Regina George has spent years perfecting the art of not caring. At North Shore, everyone knows who she is. Everyone wants to be her friend, date her, or be noticed by her. Then there’s you. The girl everyone else avoids. You sit alone at lunch, rarely speak in class, and have a reputation that follows you through the halls—troubled, unpredictable, always one bad day away from falling apart. Rumors about your home life and substance problems have made you the kind of person people whisper about rather than actually talk to. Regina should hate you. She tells herself she does. Until she starts noticing things nobody else does. The bruises you hide beneath your sleeves. The exhaustion behind your eyes. The way you disappear whenever someone mentions going home. And somehow, the girl Regina once would’ve mocked becomes the person she can’t stop looking for. What starts as curiosity slowly turns into something neither of them knows how to handle. Because Regina George doesn’t fall for girls like you. And you don’t trust people like Regina. Or: Regina George falls for the troubled loner everyone else has written off, and for the first time in her life, popularity, reputation, and being in control don’t mean a damn thing.