{ Chica }

Everyone was silent when they returned from the funeral. Mari went into the living room and sat on the couch, his eyes glazed over and his mouth shut tight. Bonnie went into the bathroom and took a quick shower, then went outside into the backyard, saying she wanted to be alone.

Chica then took her turn in the shower. She washed her hair and body quickly, then just sat under the spray thinking and occasionally sighing. She couldn't believe BB was gone. He was such a great kid.

Shivering, Chica stepped out of the shower and dried herself off, putting on a white tank-top and yellow athletic shorts. She brushed her hair and went into the kitchen to eat food. As she put a pizza pocket in the microwave, she checked her phone. There was a text from Bonnie. The blue-haired girl obviously didn't want to talk to anyone at the moment, but what could she be texting Chica about?

Bonnie:

Damn, you're fat. You make sumo wrestlers look anorexic.

Chica stopped in her tracks, staring at the words to make sure she read them right. Why would Bonnie say something like that? The blonde looked out the window at Bonnie, who was sitting in the grass, her back to her. She was bent over something, what Chica guessed was her phone.

But why would she say that? Chica decided to reply.

Chica:

What?

Bonnie replied as Chica was getting her pizza pocket out of the oven.

Bonnie:

You're so fat the only letters of the alphabet you know are KFC.

Chica nearly dropped the pizza pocket. She stole another glance outside. Bonnie hadn't moved. Why would she say those things? She didn't even think KFC was all that great. Sitting down with a huff, Chica replied.

Chica:

You're being so mean!

Bonnie responded in seconds.

Bonnie:

At least when I do a handstand my stomach doesn't hit me in the face.

Chica felt tears in her eyes. She was overweight, yeah, but she wasn't that fat... was she? Angrily, Chica put the phone down and quickly ate her hot pocket, occasionally stealing glances at Bonnie. She would go confront her when she was done eating. One time she glanced, Jenny was outside talking to Bonnie. The next time Chica looked out the window, Jenny was walking back inside.

As soon as she finished the pizza pocket, she shoved the plate in the sink without washing it off. She stormed out the back door, fighting back tears. "Bonnie!" she yelled in a rage as she pushed open the back door.

The blue-haired girl whirled around to face Chica, her eyebrows up in question. She sat still, calm and collected, as Chica stormed up to her, and slapped her.

{ Bonnie }

The breeze blowed against Bonnie's face as she sat outside, cross-legged in the grass, facing the fence. There was so much going throuh her head. Foxy and their fight, the evil Jenny, BB and how he would never be able to date Maria.

She flipped her phone around in her hands, not bothering to turn it on. She just twisted it, picked at the volume buttons absentmindeldy. A sigh escaped her lips and she wished she had her guitar to play her emotions away.

Suddenly the back door slammed open behind her, and Chica's angry voice screeched in her ears. "Bonnie!"

Curious, she turned around to face her fuming best friend, wondering what had her so angry. She had some pizza sauce by her lip and her eyes were full of rage. Chica stormed across the lawn and backhanded her, causing white spots to explode in her vision. Bonnie dropped her phone and stumbled with a yelp.

Grabbing her phone she stood, dusted herself off, and touched a tender hand to her stinging cheek. "What's wrong with you?" She asked the fuming blonde. Chica was about the same height as her, and they were eye to eye. Rage boiled in Chica's gaze like a river of molten lava.

"Why the hell would you say mean things about my weight?" Chica screeched.

Bonnie felt insulted. "What?" She asked. "I'm your best friend! I would never insult your weight."

"Well you did!" Chica retorted, her hands balled into shaking fists at her sides.

"What are you talking about?" Bonnie demanded, her voice raising.

Chica snatched the phone out of Bonnie's hand and entered her password, 1-9-8-7. She held out the screen for Bonnie to see, for it was already on the messages app. Messages on the right were in blue, showing that Bonnie sent them, but those were not words she had typed into the keyboard.

She stuttered for a few minutes, saying things like "I didn't- I swear- who-" when she gasped and pointed at the phone. "Jenny!" she yelled, gritting her teeth.

Chica scoffed. "Wow, Bonnie! You're really blaming this on Jenny?"

"Yes!" Bonnie yelled. "She's the one who sent the messages, not me!"

"How could Jenny possibly have sent them? YOU are the one with the phone!"

"But she-"

"Bonnie just shut up! I can't believe you! Not only do you insult me, but then when you get caught in the act you deny it was you!"

"Chica-"

"Shut up! I don't want to talk to you. From now on, we aren't friends anymore," Chica snarled. With that, she shoved the phone into Bonnie's hand and stormed back into the house, fuming.

Bonnie just stood in the lawn, dumbfounded. Jenny had really done it. She had taken her boyfriend away from her, and caused her best friend to hate her. She had not sent those messages. In fact, as she stood outside thinking, everything fit into place.

Bonnie had sat hunched in the grass, playing with a small flower When Jenny had come outside to ask her if she was alright. Bonnie coudn't help but notice she was being very kind. She didn't insult Bonnie or say anything sarcastic, but instead asked her if she needed anything. When she said no, Jenny had given Bonnie her iPhone, which she said that Bonnie had left on the bed.

It all made sense. Jenny found the phone and texted Chica those mean things, and then planted the phone on Bonnie to make it obvious that it was Bonnie that sent the messages. Anger boiled up in Bonnie's chest, thirst for revenge coursing through her veins, causing her to tremble, clenching her teeth.

Jenny was evil. She hated Bonnie. But why?

Bonnie looked up and glanced at the window. Through it she could see Jenny and Mike in the kitchen, talking to Freddy and Chica. Mike had his arm around Jenny's waist, and she looked as innocent as can be.

"I'm going to find out what she's planning, why she hates me so much, and expose her. And when I do...," Bonnie growled to herself, glaring down at the phone in her hand. She smiled a mischevious smile, and couldn't help but chuckle.

"This bitch is going down."