Rebirth Of The Queen. B

Regina’s POV

The blaring music coming from Dean’s mansion was ear splitting as I got out of my car and had decided to walk in, the front porch light was on but dim and it helped me make my way to the house without bumping into those that were making out.

“Eww.” I hissed as I almost collided with a drunk person. He had ran out to throw up and had bumped into me, I was lucky enough to not get his vomit on my body.

Why was I even here? I wasn’t even supposed to be at the party but I came because I got a text from an unknown number that my boyfriend was kissing my best friend. I didn’t believe it at first.

Angie would never try to kiss my boyfriend and neither would Dean cheat on me. It sounded so absurd to even think about, but as soon as I got that text, it was all I could think about.

Hence my unannounced presence here right now. I needed to confirm this and see things for myself.

I opened the door to the huge living room, it looked like a frat house but it really was just Dean’s mansion, the loud music almost deafening my ear and giving me a slight headache.

Absurdly loud parties is a lifestyle I’m used to, but there are times I’d prefer utter silence to this, like right now.

I scanned the room to see other people, some were making out on the couch and against the walls, one of the girls was doing a strip tease while guys cheered her on. They were all obviously so drunk and stoned. It looked like the typical party Dean would throw, and one that I’d want to be the center of attention in.

But, definitely not tonight.

The reason why I had initially sat out of this party, was because I had an important interview tomorrow and needed to study and be well rested for it.

I hadn’t expected my best friend to show up at a party thrown by my boyfriend without me. I even asked her beforehand and she told me she’d be hanging out with her cousin tonight.

Hence my confusion. I tried calling Angie after I had gotten that text, but it didn’t get answered, and that only fed my doubts some more.

I shuffled through the crowd in search of my boyfriend. I'd wanted to catch him red handed, kissing Angie but as I walked, I silently prayed that I was wrong and whoever had sent that text to me was only pulling my legs.

I made my way to the stairs and almost got to Dean’s room when I saw Jason, Angie’s ex-boyfriend. His countenance was suspicious and looked like he knew something because he hurriedly made his way to stand in front of me, preventing me from moving any further.

“Hey Reggie!” He called as he stopped in front of me and I scowled at him with an eye roll.

“Jason, what do you want? And what are you even doing here?” I scoffed out as I folded my arms. Jason and I have never managed to get along even after he started dating Angie, after our very rough past, which was all on me, of course.

“I should be asking you,” He answered, “What are you doing here? Thought you weren’t gonna come.” He added, he was right, I had no plans of coming here.

“Well, I’m here to see my boyfriend, now bounce.” I rolled my eyes and tried to walk past him again, but he stopped me.

“Reggie.”

“Stop calling me that, the next time you call me that, trust me when I say I’ll make you regret it.”

I harshly shouldered my way past him, but he  recovered almost instantly and sprinted towards me.

“You knew, didn't you?” I asked flatly and when he tried to feign ignorance, I raised an eyebrow and knowing that his cover had been blown, he reluctantly nodded his head.

“Move, Jason, get the hell out of my fucking way!” I yelled as I barged into the room, searching every corner for my boyfriend and best friend but the room was empty.

I hurriedly made my way to the pool behind the house,  because that’s the only place I haven’t checked so far.

“Dean!” I called out angrily as I walked towards them as fast as my legs could carry.

Angie was sitting on his laps, with her arms slinged around his shoulders and her lips peppering kisses over his bare chest. When she noticed my presence, her mouth fell open as she jolted, which alerted Dean.

Although Dean didn’t even have it in him to appear apologetic, and it was like a blow to my face, Angie was supposed to be my best friend!

“What the hell, Dean?!” I roared. Angie was obviously tipsy because she scoffed, giggled and flipped me off.

Literally gave me the finger.

Who the fuck is this bitch?

I angrily pulled her out of his laps by her hair and her pained screams were like music to my ears. She made an attempt to slap me across my face, it stung a little, right before I easily had her pinned against the ground.

I looked over at Dean, he couldn’t care less about what was happening, he wasn’t drunk so I know he saw everything that was playing out before him.

“Why the fuck are you here?!” He asked, he had the most nonchalant attitude I’ve ever seen, this isn’t my boyfriend, definitely not the guy I’m in love with.

“Why am I here? Really? Why the fuck do you have my best friend in your lap? You’re fucking her, aren’t you?” I asked, shouting at the top of my lungs and doing nothing to conceal my anger and hurt.

I couldn’t believe that Dean could do this to me.

Dean was someone I really trusted. He was someone I completely gave my heart to. He’s loving, very generous and overall the most perfect boyfriend ever.

