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It was October 29th, 2005 in Evanston, Illinois. Saturday night. Everyone who was anyone was at Regina George’s mini mansion, throwing back drinks like it was the end of the world. Everyone was dressed up in costumes ranging from scary to slutty. Regina was no exception, dabbing on more lipgloss in the mirror of her bathroom while the party raged on downstairs. After that she adjusted the top of her costume, deciding that this year she was going to be a cheerleader for the party. The perfect mix of slutty and athletic in her opinion. Today she had to be perfect. Focus her energy on being the hottest girl here, just for old times sake. For no reason in particular.
Okay, maybe there was a reason.
Shane Oman dumped her last week, and he was going to be here at the party tonight despite the explicit lack of invitation. So she was going to make him regret his decision to either come here tonight or break up with her. Either way she was going to be the hottest girl at her party.
A knock on her door interrupted her thoughts, making her glance up. Before she could say anything it opened, revealing Savannah Cox. Savannah was on the lacrosse team with her and was generally a decent friend, if not a little overbearing sometimes.
“Hey girl, just a heads up, Oman is here.” She stated, closing the door behind her and crossing her arms, looking Regina up and down. She was wearing a football player costume, something very unusual especially compared to the costumes her and her old friends wore the previous year. She was taller than Regina with long black hair and brown eyes. Her black eyebrows scrunched up as she took in Regina’s outfit. “What are you wearing?”
“I’m a cheerleader.” Regina stated simply, going back to the mirror and touching up her eyebrows, taming any stray hairs that dared defy her. “Is he here with that bit – girl, Ashley Burrows?”
Savannah nodded, making Regina groan. “She’s not even dressed up. She’s just wearing a little red cocktail dress with a cat tail and ears.”
Sounded like something Regina wore in the past. She rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Anyone cute here?”
Savannah shrugged. “I mean, not really. There’s a few dudes in masks, though.”
“Perf.” Regina said, finally stepping away from the mirror and taking one last look at herself before turning to Savannah. “Well?” She struck a pose.
Savannah shrugged again. “You look like a slutty cheerleader.”
“Good. Come on, let's show these people what a party looks like.” Regina declared, strutting over to her friend and winding an arm with her.
The two of them headed downstairs and into the main foyer, which was overrun with people and insanely crowded. Bodies mashed together, drinks were flowing, and the music was bumping. The perfect party for the end of the school year. Everyone was a senior, they were set to graduate this year, prom was a few months away, she wouldn’t be in another cast or so help her–
Someone bumping into her broke her thoughts, which was starting to get annoying. She wasn’t in the mood, despite throwing this huge party herself. She really wasn’t looking forward to seeing her ex and his new squeeze.
“Sorry!” Whoever bumped into her called out before disappearing into the sea of people.
Regina rolled her eyes and dragged Savannah into the kitchen, finding the vodka easily and pouring herself a drink.
“I wonder if Tatum is gonna be here,” Savannah remarked casually, mixing herself a drink with Regina.
“Tatum Everich? Isn’t she supposed to be in Michigan?” Regina asked, brows furrowing a little.
“Oh shit, that’s right. Never mind then.” Savannah said, taking a swig of her drink. “Come on, let’s dance or something.”
Considering her only other option was moping with alcohol, she linked her arm with Savannah’s again and headed to the living room. The sweet taste of fruit juice with the sting of vodka was just what she needed. The music was so loud it was practically vibrating the floors from the bass.
As she and Savannah danced several guys tried interrupting them, but in Regina’s eyes they just weren’t cute enough. Maybe she needed more drinks to find any of them attractive, yet not too much to the point where she’d slip below her status. Despite no longer being a Plastic, she still had something of a reputation to uphold. She was still rich and beautiful – a classic 10 out of 10 – and she needed to keep it that way.
Suddenly, on her third drink when she was feeling good and a little buzzed, someone came running through the crows shouting “LIVE MUSIC IN THE GARAGE!”
