A/N: The idea for this chapter, as I've said before, was supposed to be the original Chapter 8. After doing a little bit of research, I am finally able to tell the Jennifers apart. Jennifer 2 is the blonde one. Jennifer 1 is the brunette. Jennifer 3 is the one with curly black hair. The reason I'm telling you this is because I'm getting sick of referring to them as "the blonde Jennifer" or "the brunette Jennifer." I just don't want you to be confused.

Disclaimer: This is the freaking tenth chapter! Do I even need to say anything here? I didn't think so.

Big Time Disaster

Lights, Camera, Action

Jennifer 1's POV

The other two Jennifers and I were having a stakeout in the Palm Woods lobby. Sooner or later, Logan would have to come through here, and that was the cue we were waiting for. Then, our plan would be set in motion. Our objective was simple enough—get Logan to feel sorry for us; sorry enough that he would kiss one of us so that we would win the bet we made with Camille. It was always wise to have all the bases covered, and we did. If Logan kisses Camille first, then we would tell him about the bet she made with us. She would pocket three grand, but we would be the true winners. Causing Camille to lose the one thing she cares more about than acting was worth much more than three thousand dollars.

We finally saw Logan on his crutches hobble his way into the lobby. He wasn't alone though. Carlos was with him. When we came up with this plan that was something we failed to take into consideration. Jennifer 3 and I looked at Jennifer 2, who nodded her head.

"I can't believe you're doing this to us! Again!" I yelled at Jennifer 2.

"Yeah, I thought you were our friend!" Jennifer 3 screamed.

Jennifer 2 scoffed. She had an amused expression on her face. "Puh-lease! I am not your friend! I never have been, and I never will be! Although I must admit that the two of you aren't entirely worthless to me. After all, I have been using you so that I could get more auditions," Jennifer 1 stated.

I know this was a staged fight and all, but I kind of felt like Jennifer 2 was getting a little too much into character. I was aware how good of an actress she was, but was she even acting at all? Or was this how she truly felt about us? This worried me.

"You've been using us this whole time? How could you?" Jennifer 3 asked.

"It's easy when you don't care one iota about the people you are using. The two of you are nothing more than pawns to me. Who cares about the pawns? They're the first to get sacrificed," Jennifer 2 said.

I was caught off guard by the conviction with which Jennifer 2 was delivering her lines. We hadn't gone over precisely what we would say to each other in our little staged fight; we were just winging it. I knew I should probably say something right now, but frankly, I was at a loss for words.

"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue, Jennifer?" Jennifer 2 asked, getting in my face.

A little known fact was that I have always had this resentment, this animosity towards Jennifer 2. She thought of herself as the leader of our group. I viewed myself as just as capable of being the leader as she was. However, I was the one in her shadow.

"You just think you're so great, don't you?" I retorted, not backing down an inch.

"Oh, I don't think I'm great. I know I'm great," Jennifer 2 replied.

"Get over yourself," I muttered under my breath.

Carlos interjected himself in between the three of us.

"Ladies, ladies. Let's not fight. Everyone think happy thoughts about kittens," Carlos suggested.

I looked over and saw Logan frozen in his tracks. He had a confused look on his face. I could tell he didn't quite know what to make of us Jennifers bickering with one another. I won't lie. I was disappointed that it wasn't Logan who was trying to break our fight up. There was still hope yet though.

"Why don't you mind your own business? This doesn't concern you!" Jennifer 2 spat.

Her words to Carlos struck a chord with me. Don't get me wrong. I didn't have feelings for Carlos or anything like that. Heck, he and I weren't even friends, though he might like to think we were. It's just it's one thing her talking to us Jennifers like that, but it wasn't necessary to talk to Carlos like that.

"Don't talk to him like that!" I exclaimed.

I couldn't help but notice that Carlos did a double take once he realized that I had come to his aid. The other two Jennifers and Logan were also surprised. Heck, I even surprised myself.

"I'll talk to him however I want to talk to him, and there's not a thing you can do about it," Jennifer 2 said, poking me hard in the chest with every word she spoke.

