A/N: Sorry for such a long wait for such a short chapter. I had this written a while ago but just got around to finishing/editing it and publishing it. I hope you guys like it, even if it is so short. I just recently moved and started college today, so I'll be busy with that but I'll try to update it when I can! Thank you so much for your patience.

Disclaimer: I don't own Jennifer's Body, characters, dialogue, etc. I own my OCs, original dialogue, etc. etc. etc. Unbeta'd so all mistakes are mine. Please enjoy!

High school is hell. Figuratively, of course. Unless you were a demon student and attended school literally in Hell, then, yeah, it actually was hell. But it was especially hard if you weren't "normal" which was a very thin margin of students at Devil's Kettle. And inside the tiny section of "normal" students were the popular kids, which included, of course, Jennifer Check.

The queen of Devil's Kettle. She ruled the school and half of the town. She was gorgeous and dressed like a goddess and could convince a seasoned bouncer to let her into a 21+ club and get any dude to buy her drinks. She was at the center of the popular kids and everyone at school worshipped her.

Outside the lines of normalcy were where the relatively okay kids who took time out of their days to participate in extracurricular activities. These were band, theatre and art kids. They were a little off but could function fine at school. They usually had the best grades and were popular in their own little groups. Everyone knew their artwork or what instrument they played, but didn't know their names. If you were in band it was more likely for someone to yell out, "Hey! You're the tuba kid, right?" rather than your actual name. But they didn't seem to mind.

Farther out were nerds, geeks and science buffs. These were the kids who asked for extra credit in a class they were exceeding in and created all sorts of scientific equations for fun. They also created the Robo Club and built RC robots to battle each other in the computer room. Apparently they were also trying to beat the Guinness world record for shortest amount of time to buy all the lots in Monopoly.

After that were the outcasts. They were the weirder kids who showered once a week and wore the same greasy black shirts every day. They only socialized with the same five people and ate lunch in the alcove by the gym doors. They tried to impress other kids with their "extensive" knowledge of foreign languages and cultures (which usually included two or three incorrectly pronounced words and a misguided idea of how schools in Japan worked).

Then at the very edge of the circle of the social pond were the goths, rebels and "freaks". I was in this group. For some reason the bronies were more accepted than I was, but it didn't really matter. It was only high school. Colin was in this group as well along with The Dead Girls and a few other oddballs that couldn't be defined or labeled. It was kind of nice in our little group on the outskirts of the school. We didn't have to deal with all the filth that circulated through the other layers that came out from the middle of the pool where Jennifer was.

And then there was Needy. Anita Lesnicky was somewhere in between the second and third layer of the pool. She wasn't quite a theatre/band kid but she wasn't full geek. She rode her life right on the line that separated the two and she never dipped her toes too far into one or the other. She was right in the middle. But she had always been a middle type of gal. She never was too this or too that. She was balanced and it was nice. I could always count on her to be level-headed and even-tempered and she always gave great advice. There were just a bunch of little things about her that made her so appealing. I was grateful to have her as a friend. And so was Colin. She had critiqued some of his work in Creative Fiction and gave him some pointers how to convey his thoughts better. She really was a great person, which was why it was so surprising that she was friends with Jennifer.

I guess there was always that one friend you couldn't explain your friendship with. It was just something that was there, that had always been and always would be. An unbreakable bond that had formed some way or another during a critical developmental period of your childhood. A forever friend. That's what Jennifer was to Needy.

Anyways, high school wasn't the best place to be if you weren't in that tiny pinpoint in the center of the world called popularity. And it got harder the farther away from it you were. The only real friends I had at school were Colin and Needy. I did talk to The Dead Girls but they had more in common with Colin than me so we didn't socialize too much. But Colin was my right-hand man. He was with me almost 24/7 when we were friends and we were near inseparable once we began dating. The only time we weren't together was at night after 11pm. We'd never spent the night at each other's houses. My parents were weird about having boys over and had developed a habit of checking my room at every hour to make sure I was still there during the night. They didn't want me sneaking out and going to Colin's. They were afraid that we'd have sex and I'd get pregnant and drop out of high school.