Several people cheered and started filtering out of the house, but Regina found her blood starting to boil. This was her party, and she sure as hell didn’t hire anyone to play music here.
Savannah could clearly read her face, because she tugged at Regina’s elbow. “Come on, let loose a little. Let’s go check it out. Who knows, what if they’re really really good?”
Reluctantly Regina rolled her eyes and followed her friend and several other people outside. The air was chilly and nipped at her exposed waist, legs, and arms, but the alcohol in her bloodstream kept her from registering just how cold it was. The crowd was headed for the garage, where her dad kept his vintage car collection. In a brief, sober moment of clarity, she worried that someone would ruin one of them.
“HEY! If anyone touches any of my dad’s cars, I will kick your ass!” She screamed over the noise of the crowd. A couple people glanced over their shoulders at her, and a few even gave her a thumbs up. She might not be the queen bee she used to be, but she knew she was still intimidating. After years of manipulation and destroying other’s reputations, everyone knew what she was capable of.
Luckily for her, or everyone else honestly, the cars were under tarps and against the back walls, looking untouched. There was a small elevated platform that was used to house her dad’s baby, Marissa, but her parents had taken Marissa and Regina’s little sister to Wisconsin for the weekend. Now in its place stood a band setup with a few guys getting their gear ready.
Regina made a face until the music registered. It wasn’t her usual type of music, and definitely not her taste. It was a heavy metal or rock band, she wasn’t sure and she didn’t really care for it. The band itself was all guys from what she could tell, all of them dressed up. The guitarist reminded her of Cady from the year before; a zombie groom. The lead singer was wearing clown facepaint, the bassist was a vampire, and the drummer was wearing a ghostface mask and regular clothes.
Everyone was cheering for it, despite her initial disgust. Even Savannah was nodding her head in time with the beat of the drums. Regina frowned, but allowed it to happen. Everyone seemed to be enjoying the music and the party was going smoothly, and she hadn’t run into–
“Don’t look. Ex and Ashley, three o’clock.” Savannah suddenly hissed into her ear.
Not listening to her friend in the slightest, Regina turned her head and saw just that. Shane and Ashley grinding against each other, practically chewing each other’s faces off. Like Savannah had said, Ashley was wearing a cheap cocktail dress that unfortunately complimented her dirty blonde hair. Shane was dressed like a werewolf with his mask hanging from his belt. Her stomach churned with disgusting jealousy, mouth suddenly bitter. She wanted to confront the bitch and her ex for even showing up, but now wasn’t the time or place. She wasn’t going to ruin her own party. So she turned back to the music, trying to act like she was having a good time.
The thought of grabbing the nearest guy and making out with him did occur, but it wasn’t appealing. Besides, everyone was sweaty and gross. She didn’t need or even want that. So she just kept drinking from her cup and nodding her head with Savannah.
“They’re actually kinda good!” She shouted into Regina’s ear, breath hot and smelling like alcohol.
Regina just nodded, unwilling to kill her friend’s good time. She focused her attention on the music, trying her best to ignore Shane and Ashley that weren’t even ten feet away. Nope, she was going to ignore them. They didn’t matter.
So she danced. She drank her cup and danced with the crowd. Once her cup was gone she refilled it because someone brought a punch bowl out to the garage. The music was loud, almost too loud for her, but it was a nice distraction.
Once her fourth cup ran out, she made her way over to the punch bowl, weaving between the bodies when someone bumped into her. She ignored it initially – the band was doing a great job at hyping up the crowd – but when a hand met the small of her back she whipped around, only for the color to drain from her face. Shane Oman’s hand was touching her.
“Hey, cool party!” He called out over the noise, looking thoroughly sloshed.
Regina grimaced and swatted his hand away. “What do you want?”
He blinked for a second, then that stupid, adorable smile spread across his face. “I was just complimenting your party!” Then he leaned closer and she could smell the beer on his breath. “You look really good, by the way.”
She bit her lip. “What about Ashley?”
Then his eyes got wide and he looked over his shoulder, muttering “Shit” under his breath before quickly leaving, abandoning her to the party.
