Jennifer--s Body -2009- -

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

I went home and sharpened my mother’s sewing scissors. The final scene happened at the town pool, after hours. Megan had lured the entire football team there with a text that said “skinny dipping and no consequences.” She was in the water, floating on her back, when I walked in. The boys were already gone. The pool was pink. Jennifer--s Body -2009-

For the first time, her face cracked. Just a hairline fracture. “It’s not inside me, Needy. I’m inside it . And it’s always hungry.” She looked at me—really looked, like the old Megan peeking through a keyhole. “Run away. Tonight. Don’t look back.” “Go to the kitchen,” I said, pulling my

I didn’t run.

“You said boys,” I said. “Not Chip.” Megan had lured the entire football team there

Because that’s the thing about surviving a demon. You swallow a little of its darkness. And once it’s inside you, you start looking at boys—at everyone—and wondering what they taste like.

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