The Queen B's secret

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Brooklyns PoV

I walked with Cady to English lit and the whole way she asked me really weird questions. "Why's your name Brooklyn?" "How did you get so tall?" "Have you ever seen a baby hyena eat a giraffe before?" I rolled my eyes the whole time. The girl not once coming up for air. When we arrived in class I took a seat at the back. There was another seat available for Cady to sit at and thankfully it was nowhere near me. I watched Cady walk over to the chair when a girl smacked her foot up on it. A frown crossed my face as the girl then leaned over and made out with a boy right in front of Cady who stood there watching the whole thing. "My name is mr rapp and I take no ..." the teacher walks in rapping ... ironic. I throw my head back fed up already of this class as he repeats the phrase over and over hoping someone will finish it for him. "Care of myself" I laugh seeing him glare at the girl "crap". What a poet. I cross my arms and look out the window as Cady remains standing in the room. All desks now taken. "The correct answer was crap" he mutters and honestly saying nothing at all would have been cooler than this. He then looks to Cady "find a seat... I don't want you to think of me as any other teacher..." Cady crosses her legs and sits on the floor. I hate the fact I feel sorry for her. Stop being so soft Brooklyn.

"Get up" I tap her lightly with my foot now the bell has rung. She turns round smiling at me, bouncing into the air "oh em hey Brooklyn ... did you ... enjoy the lesson?" She stutters the whole time smiling at me. "Em ... I mean he started the lesson off saying crap so it could only get better ... how was the floor?" I smile and head towards the classroom door. "Comfier than it sounds... where too next?" She follows behind me. "French ... because why the fuck not" I reply smiling over my shoulder at the shorter girl who is struggling to keep up with my strides.

I hate French I don't know why I'm in this class. I don't understand it and I don't think I ever will. Am I jealous of the students who speak fluent French? Absolutely. I just can't learn it. I watch the French teacher tell Cady her name is wrong and laugh beside her. "You have to pick a French name" the girl Janis leans over cadys shoulder trying to help her out. "All the French people I know just call me Cady" she replies as Damian and I laugh. "Just say Marie" Janis points to the teacher as Cady repeats the name in a French accent. "Janis" "janis" the teacher copies Janis's French accent and moves onto Damian... thankfully forgetting about me. "Chanel" "no" "Fante" "no" "celine dion" "no" "Beyoncé" I laugh hearing Damian's French accent when the teacher snaps back "no"

"Welcome to human health and sexuality" fucking great. Once again I had to walk Cady to her class whilst the whole time she stared at me and asked weird questions. I mean ... who asks what your favourite water is... waters water. "This fall you will be given the state mandated class on abstinence followed by the spring condoms and choking" mhm because that's a normal lesson plan. Cady stands up and walks towards the door with without saying anything or asking the teacher. "Where do you think your going there hot shot?" The teacher catches her trying to sneak out as I watch her. "I need to urinate" she replies like it's obvious and I cringe at how honest she is. She's so innocent and clueless it's funny. "Nope... no way hosey" he shakes his finger at her as she stands there. "My names cady" oh my god she did not think he was calling her hosey??? "Well Cady first off your going to need to ask for the permission and secondly your going to need to ask for the bathroom pass which is this wooden sperm whale keychain" he lifts up the wooden whale and shows her. "Can I ...?" "Nope you can go at lunch" he cuts her off and points back to her seat.

Thank god it's lunch! I can't wait to finish school today and head to try outs. Pulling out my phone I send a quick message to Nat telling her I'm heading to the bathroom quickly. On my way there I'm pulled into a closet by someone. "What the...Regina?" I panic seeing the blonde in front of me. "Did you really think you could just waltz on back to school and I wouldn't know about it?" She looks up at me with a mixture of hurt and anger. Regina and I are really close in this closet and I'm feeling confused. "I didn't think you would care" I reply looking anywhere but at her. She sighs looking up at the dimly lit roof "your the one that left me Ro". The nickname nearly makes my knees buckle but I remain composed "I didn't leave you Regina. It's not like we were even together". Regina looks me dead in the eye as she clicks her tongue "just because we kept us a secret doesn't mean we weren't together. It also doesn't mean that I didn't care about you". This right here is the annoying thing about Regina George. She can be the queen b... the head bitch to everyone. She's the queen of manipulation ... I mean she done it to me for years. But ... then you get the soft side of Regina. The side Iv only ever seen her show me. The soft, caring side that I seen every time she would sneak me into her house and we would make out for hours on end. Then at school the next day ...she would treat me like garbage again. She would string me along saying she would come out for me then never did. She dated Aaron whilst I was her dirty secret on the side and I hated it. "You didn't care about me Regina" I reply attempting to keep my confidence. "You know I did Ro" her eyes drop to my lips. "You know that I cared about you. You meant everything to me baby" she whispers stepping closer to me with my lips being her main focus. "I meant everything to you? Really? What about Aaron or Shane did they mean everything to you to? I mean you flaunted them around school in front of everyone ... in front of me" my eyes drop to Regina's tempting lips. The lips that curve up to a smile realising she's breaking me. "I wanted you! I didn't want them... they were nothing more to me than ... a beard. I wanted your lips to be the ones I was kissing all the time instead of theirs that I only kissed for show. I can't be gay Ro I just can't" at that point ... it dawns on me. This is the exact same game and if I give into her ... I'm going to be crawling back into her palm. "I have a girlfriend" it leaves my mouth before I realise and her face drops. "You have a what?" She asks me and for the first time ever ... I feel I hold at least one card in this game. "I have a girlfriend" I repeat kicking myself again for the lie but enjoying the look on her face. "Who?" She asks whilst clenching her jaw. "It doesn't matter" "it does matter ... wait ... did you have sex with her?" I panic feeling her snatch my card back. My silence speaks volumes as Regina's face turns furious "you had sex ... your ... not a virgin?". I shake my head no as Regina's nostrils flare. "You're mine ... do you get it? Nobody touches you except me. Nobody kisses you except me... I was ... I was supposed to be your first Brooklyn" her rage softens as she pinches the bridge of her nose and steps away from me. "Regina" I step forward noticing her rubbing her eyes "don't! I waited for you Brooklyn" she whispers looking embarrassed. "Regina you were going with Shane and Aaron ... whilst going with me?" I ask confused as to why she's so upset. "I only kissed them. I never let it move past that with either of them... that was meant to be you. Because I know you think I'm full of shit Brooklyn ... but I really cared about you. You ... you were the first person I properly cared for" she mumbles wiping away the odd fallen tear. "Regina ..." "I wish more than anything that I was strong enough to come out for you Brooklyn ... believe me. I regret not coming out for you" in the blink of an eye Regina is gone. The door opened and closed as I stood still in the closet, my brain fried. To me Regina used me... to me she used me as a play thing with no intention of ever claiming me as hers. But what if I was wrong... am I forcing her to out herself? I mean I would never do that ... what I couldn't handle was Regina being mean to me one minute then loving the next. She was loving to me, when we were together she made me feel loved.