She frowned, heart sinking deep into her stomach and she felt like she was going to be sick. Just as she was taking a deep breath, the music stopped.
“Alright everyone, we’re gonna take a little break! We’ll be back in fifteen!” The singer declared, and that was as good of an excuse that she was going to get. She threw her cup onto the ground and stormed away, out of the garage and into the cold night air.
She made her way back into the house and was pleased that there weren’t a whole lot of people inside. Most of them had migrated to the garage, but quite a few still remained. She wanted to find someone to make out with, and soon, but first she needed a new drink.
She ran upstairs and went into her locked room, searching through her dresser for her own personal stash of high-quality liquor. Now, she knew she shouldn’t mix the low-quality with the high-quality stuff, but she wanted something stronger.
After taking a shot she felt better, letting out a sigh through her nose. Everything in her wanted to go out to the garage and tell Ashley just what Shane had said, to stir the pot, to spill the drama, but she was supposed to be better. She was trying to be better, at least. So instead, she went over to her bed, sat down, and pulled her diary out from under her pillow.
Ever since the Burn Book incident, she kept a diary to write all the mean, nasty, ugly thoughts that she had. It was healthier, at least that’s what people told her. That way she could vent her frustration without ruining lives, even if in that moment she really wanted to ruin Shane’s life.
October 29th, 2005.
Stupid Shane came to my party with his whore, Ashley Burrows. They were basically eating each other’s faces and effing out in public. Then he has the nerve to tell me I look good in my outfit, which he’s right about, but then when I asked about his little pretty new plaything he got all panicked and ran back to her like a little bitch.
Now I’m sitting alone in my room writing in this stupid book. I want to ruin their lives, but I’m trying to be the bigger person. I mean, if someone else ruined that relationship I totally wouldn’t be against it, but who would do that when everyone here knows everyone? It’s not like there’s any new kids here.
I need to get laid.
She sighed and slipped the diary back under her pillow, feeling a little better, begrudgingly. Then she got up, went over to the mirror and adjusted herself, and went back downstairs.
As she hit the last step the alcohol really hit her. She wasn’t going to be sick like before, but damn, she felt so much better. There was no sign of Shane or Ashley, and figured they were still in the garage with a lot of the other people. She decided to check on the punch bowl, but on her way to the kitchen ran into a solid body.
She gasped as she stumbled back, but a hand on her back steadied her. She blinked up at her savior, surprised to find the drummer from the band standing before her, arm wrapped around her waist and other hand holding a red cup. He was still wearing the ghostface mask.
“Shit, sorry,” he mumbled, voice muffled by the mask.
Honestly, this wasn’t the worst thing that could happen right now. He wasn’t super built like the jocks she normally went after, but his shoulders were strong under her hand. He smelled, well not bad but not great either. Like sweat and musk with a hint of cologne and whiskey. Plus the mask was doing something that she would definitely write about later. The mystery of it all was hot, plus if he turned out to be a total loser she could play it off by not knowing who it was.
So Regina bit her lip, giggling a little. “What, trying to make me fall for you?” She teased, batting her eyelashes.
She couldn’t see his expression and oh yeah, this could definitely work. “Oh, I mean, that wasn’t my intention, but–”
“You know, for being a mysterious killer, you sure do talk a lot.” She said, tugging at his shirt a little. Then she leaned up a little, given he was taller than she was despite the heels, and smirked suggestively. “Wanna find somewhere a little quieter?”
The masked man hesitated, then said “Aren’t you drunk?”
She rolled her eyes. “Not enough to not know what I’m doing. So, you in or out?”
He paused, then nodded. With the confirmation she smiled, pulling away and dragging him by the hand towards the nearest closet, not feeling confident to traverse the stairs in her heels.
Once the door was closed she leaned against the wall, kicking away some cleaning supplies and smirking. The man stood opposite of her, fidgeting with a studded bracelet on his right wrist. He had black nail polish on, which was unusual but not unheard of. He must be a punk rocker. She watched him for a moment, then tipped her head to the side. “Nervous?”
