Previously: the sender of the A notes was just walking into AP English.

Chapter 3

The girl slid into an empty seat and took our her pen and notebook, twirling her finger thoughtfully. She was enjoying this-walking into class late, and seeing shock on her classmates' faces. She slid out her new BlackBerry and fired off a brisk, businesslike text. Want to take over? I think you'd be more interested in doing this yourself. She clicked Send and watched the envelope spiral in and out of the screen. Sent. A response came back immediately. You got it.

She smiled to herself. Of course she would have to explain it carefully, they would have to work very closely together to make lives miserable. But why stop at them? Why not spread the misery to their families and other people around them?

The ability to make peoples' lives a misery-to do something and watch people freak out. She loved it. Loved how she could switch her emotions on and off at any given time of the day or night. It came to her automatically now. She used to have to work at it. Now, she could go from stone-hearted bitch to sweet and playful in the blink of an eye. That was the advantage to messing with people for years. She felt less and less guilt with every person she messed with, and her acting skills got better and better. Just like her partner in all of this. Her family didn't know this darker side of her. There was so much they didn't know. Such as her penchant for older guys.

A new message came through, her cell phone lighting up and blinking happily. I'll need a lot of details to pull this off. Meet me tonight to get dinner and we can discuss. Bring supplies.

Just then the bell shrilled and the class filed out. It would be hard to blend into the crowds. It would take a lot of skilful maneuvring to get this accomplished. But they were smart. Almost genius level, and that meant they could pull this off. It would get done.

Only they knew the truth about... well... everything. The Jenna Thing, the works. All thanks to a simple notebook.

Together, they would rule the school. They would keep everyone on their toes. It was a service really. And soon, she would completely hand the job over and step back to watch the chaos unfold. Really, it was a perfect deal. She was doing services to everyone. Helping one person get her vengeance, and keeping the students aware and a bit less self-absorbed. Eventually, she would be back on top, where she belonged.

Really, she couldn't go wrong. Neither of them could. Everything had always gone her way, and she would ensure it would for years to come. Even if it meant four people who used to be very close to her heart had to die. They would die for her, and that was really all that mattered to her.

If you cry, I'll cry for you

I'll lie for you, if you lie for me

I'd die for you.

Would you die for me?

A fragment of a poem she'd written years ago drifted into her mind. Except that it was no longer true, its meaning faded and old. She would be making people cry, lying to people, and she would see to it that if they had to die, it would be for her.

The major change was, though, she would no longer die for anyone. Except one person.

Yet despite her calmness, her guiltlessness and lack of feeling over being a mega-bitch, she knew she couldn't bring herself to die for that one person. Because if she did, it would mean she no longer would be perfect. And perfect was her life's meaning. Her destiny. The Jenna Thing had been a minor blip, but as always she'd managed to manipulate it so the blame was off her and on someone else.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't ever quite match up to her own incredibly high standards and levels of perfection.

She knew this was because if she was too perfect, she may appear imperfect.

She also knew she'd rather kill herself first.

Yay... Another chapter, brought to you despite the pain I'm in and the tiredness I'm feeling. (I had an injection today).

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