I lost sight of what we were supposed to be doing here. Instead, I was furious with Jennifer 2. I wanted nothing more but to wrap my hands around her throat and wring her neck. All those months of pent up frustration and animosity was starting to come to a head.

Jennifer 3 must have noticed the rage building in my eyes, as she got between me and Jennifer 2. She held me back before I did something I might end up regretting. Or maybe did something that she had coming for a long time now.

"The two of you are nothing without me. I'm the smartest. I'm the prettiest. I'm the leader. I'm the best singer. I'm the best dancer. I'm just better than you, period. After all, I landed that soap opera role in Iceland, not you two. Plus, I landed a role in a major motion picture that is filming in New York City. Meanwhile, what are the two of you doing? That's right. You've got roles in low budget films that won't ever get out of obscurity. You've got parts in television shows that will get canceled after only airing the pilot episode. You appear in commercials that nobody will ever see. Face it. The two of you are losers," Jennifer 2 remarked.

Now my blood really was boiling. She has some nerve saying those things to us. What, does she have some sort of death wish? If so, be careful what you wish for, Jennifer.

"So that's it? You're choosing your career over us? After everything we've been through together, you're just going to leave us high and dry?" Jennifer 3 asked, her eyes brimming with tears; I wasn't sure if they were real tears or not to be completely honest.

"That's hardly a decision at all! I'd choose my career each and every time! A decision means that there is a chance that each outcome could happen. However, there is absolutely no chance that I would ever choose you over my career!" Jennifer 2 remarked, her voice dripping with venom upon saying the word 'you.'

Frankly, I would do the same thing if the opportunity presented itself. Like we told Carlos back when he was our temporary Jennifer fill-in, the only people who make it in this town are those that are mean, selfish, and in it to win it. I didn't come to this town to make friends. However, I had made two of them. I found two girls who were so much like me; it was like we were long lost sisters or something. So maybe I wouldn't do the same thing if the opportunity presented itself. Well actually, let me rephrase that. I would choose my career over Jennifer 2, but not over Jennifer 3.

"Well, guess what? The feeling is mutual!" I retorted.

"You are way out of line!" Jennifer 2 remarked.

"You want to talk about out of line? Take a look in the mirror!"

For the first time, I finally got it. At last, I understood how Logan must have felt when Camille broke up with him. I now knew what it felt like to be betrayed by someone you thought was your friend. As much as I hated Jennifer 2, Jennifer 3 was right; we had been through so much together. It was hard to just completely forget about all of that. It was difficult to let her go. Maybe that was why Logan and Camille kept going back to one another.

"You want so badly to be just like me, don't you? In theatre, there is a term for people like you—they're called understudies," Jennifer 2 said.

"Don't flatter yourself! I have absolutely no desire to be anything like you!" I fired back, teeth clenched.

"Keep telling yourself that."

I had a change of heart. It was difficult to let her go. Screw that! If she wants to choose her career over us, if she wants to throw our friendship out the window, then fine! See if I care!

"Okay, what is going on here? I thought the three of you were friends," Logan commented.

Finally, he joined our 'conversation' for lack of a better term.

"Ha! Puh-lease! I would never stoop so low as to be friends with those two!" Jennifer 2 remarked.

"She got her big break, and now she's leaving The Palm Woods," Jennifer 3 said, pointing at Jennifer 2.

"That's right. The two of you can't ride my coattails any longer!"

Okay, I had never met anyone as conceited and egotistical as Jennifer 2 in all my life. I get that she's a good actress and all. I get that you need to have confidence in yourself. This wasn't confidence though. This was cockiness. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, Jennifer 3 and I were talented actresses in our own right.

"We don't need you anyways! We'll be just fine on our own. Right, Jennifer?" I asked Jennifer 3.

I detected doubt and uncertainty in Jennifer 3 that probably mirrored the doubt and uncertainty that I felt at the moment. Sure, I was talking a big game, but when it came down to it, Jennifer 3 and I really didn't know what we were capable of without Jennifer 2. Maybe she was right. Maybe we were nothing without her. We were good actresses, yes, but Jennifer 2 had been there through all of that. She was a constant.

