Originally supposed to be called "Infection", but I've stumbled upon a wonderful idea. Please bear with me, this is going to be a fun ride. :

Disclaimer: I wish I could own Megan Fawwwkz. I wish I could write like Diablo Cody. Instead, I'm sitting here writing fanfiction. In short, Jennifer's Body and all the characters belong to someone else and I own nothing except my own wit.. Sadfase :

Chapter Won: Cross Out Evil.

Her pouty and full lips garnered my attention. They moved rhythmically as her sultry voice poured elegantly around my head and danced in my eardrums. My eyes felt like they were having a seizure, bouncing from trying to hold her gaze and imagining what those lips would do to mine.

The lips on my face, I mean.

Hello, my name is Anita Lesnicki, and I am a raging lesbigay, according to Jennifer. Little does she know how right she really is. Where she is everything, I am nothing, and I don't mean that in a pathetic boo-hoo way. Jennifer Check was the unbelievably hot girl that every high school has, and I was her polar opposite. Where she wore designer clothes with a Louis Vuitton on her arm, I wore simple T-shirts and a hoodie to accentuate my style, or lack there of.

We've been friends since the days of the sandbox, before judgment clouded anyone's eyes. For those of you who have never heard the phrase sandbox love never dies, don't worry, I hadn't either until some hipster told me while I was discussing my favorite person to anyone who would listen.

"Anita?" Chip tapped my shoulder, trying to get my attention after it was oh so graciously stolen from him. I finally came back from Jennifer-land and smiled knowing that even in my own mind, Jennifer could kidnap me from my very own boyfriend. I turned away from Jennifer and looked to my boyfriend, opening my mouth to apologize, but suddenly Chip was pushed against the locker, and Jennifer's cleavage took the place of my boyfriend. Much more attractive.

"Neeeeedy," Jennifer smiled smugly, her impeccably white teeth shining against her full lips, attracting my eyes before I realized what just happened.

"Jesus Jennifer, be more careful." Cue eye roll. "Are you okay, Chip?" I didn't run to his side. I was busy being frozen in place by Jennifer's eyes. "Yeah Chipper, are you okay?" She didn't glance at him, and he huffed angrily, boring a hole in the back of Jennifer's skull with his eyes. Jennifer only pouted with annoyance, checking her nails absentmindedly while waiting for Chip to get the hint he was no longer welcome. The boy just shouldered his backpack and pride – this wasn't the first time Jennifer had done this, and it certainly wouldn't be the last, if I knew from experience.

"Call me later..." He breathed, nearing me and kissing me gently on the lips. I only nodded shyly and let him walk away. Chip complicated things, yet helped me make sense of Jennifer. He was sweet, sure. For our first date he even took us out to Cheesecake Factory. I hate cheesecake, but it's the thought that counts.. Right? The jest of it all was that Chip stopped me from going crazy with Jennifer, and in a way I loved him for it.

-// Flashback() //-

Chip entered me with the grace and precision of an alcoholic sniper.

"Oh fuck... I'm so deep inside you," he moaned huskily. Thanks Captain Obvious. Sex with Chip wasn't a symbol of our undying-first-high-school-relationship unity. No, it was sweet release. We were just horny teenagers, and after spending a day with Jennifer, I was more than happy to mount up and ride to take my mind off being a freak, and rather a normal girl for once. I would do anything.

Even this. Chip humping with wild abandon, talking to me as if I'm some sort of big chested raunchy porn star. As sick as it was, I would just imagine he was Jennifer. With a dick.

"Oh.. Jennifer," I moaned. My heart stopped as soon as the sex did. Immediately.

"What?" The lusty haze still clouded Chip's vision and his mind. He brunnette hair stuck stickily to his face, which was red and coated in sweat.

"I was trying to say," I panted, acting as if the sex was the greatest thing since sliced bread. It was okay, but it would take a date with my hand and thoughts of youknowwho to end the night to my satisfaction. "That Jennifer told me about this great new position."

Chip only looked conflicted until I pushed him onto his bed.

-x-

"Holy fucking shit, Earth to space cadet fucking Needy." Jennifer looked incredulously at me. I met her strikingly blue eyes with my own and quietly apologized. She only huffed and blew a few strands of her hair away from her face. I consciously told myself to look, not touch.

