart skipped a beat and a tucked my feet backward under my chair, figuring she needed more space.

"Oh, thanks. But this has been all about me, sorry! How are you and Aaron going?" I asked softly, tilting my head. I didn't want to know, because for some reason I felt this pain in my chest at the thought of Regina's boyfriend. I saw her deflate.

"We're fine. But I'm not sure I'm that into him." She said after a long second of looking at one another.

"Really? Why is that? He seems like a real catch." I whispered. I didn't know why I was whispering, though.

"I don't know, I just feel like I'm only dating him to make my friend jealous, which is a real bitch move, I know. I'm just... I'm not sure I like boys." She explained softly, leaning in and whispering quietly. I felt a smile pull at the corners of my lips and my face burn. Regina George could be a lesbian, just like me.

"I'm glad you told me. If it makes you feel any better, I'm a huge lesbian." I comforted. Sure, normally I couldn't get sentences out in front of people but Regina was surprisingly easy to talk to and the gay bond made it easier to speak to her. I didn't know why, but just knowing we're not alone really bonds people.

I noticed her staring at me with wide eyes, and I panicked. What if I heard her wrong, or she had some internalized homophobia and got mad at me for being gay?

"Wow, okay. Who knew such a stunning girl would be into girls?" She said after a moment, leaning in closer. I felt my cheeks heat up exponentially, like as in it felt as if my face was on fire. My heart skipped a beat, and I swiped my hands on my jeans to get rid of some sweat.

"Are you... flirting with me? While you've got a-uhh, a boyfriend?" I choked out, wanting to tear my gaze from hers but I couldn't, her eyes were staring deeply into my soul.

"I guess I am. I was gonna break it off with him soon enough anyway, I figure he likes my friend. After that ends, what do you say to me treating you to lunch?" She offered. Should I say yes? I mean, she just met me and she literally asked me out while in a relationship.

"Regina, you're really great and stuff but we just met and-" I started awkwardly.

"Dates are to get to know each other, and I think you're interesting. Please?" She gave me puppy dog eyes, and puppy dog eyes were my weakness. How did she know that? She couldn't have, it must've been some lucky guess.

"Fine, just don't use me as a reason when you tell him why you're breaking up, okay? I don't like that kind of attention. But yes, I'd like to go out with you." I said confidently. How did I do that? I normally couldn't say things confidently, especially to the queen of the school who I literally just met.

Sure, we'd coexisted (kinda) before, but we never talked. She was in my English class in eighth grade, and my biology class freshman year, but that was just class, nothing particularly special.

"Great, if you give me your number I can tell you when it's all over." She said, even having the audacity to throw me a little wink. I rolled my eyes playfully before taking a slip of paper and a mechanical pencil from my backpack, scribbling it down before writing "(y/n) 🖤" above the number. I set it down lightly in front of her and went back to eating my lunch, like I set out 20 minutes ago to do.

It was wild that within 15 minutes I'd formally met, bonded with, come out to, and scored a date with Regina George. I must've been dreaming, and at this point I really didn't want to wake up. So I discreetly pulled up my sleeve and pinched my wrist, surprised at the jolt of pain I felt. This was as real as the rest of my weird, artsy, isolated existence. A smile tugged at the corners of my lips at this knowledge, that this was real, that Regina George was gay and into me. What a marvelous thought to have.

The bell rang, interrupting my inner monologue. I packed up my stuff into my lunchbox that I tucked into my soft light gray backpack. I wasn't exactly a fan of colors, unlike Regina who was decked out in pink and sky blue.

"Alas, parting is such sweet sorrow. I say goodnight, til it be morrow." I said dramatically, pulling the backpack onto my shoulders. She raised an eyebrow at my strange goodbye but I just waved before disappearing into the crowd, weaving my way through and leaving her alone.

Regina's POV

I was dumbfounded. I'd never met someone who was so interesting and cute, let alone quoted Shakespeare at me. And this was a girl no less.

Figuring out my sexuality was hard, and definitely confusing. But meeting (y/n) made one thing clear in my mind.

I most certainly liked girls. Bi, pan, gay, whatever. All I knew is that girl was very attractive and I wanted to kiss her. Sure I just met her, but I knew I did, and I knew we would work well together. Us as a pair was as unlikely as could be, but I knew that it would just work. We just... clicked, you know? We had good chemistry, and I liked talking to her.

Now the task at hand was breaking things off with Aaron, but that wouldn't be too hard. I knew neither of us were in love with the other, it was all for show and status.

So I was on a mission. Today, after school, I was leaving Aaron. And this weekend I was taking (y/n) out to lunch whether the bitches at this school liked it or not.

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