He nodded. “Uh, yeah I–”
“Shh, don’t talk. I wanna keep the mystery.” She stated, pushing herself off of the wall and into his space. “You don’t need to be nervous, though.”
He nodded, though he seemed stiff, almost scared. She giggled a little and tipped her head to the side again. “First time?”
Again he nodded, which made her grin widely. She always had fun with virgins. “Want me to show you something cool?”
Before he could answer she stepped away, hands coming to her top and slowly pulling it off. The thing was tight and constricting, so she had refrained from wearing a bra. So when her breasts fell out she heard a choked sound coming from him. She giggled a little and leaned against the wall, arching her back to show them off better in the dim light. “Like what you see?”
After a second he nodded, making her giggle more. “Wanna touch them?”
“A-are you–”
“Ah ah ah. Remember what I said about not talking.” She warned, then reached out and took his hands, bringing them up to her chest but not letting them touch just yet. “Now, do you want to touch them?”
This time he nodded quickly, fingers twitching a little. She smiled and released his hands, pushing her chest forward until his hands cupped them. She let her eyes flutter shut. Then the hands started to move, slowly feeling out her breasts and nipples. When he pinched them between his fingers she let out a soft moan, excitement zinging down her spine and warm her stomach.
“You like that?” She asked, biting her lip when he did it again.
He nodded eagerly, stepping a little closer. She pressed herself against the wall, making him follow so he could keep fondling her.
Regina let the mysterious masked man touch her for a couple minutes before pushing his hands away, glancing down at his pants. His skinny jeans did little to hide his erection, and she almost wept tears of joy when she saw the size. Instead, she reached up to his shoulders and pushed him against the wall, then she slowly got to her knees.
“Want me to show you a magic trick?” She asked, hand coming up to tease the button.
He nodded so quickly she was afraid that he’d snap his neck. She smiled and slowly pulled the zipper down. “I’m going to make your cock disappear.”
He groaned softly, hands bracing the wall as his pants were tugged down along with his boxers. His cock sprang free and nearly hit her in the cheek, the tip already red and glistening. All from just touching her boobs.
She grabbed the base to steady him and looked up, staring up at him through her lashes as she gave the tip a small lick. He was salty and slightly musty, but she wasn’t going to complain. The moan he made was almost pathetic, which only excited her more.
Then she leaned forward, taking the tip into her mouth and giving a hollow suck. Given that he was a virgin, she knew that he wouldn’t last ten seconds during actual sex, so she decided that head and fingering would be the way to go. At least she’d be getting something, hopefully an orgasm.
She started working his cock in and out of her mouth, relishing in his moans and groans as she went further. She used her hand to jerk the rest of him, her other hand coming up to rest on his thigh. His hands remained on the wall, fingers trying to find purchase in the drywall. It was endearing.
She pulled away, almost giggling when she heard the disappointed moan escape him. “You can pull my hair, you know. Just not too rough, otherwise you’ll eff it up.”
He nodded and moved his hands to her hair, pulling her closer. She let it slide this time, taking him back in and giving a harsh suck. The strangled noise that left her masked lover gave her a sense of pride. Her hand worked double time, moving strong and quick while her tongue played with the underside of his head.
It wasn’t long before his hands tightened in her hair, pulling it so hard she was almost afraid that he was going to rip it out. She felt his thigh tense below her hand, and in her drunken state she didn’t mind when hot cum filled her mouth. There was an empty mop bucket next to her anyway.
She kept sucking until she felt him start to shake, then pulled away and spit the cum into the bucket, wiping the corner of her mouth with her wrist as she looked up at him. His head was leaning against the wall, chest heaving trying to catch his breath after the best blowjob of his life. She smuggly thought to herself; top that.
Then she stood up, tugging her panties down but leaving on the frilly pink skirt. The masked man looked down at her, then at the panties in her hand. After a second he seemed to get the clue, and then he stepped closer until he had her plastered against the wall. His hand came to her thigh, thumb stroking the inside. She wondered if he was teasing her or just really that inexperienced.