"As I was trying to say," she gave me the evil Jennifer eye. "That new boy, Brent Walker... He's looking super fucking salty lately," Jennifer mused to me seductively. I had dealt with this too many times to be bothered anymore. "So go see a movie with him? That new scary movie is supposed to be out..." I fiddled with my lock that hung loosely from my locker with my fingertips, avoiding her dismantling gaze. Her eyes slightly narrowed, tracing my arm as if calculating something.

"No, Needy... A movie is for people who want to do that lovey-dovey shit before they stick their dicks in the popcorn bag," she drawled insultingly, raising herself to her full height as if she was going to pounce on me.

"I'm going to just fuck him and get it over with," she continued all knowingly, relaxing her stance. "A week or two of rocker cocker will do me." I scrunched my face as if I had smelled something offensive. She noticed and continued. "What Lesbigay? Too much cock-talk?" She leaned against the metal lockers and instantly I became jealous of the inanimate object. I shook my head, knowing that if it was anyone else, this would practically be verbal hazing.

"No, as a matter of fact, I slept with Chip last night!" I defended quickly. She already knew I was sleeping with Chip, but I thought it would be nice to remind her of this fact once again. "Betcha didn't like it." Point. Game. Match. She lifted her eyebrow as if to say "yeahrightlesbigay". I just closed my eyes and took in a deep breath as not to get frustrated and clenched my teeth.

"Chill out, Monistat." Jennifer walked closer to me. Slowly. Deliberately. With a predator like grace and a hypnotizing gaze that just screamed she was going to eat me, she stopped just centimeters from me and lifted her hands to my bland blue hoodie. I could feel her breath on my face as she stared deep in to me, slowly zipping up my jacket and smiling, pulling me in to a hug. Her warm breath tickled my ear.

Oh yeah, breathing. I let loose the breath I was holding in, and I heard a rumble deep in Jennifer's body. I inhaled what only smelled like a plethora of the most beautiful flowers and honey, and my pulse quickened.

"I said chill out, Needs." She half-whispered half-moaned hotly into my ear. My eyes suddenly broke free of the bubble Jennifer put me in and watched as the other kids in the school meandered through the halls before class. No one dared to look our way. Being exiled by Jennifer Check was like being exiled my.. I don't know Angelina Jolie or Scarlett Johansson. No man would ever even dare risk giving up the small chance that Jennifer might sleep with them just to take a pot-shot at me. It was divine intervention. The girls just wanted a chance to be like Jennifer, so they ignored our short bursts of closeness as well. It was only until I felt a warm wetness on my earlobe that I was pulled back into the fires of hell and the bubble that Jennifer surrounded me in.

"Pay attention to me, Needy." Jennifer growled commandingly into my ear, nuzzling it slightly with her nose. "We're going to the movies tonight."

I blinked, remembering I had to breathe. "Oh.. Like.. Together?" I was officially brain dead.

"Christ Needy," Jennifer laughed into my ear and tugged gently on it with her teeth. "I'll be over after I drop my stuff off at home," she pulled out of the hug and grinned toothily, the sudden warmth of her body draining from my body, but not my core. I met her eyes and pressed my molten skin against the steel to cool.

The bell rang noisily, interrupting Jennifer's channeling of Jennifer-land that kept me tongue-tied and almost legally retarded. I only nodded and shifted my backpack. She gave me a small wave and mouthed 'bye' – I cursed the only class we didn't have together. As I turned, waving back she reached out and laced our fingers quickly.

"Wear something cute, okay?" She chewed on her bottom lip, as if nervous. Jennifer was never nervous, never unsure. Jennifer was a man-eater, and with that came an infinite amount of confidence. It was a lure, a sticky sweet spider's web I would curl myself in gladly. I swallowed an invisible frog and nodded, and before I knew it she disappeared in the mass of high-schoolers that flooded the halls. Through my Jennifer-stupor I had amazingly made it to class, taking a seat by a quiet boy with infected snake bites and a black-dyed scalp. The health teacher coughed loudly as the bell rung, signaling that class had begun.