I don't own Mean Girls. Fuck, this is so random. This is excessively short because it's 2:21 in the morning and I'm totally exhausted, but planning to write more. Alright, enjoy!
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Bothered.
Bothered was how Regina George felt whenever she dared to glance at Cady Heron. It was frustration, it was rage, it was anger, it was exhaustion—desire had mixed in there, a thief in the night come to swipe away her dignity.
After being hit by a bus, after reforming into the school's well-known girl-jock, after being and becoming and being, yet again, one thing about Regina's life remained consistent.
Her name was Cady Heron, that one thing.
Coincidentally, there was only one thing Regina George wanted.