I couldn’t believe that this could happen. Never in my wildest dream.

We had literally won the prom king and queen title of the year a few months ago, we were literally everyone’s ideal couple.

And, we were very happy together. At least, that’s what I used to think.

“What’s so new about that?” He asked, shrugging and taking a long swig of his drink

“What’s so new? Dean! She’s my best friend, you could’ve at least thought about my feelings before going ahead to betray me like this, really?!” I shouted, pacing about and running my fingers through my hair.

My eyes stung as the tears that were forming in it threatened to flow if I should dare say another word, I looked at Dean and had expected him to at least appear a little bit remorseful but I got nothing.

“Oh you son of a—“ I was saying when I made my way back to him and raised my hand in an attempt to slap him, he caught my hand mid-air.

“Don’t you dare,” He warned, his voice was cold and his glaring eyes sent chills down my spine.

“Get the hell out of my house or I’m gonna make you.” He threatened, dropping my hand as he spoke and shoving me backwards, which made me stumble a little.

“You know what? Fuck it!” I shouted, I was hurt but my anger supersedes my feeling of betrayal, I was done.

“You know what? Go ahead! Do whatever it is you wanna do, I’m not going to stop you but trust me when I tell you that I’ll make you regret this!” I threw my hands up as I turned to make my way out of the mansion.

He doesn’t look scared enough. I wanted to do something that would make him fear. I wanted to see his annoyingly smirking face fill up with terror, smiling at my mechanism. I turned back to look at him again.

“You want a scholarship, yeah?” I asked, smirking as I walked closer to him, “Well, you ain’t gonna get it. I’ll make sure I do everything, every damn fucking dirt I can get on your image, in order to make sure you don’t get it, Dean. And you know I have a whole lot of evidence, because first of all, who’d want to give a scholarship to someone that does drugs? Hm?” I smirked as I said in a low tone.

The rate at which his face morphed into a terrified expression, made the knowing smirk on my face widen even more.

“Guess I was right.”

I watched his face get even paler like all the blood had left it, he was scared, I knew how badly he wanted that scholarship.

“And you know me, Dean. I don’t bluff.” I added with an evil smirk and I guess that was where he drew the line because he sprinted as fast as he could in my direction.

He was angry and I’ve seen Dean angry, it isn’t usually a pleasing sight, I in turn ran as fast as I could and stopped when I tripped right beside the pool because of how slippery the edge was.

I tried to get up but Dean got to me already with Angie behind him, I felt a tug on my hair and before I knew it, my head was under water.

I gagged and choked on the water before he brought my head back out, angling my face so I was staring at him and tightening his grip on my hair, making me cough and wince in pain.

He smirked at me and before I knew it, he’d returned my head back under the water. I tried to fight him off but he was too strong for me. Opening my mouth and trying to call for help was basically fruitless because I only got more water into my lungs that way.

I stretched my hand in a bid to call for Angie but no one came to my rescue, I knew she was there, I saw her behind Dean.

“How are you going to make me lose my scholarship now, huh?” His voice was muffled as my head was still under the water but I could still hear him, faintly.

He pulled my head back out and I was grateful, I’d thought he was going to threaten me and change his mind but the wicked laugh he gave me as he looked around to be sure no one was watching.

“This is where your stupid existence ends, and if you’re wondering, then yes, I never loved your desperate, overbearing ass.” He whispered. “You’ve never been all that like you think you are, and you’re not even good in bed. All you’re is an annoyingly, overbearing bitch.” He continued vehemently and my eyes widened in horror while my heartbeat slowed in terror.

This couldn’t be my boyfriend who’s stupidly obsessed with me.

It just couldn’t be.

I had no idea what he was going to do next but I knew it was definitely something really evil.

Dean kicked me inside the pool before I could say anything and a loud scream tore out of my mouth before I got engulfed by the water.

My terror was confirmed, I never learned to swim because of my fear of water and of drowning, and Dean knew this.

Dean, the one who owns my heart, knew this.

And yet, he shoved me into the pool to drown.

I flapped my legs and arms in an attempt to save myself but it was all futile, nothing worked. I finally gave up and I felt myself going deeper into the water, my eyes closing on their own when I saw someone shoving Dean aside and instantly jumping into the pool, vigorously swimming towards me.

It was Jason.

I knew it was already too late, I could already feel myself slipping into unconsciousness.

The last thing I remembered thinking about was getting revenge.

I wanted to be given another chance to take Dean down, to completely ruin his life and kill him in the end.

That was the last thought that faintly echoed in my mind as the fleeting image of Jason’s panicked face surfaced in my mind for a fleeting second, as everything around me finally turned pitch black.