Jawbreaker Page #3

Let's just do this and get out.

I love your hair.

I love the way it shines.

What?

She looked at me.

I swear to God,

she looked at me.

Her eyes are open.

She has to look somewhere.

My God, Marcie, she's dead. Relax.

Liz?

How's that?

Very natural.

Thank you.

Liz?

Jules?

Jules?

I need your seal

of approval here.

Now come over here

and check it out.

Does it look real?

- I can't do this. No!

Liz?

Did you hear that?

You're being paranoid.

Will you relax?

I killed Liz, the teen dream.

Deal with it.

I have to get out of here.

What?

What's wrong?

You don't understand.

I'm not doing this.

I don't want anything to do with this.

- It's a little late for that.

Courtney, please. I want to go to

the police, tell them it was an accident.

We didn't mean to kill her.

The police will come

when her parents find the body.

She was raped.

You can't just say that because

she's in bed with her legs spread.

I can't believe this!

I am looking after us.

I am saving your ass,

and you sh*t on me.

Go to hell, Courtney.

Fern?

You're Fern Mayo, right?

I'm Courtney.

I don't think we've officially met,

what with the cruel politics

of high school and all.

Hi.

May I introduce Marcie Fox?

Foxy.

Fern, I need you to be

completely honest with us.

And I know you will be, because

you're an honest kind of gal.

Tell us, did you hear anything?

And let's not lie.

I have this gift. I can smell a lie.

Leave her alone,

Courtney.

Fern is a big girl, Julie.

She can speak for herself.

Fern, come on,

I'm gonna take you home.

Homework.

What?

I was sent with Liz's homework.

Isn't that nice? Heh, heh.

And you heard us?

It's okay.

Fern.

No one's gonna hurt you.

I don't know.

She doesn't know.

We're all girlfriends here.

It's just between us.

What do you know?

She doesn't know anything.

Come on, Fern.

Say what you heard.

Come on, Fern. Say it!

What did you hear?

Marcie, get her!

Let her go.

Have a little scare, dear?

- Boo!

I'll come clean with you, Fern, because once

our bloated boo-boo floats to the surface,

it'll all become clear

in that little head of yours, anyway.

And we wouldn't want you

to do anything rash, would we?

No. Uh-uh.

You knew Liz Purr, right?

I know of her.

Knew of her. Past tense.

She's dead, Fern. She died.

But we've got a bit of a problem

because you know we did it.

You heard us. That gives you

a little something called power.

The power to tell. And you're

the kind of girl that tells.

A tattletale.

A rat.

I know you.

I know all about you.

You're the one in the corner that the geeks

won't dance with because they're at home

f***ing old pervs in cyberspace,

thinking they're doing some hot babe.

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