“What, never finger a girl before?” She asked, tipping her head to the side.
When he shook his head she smiled, taking his spiked wrist and moving it closer to her hot core, letting his fingers stroke her lips. “It’s easy. This,” she moved his fingers to press her button, biting her lip when he slowly started to stroke it. “Is the clit. Focus here.”
He nodded and slowly started rubbing it gently, almost like he knew what he was doing. She let out a louder moan when he put in a little pressure. He was staring down at her skirt, and she wondered what he was thinking. She was tempted to ask, but then another finger joined in and he started rubbing in circles. She threw her head back and moaned again, almost wanting to grind her hips into his hand.
He suddenly pulled his hand away, making her gasp in shock at the audacity. Things were just getting good! Then he brought his hand up to the mask, keeping it on but lifting it slightly to stick his fingers in his mouth. Her mouth hung open as he licked his fingers clean, pulling them out with a lewd pop. Suddenly he dropped to his knees, lifting her skirt up and draping it over his head while he took the ghostface mask off, keeping his face completely obscured. His hot breath hit her folds, and before she could process what was happening his tongue touched her.
Just like she had shown him, he focused his tongue on her clit. He lapped at her, and holy shit, it felt like pure heaven. She tossed her head back, moaning louder than she had before as his tongue creased her clit.
“Y-you know, for never doing this kind of – mmh – thing before, you sure are good at it.” She remarked, voice shaky and coming out raspy. Not the sweet, honey thick voice she had earlier. With her sex filled, drunken mind she was so close. “You gonna do that t-till I cum?”
He hummed, sending vibrations through her core. She moaned impossibly loud at that, and a small part of her worried that people outside the closet could hear exactly what was happening. The bigger part of her didn’t care. All that mattered was the fact that he had lifted one of her legs over his shoulder, getting better access to her leaking pussy.
His tongue laved over her clit, even going as far as to flick over her hole. She gasped, breath coming quick as her orgasm came quicker. The leg over his shoulder started to shake, and she reached down to tug at his hair. She noticed that he had dark brown, almost black hair, but that realization quickly vanished when she started almost screaming as her orgasm was ripped from her with his tongue alone.
He continued to lick her until she physically couldn’t handle it anymore. “S-stop.” She whimpered, legs shaking violently.
He listened, no longer licking her sensitive nub and now rubbing her thighs. “So you wanna see me?” He asked, voice no longer muffled from the mask.
She bit her lip, contemplating for a minute. It was tempting to see the guy who had given her such a satisfying orgasm, to actually properly meet him, but her stomach churned, a little scared that she wouldn’t like what she found. So she shook her head, wiping under her eyes to fix her eyeliner. “No, I’m good.”
“Your loss.” He said simply, but she watched as he adjusted the mask back over his face from below her skirt, only pulling away once it was situated. He got to his feet and brushed off his jeans while Regina was still trying to catch her breath.
Then he reached down and grabbed her top from the floor, brushing it off before handing it back to her. She blinked, then smirked a little. “So obedient.” She remarked, giving him a little wink as she pulled the top back on.
He didn’t say anything, but he did perk up when some noise came from outside the door. “Rodrick! Where are you, man?”
“Shit, I gotta go.” He mumbled, starting to shift on his feet as he waited for her to adjust her top.
She arched her eyebrow at him. “Rodrick? What kind of name is that?”
“Hey, I was named after my late uncle.” He stated, shrugging a bit. “It’s a family name.”
“I’ve never heard it before. You new or something?” She asked, finally content with her top but worried for her makeup.
“Yeah, just transferred. Listen, I really have to go, are you done?”
She scoffed, rolling her eyes as she gestured to the door. So much for that sweet obedience of a virgin. Now that he’s had some head he’ll be insufferable. Sure he’s never going to get that good of head again, but that was a problem for the next girl. Oh well, not like she’s ever going to meet him again.