Jennifer--s Body -2009- -

“You brought scissors to a demon fight?” she laughed.

“I’m hungry,” she whispered. Her eyes weren't human. They were the color of root beer bottles held up to the sun. Jennifer--s Body -2009-

“Don’t tell,” she whispered. “Or I’ll start with your boyfriend.” The next morning, Chip was late for first period. By third period, his car was still in the lot, but he wasn’t. I found his letterman jacket behind the bleachers. It was wet. Not with rain—with something that had a pulse recently. “You brought scissors to a demon fight

“You said boys,” I said. “Not Chip.” They were the color of root beer bottles held up to the sun

“Go to the kitchen,” I said, pulling my comforter to my chin.

Megan was at her locker when she heard the news. She smiled.

“Freak accident,” she said, tilting her head. Her hair, which used to be mousy and fine, now fell in a black curtain that seemed to drink the fluorescent light. “Poor guys.”