"We all know the answer to that question is 'no.' In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if it wasn't long before the two of you have to leave The Palm Woods. Only not because you got your big break, but because your Hollywood dreams got crushed," Jennifer 2 said.

Now, Jennifer 3's eyes weren't just brimming with tears, they were falling freely down her cheeks. I was upset too, but I wasn't about to give Jennifer 2 the satisfaction of seeing me cry. I bit my lip and choked back the tears that threatened to spill from my eyes.

"If you're going to leave, then leave already! Oh, and one more thing," I said, before walking over and snatching a smoothie from a Palm Woods resident. I threw the smoothie in Jennifer 2's face. "There's my farewell gift to you."

Carlos's jaw dropped, and his eyes bugged out over what I just did to Jennifer 2. Jennifer 2 stamped her foot on the ground, let out a frustrated scream, and then stormed off to undoubtedly get the smoothie out of her hair.

I must say that it felt strangely satisfying to throw a smoothie in Jennifer 2's face. She's just lucky that's all I did. Having said that, it was only a temporary relief from the pain my heart was in. It was like trying to use a tiny Band-Aid to cover a foot long cut. It just wasn't enough.

"For what it's worth, I really am sorry about all of this," Logan commented.

There was a mutual understanding between me and Logan that we weren't friends. The only reason we were in their music video "The City Is Ours" was because Carlos thought we were his friends. Or he's interested in us romantically. Or…well, really, who knows what goes on in that helmet-covered head of his? The point was that if not for Carlos, we wouldn't have even got a part in Big Time Rush's music video.

"I don't want your pity! Nor do I need it!" I exclaimed.

Logan looked genuinely hurt that I snapped at him. For a split second, I felt bad for snapping at him like I did. Then, just like that, it passed.

"You're so sweet. Thanks," Jennifer 3 said to Logan.

That's when it dawned on me. The bet. I had got so caught up in my resentment of Jennifer 2 that I completely forgot about the bet we had made with Camille. I wanted to slap myself on the forehead, for I knew that I probably just killed any chance I had of winning the bet. Apparently though, Jennifer 3 hadn't forgotten. It was all up to her now, and she was playing her part perfectly.

Logan turned to face Jennifer 3 as he spoke. He was going back to avoiding and ignoring me. It was much easier this way for the both of us. "If you ever need to talk, let me know. I'm a good listener."

"The same goes for me," Carlos chimed in.

"I might just have to take you up on that sometime," Jennifer 3 responded.

Carlos and Logan then left the two of us as they made their way to the elevators. My guess was that they were going to see Camille. Camille. If there was one person I hated more than Jennifer 2, it was Camille. I sincerely hoped Jennifer 3 could win the bet for us. Nothing gives me greater pleasure than getting the best of Camille.

What I didn't know was that Jennifer 3 wasn't the only one who had a shot of winning the bet. I was still very much in it as well.

To Be Continued…

A/N: Ugh! Here comes my pessimistic side again, so if you don't want to hear it, stop reading this paragraph and skip ahead to the next one. This didn't turn out as good as I envisioned it would. Truthfully, this was probably the hardest chapter to write so far. I knew what I wanted to do in this chapter, but I just feel like I could've done better.

Also, I have a couple of ideas for some new stories. I just don't know whether I should write them now or wait until I finish this first. I don't even know how long this is going to end up being. Plus, I don't want to have someone else beat me to an idea that I have right now. On the flip side, I don't want to be a horrible person by having more than one multi-chapter story going at the same time. That'll mean even more pressure to update. Without really spoiling too much, I will briefly tell you what the other two stories I'm thinking of writing are about. One is a Logan/Camille angst story. The other is a Logan/Carlos friendship/horror/humor story. I'll leave it in your hands. You be the judge. Should I write the Logan/Camille angst story in addition to this? Or should I write the Logan/Carlos story in addition to this? Or should I write both of them in addition to this? Or finally, should I just wait and focus on only Big Time Disaster for the time being?