Colin's mom was a little bit more relaxed about the whole thing but she told him that if he got me, or any girl, pregnant before he graduated then there would be hell to pay. We laughed about it a lot but it didn't bother us too much to be apart for a few hours a night. After all, he picked me up for school and after school we spent the rest of the day together. Sometimes we'd invited Needy and her boyfriend Chip and we'd all go out to the movies or somewhere to eat. More often than not it was just Colin, Needy and I. Chip wasn't too big into hanging out with the goths and emos. It didn't bother us any and Needy enjoyed having a little time away from her boyfriend.

One Friday, Colin and I asked Needy if she wanted to go see The Exorcist at the Bijou since they were having a full weekend of horror movies. Needy was eager to join us, sharing a love for classic horror movies with me, and asked Chip to go with her. He declined the invitation, stating that he had more than a weekend's worth of homework to do before Monday. So it was just going to be us three until, to our surprise, Jennifer approached us. She'd overheard the conversation and expressed how much she wanted to go with us.

Colin and I exchanged looks but agreed and set a time to meet at my house. I jotted down the address for Jennifer and she took the paper and smiled at me.

"Thanks, Bandit. I'm looking forward to spending some time with you guys." With that she turned, her long black hair flowing behind her as she strutted down the hallway. Colin and Needy looked at me and I gave them a puzzled look.

"Is she on something?" I asked, tucking my pen back behind my ear.

"Maybe," Colin agreed.

"That was unlike her," Needy began, knitting her eyebrows together. "Maybe she actually does want to hang out with us, though..."

"With you maybe," I retorted not unkindly, "but not us. You know she doesn't like us."

"Maybe she won't show up," Colin murmured mostly to himself, his hand at his mouth as he chewed at his lip ring. "That's a possibility, right?"

"She probably confused us with some other people," I smiled jokingly, "and that's why she agreed to go with us."

Needy smiled and laughed softly before becoming serious again. "It was weird, though, huh? We didn't even offer. She just … volunteered."

"Well whatever," I sighed, slinging the strap of my cross-body bag from one shoulder to the other, "whether she's a no show or, you know, actually comes, it's no big deal. I have to go get ready, anyways. Colin are you coming with me?"

He nodded, still slightly caught up with his thoughts as to why the girl had volunteered to go with us. I turned to look at Needy and smiled at her.

"I expect to see at least you tonight at my house. We can carpool. Colin's driving."

"That'd be fine."

"Good. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go home." I stepped between the two of them and headed down the halls. I glanced over my shoulder and raised an eyebrow at the black-haired boy who was still biting his bottom lip in concentration. "Hey, Major Tom, you coming with me or not?"

Colin's head snapped up and he looked over at me, pulling his hand down from his face and nodded. "Yeah." He half-smiled at Needy before catching up with me and resting his hand on my shoulder. "Do you think Jennifer will really show up tonight?"

I shrugged, leaning into the crook of his arm as we squeezed by the cluster of kids lining both sides of the hall. "Maybe. It'd be a big surprise if she did." I glanced up at him. "Why? Do you want her to?"

He looked down at me, "U-Uh, no? I mean it'd be … It's fine, I guess... I'm not, I don't really … care..."

I laughed and wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him closer to me. "I'm just joking. Relax a little bit! Gosh, you're always so uptight at school." I pulled away to nudge him with my elbow and his arm slipped off my shoulder. I grabbed his hand and pulled him along behind me. "Well come on, I don't want to get stuck in traffic on the way home. You have to get changed too so we might have to stop at your house."

"I think I have some clothes at your house, though."

"You might but we won't find out unless we hurry and get home!"

The corner of his mouth turned up in a sort of smile and he turned his eyes down. "All right, all right, I'll hurry."

I grinned, "That's my boy."