Death of the Perfect Girl

67- The Identity Crisis

        Charlotte walked up Jenna's front steps with folded arms. Jenna stood up on her porch. "Hey," she smiled. Charlotte quickly walked over to her and hugged her tight. They both walked over to the bench and sat down.

"So," Charlotte wrapped her arm around Jenna's, "how's school going?"

"It's a private school," Jenna shrugged. "I'm supposed to dye my hair a natural color or shave it, but you know I won't."

Charlotte giggled and nodded. "I know."

"What about you? How's everything with Sadie?"

"We got a new substitute. He's a fan of Sadie's. Seems like someone from out of town. She's already maniplulated him into continuing the play and now we're filming it."

"Really?" Jenna brows flew up.

"Yeah. I'm honestly couldn't care less. Sadie wants more attention and validation...I can't believe I was friends with her. I can't believe I made fun of you," she looked at Jenna.

Jenna shrugged. "I don't blame you. I was searching for myself. My identity. I wanted to fight for everyone's rights and being a different gender every day was me doing that. But no one realized it. I was trying to get rid of gender stereotypes by being different people...and I lost myself."

Charlotte stared at her.

"But I know who I am now. I'm someone who wants to stop toxic women from giving us a bad name. Women who are toxic towards other women need to show toxic man an example first. So, I'm calling them out. And YouTube is the best platform to do it."

"And I'm here because I want to help. I'm tired of Sadie. She's hurting everyone. You know she's blackmailing me and Brody, right?"

"You told me. I still don't get how you ended up making out with him."

"I sat next to him on the couch. He mentioned how much he couldn't stand Sadie in a drunken rage. I mentioned that I felt the same way. Then we shared stares and I led him towards the kitchen. We didn't start making out until we got there. It's honestly my fault. I can't tell you who was more drunk but if I can remember more than he did that night...I guess I must've had more responsibility than him. I mean...I led him into the kitchen."

"You were both drunk... I sorry for Brody though. He's been caught at the bar a lot. He got beat up by some guy there once too. He called him a perv."

Charlotte covered her mouth. "Oh my God. How do you know about that?"

"My uncle works the bar on week nights. He calls Brody the kid. Said he was there almost everyday."

Charlotte sank on the bench. "I'm so sorry to hear that. I would visit him but his girlfriend doesn't want me around him."

"She knows?"

"Yeah. And she's trying to protect him at all costs."

"So, she's staying with him? After everything?"

"To be honest, I think Brody has a big heart and she knows that he's easily manipulated when it comes to love. You should see the way he looks at her. He's in love with this person and she clearly hates him... I wonder how much money he has."

They both laughed then Jenna sighed. "Sadie's been texting me a lot lately. She's trying to befriend me so I could probably go on my channel and tell everyone that she's not as bad as I thought. She thinks because I saw you with Brody too, we have this shared secret that will bring us closer together but I don't give a flying French poodle about what happened. I'm just waiting for something to go wrong...Hopefully someone would kill Sadie and shut her up."

Charlotte turned to Jenna with a dropped jaw. "Harsh much?"

"Don't tell me you haven't thought about it."

"No, I haven't. Murder is not just a thought you have."

"Jokingly, maybe. Like, if you were in a room with Hitler, Bin Laden and Sadie and you only had one bullet who would you shoot?"

"Myself, because if I'm in a room with three crazy narcissists I must be one myself-"

"In all seriousness though. You've never thought about killing Sadie? Ever?"

Charlotte looked down at the floor. "I mean...now that you mention it...she never shuts up. Never learns her lesson."

"Exactly-"

"And she just hates and hates and hates!" Charlotte's face began to flush with and red color. "And she influences little kids so much!" Charlotte furrowed her brows then turned to Jenna. "We should...we should do it."

Jenna stared at her then she giggled. "You're joking."

"I'm not," Charlotte folded her arms. "You're all about judging people-"

"I'm actually the opposite-"

Charlotte snorted. "Ha, no you're not- Let's do something about her. She won't stop. She's toxic. And she's had chances for redemption. But she isn't taking them. If she continues on with what she's doing we'll have another generation of toxic women. So, what do you say?"

Jenna gulped. She sat back on the bench. "I was joking Charlotte. I'm a nihilist but I don't think we have the right to kill someone because they're toxic."

"The government does it all the time."

"How would we get away with something like that? People never get away."

Charlotte smiled. "The people who do are never heard of."

"They'll know it was me."

"Then we'll get someone else to do it-"

"Like a hit man?"

"No. Like Fisher."

Jenna shook her head. "He'll never do it."

"You'd be surprised."

Jenna looked at Charlotte. "Okay," she nodded. "If we can get Fisher on board then I'm down."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. I mean...it's for the greater good-"

Charlotte began to laugh. "Jen, I'm joking."

Jenna turned away. "I figured," she shrugged.

Charlotte looked at the group of children running by in halloween costumes.

"No college party to crash?" Jenna looked at her.

"No...I used to do that with Sadie. More like for her actually. But people change. I've changed. I do what's good for me now."