'Haven't you ever heard of closing the goddamn door?'

By Remi

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Her eyes burned down on Un, like a those of predator approaching its prey. It somewhat reminded her of the bright light from earlier. Regina was the almighty. She wore a crown, standing on a metaphorical high stoop that made her feel she was better than anyone else. That's why Un hated her. Not quite as much as Janis did, but it was close. Un placed the camera down and stood, so they were the same height. There was no way she was going to let this girl intimidate her.

"Can I help you?" she asked, an eyebrow raised. Even though she had absolutely no idea where she was or why she was there, Regina didn't know that.

The blonde snatched the photo out of Un's hand without even looking down at it. She placed it in the pocket of the pink jacket she was wearing that day and glared at her for a few seconds before speaking.

"Step down. This is my house, remember? Just because you're at the bottom in your own doesn't mean you can be in charge at mine. Understood?"

Un pursed her lips. If she knew how to get to her own home (or to Janis') from Regina's house, she would've slapped her across the face right then and there. Instead, though, she nodded and sat down. The other girl went back to giving Karen a makeover with help from Cady and Gretchen.

Now was the time she could investigate. Regina was no longer standing over her, so Un got up again and wandered the room, nearly silently. If the others heard her, it could potentially ruin everything. A dresser, a vanity, a bed that looked like Poppy from Trolls threw up on it. The room was neat. But god, how did no one else feel queasy being surrounded by this much of one color? Or maybe it was the overwhelming stench of perfume that filled the air making her sick to her stomach. Yep. Probably the perfume.

Un used the top front of her t-shirt to cover her nose and mouth so she wasn't inhaling all of that. If she vomited now, Regina wouldn't be happy. There was more searching. Going through drawers, bags, school folders, and such just to find the date. Oh, and the answers to the math test they were going to have on Tuesday. Those were folded and she tucked them into her front jean pocket before continuing on. After what felt like hours, she spotted it. How could she have not seen it before? Hidden in plain sight, on the wall next to a mirror, there was a calendar. Hopefully, it was up-to-date. October 3rd. Okay. One week. Something she could work with.

You might be wondering how this all made logical sense to her. It didn't. Un was beyond confused. But as long as she told herself that she understood what was going on, she could convince herself that it was true. Worrying about what happened wasn't going to help her now. She needed to figure out what was going on in the present. Why she was with The Plastics. What'd happened this week that changed everything so drastically? Where did Cady come from?

Now that she knew the date, Un walked back to where she'd been sitting on Regina's bed. There was a denim jacket there that she recognized. Janis had complimented her on it a few days- On November 24th. Well, she complimented her on the Panic! At The Disco patch that was sewn on the shoulder.

Suddenly feeling cold, Un pulled the jacket on. It was then that she realized the patch was gone. She'd probably taken it out so she could hang out with Regina and the others. Her hand ran over the spot where it used to sit, and she wondered where she put it. Once she got home, she'd put it back on. Yeah.

When she took a step towards the half of the room that she hadn't thoroughly searched yet, something jingled in her pockets. Another thing she hadn't thought of. Man, her head was really in the clouds today. Even though she already had goosebumps from the chilly air, Un took the jacket back off and shook it upside down. Multiple other photos fell out, and she picked one up. Her with Regina, and only them. Except her hair was long and had auburn highlights. Now it was a dark chocolatey brown, wavy, and only long enough to reach her chin. It had been for ages. Apparently not. Un flipped it over. The date was written in red ink on the back. October 1st of that year. So, recently. Huh.

There was more to this. There /had/ to be. In desperate need of answers, Un tossed the photo on the ground. It lay in the heap of random things (her keys, phone, wallet, coins from different places, and more photos. Tons of photos.) while she searched the other side. Halfway through rummaging through a drawer, Un felt someone grab onto her wrist and dig their nails in. Their long, sharp, pointy nails. Ouch.

She hadn't even heard her come in. Of course she hadn't heard her come in. Regina was sly, stealthy. That's how she got away with so much. And the door was wide open. The blonde forcefully pulled her away from the door and slammed it shut, taking authority again. Instead of seeing unrelinquishing anger in Regina's eyes, though, Un saw her smirk.

"Really, if you were going to snoop, you should've been more careful. Didn't anyone ever teach you to close the goddamn door?"

"Didn't anyone ever teach you how to be nice?" she retaliated. It was a bad choice. Regina had her gather her things and threw her out of the house. Literally. She physically picked her up, threw her out, and kicked her when she was on the ground. How she was strong enough to do that, we may never know.

Once the door was closed, Un pulled up the left side of her shirt to look at where the blonde got her. She brought her fingertips to it and touched it lightly, wincing when she did so. It was going to leave a bruise. Now, the crescent moon indents on her arm from Regina's nails were the least of her problems. Un from November 26th had never been with the plastics before and had no idea how to get home from there. What was she supposed to do?