Jenna Ortega used to be your person.

with her quiet kindness, she would take care of you better than your own parents could.

All throughout middle school she was there. As your best friend.

the true hatred came out of nowhere as soon as you were adults. Like a slap in the face from the world. Reminding you, with zero sympathy, that you two could no longer have a simple, non-toxic relationship.

It started with a slow burn.

Jenna forgot to call you back. She forgot your birthday.

she stole your idea for an audition. Snatched up your dream role, and smiled at you as she did it.

It was December 6th, 2025. The day of the Grammy's.

You and Jenna coincidentally booked the same hotel to stay in. With rooms only a few numbers away from each other.

You stepped into the elevator, looking at the reflection staring back at you on the thick elevator doors. Your lipstick was perfect, your hair curled and sitting neatly.

the neckline to your satin dress sat low, with lace adorning it.

you looked beautiful. You knew it.

You looked up from your relection when the door opened again.

And to your distaste, Jenna Ortega walked in beside you, her train brushing your ankles. She gave you a smile. It seemed mocking.

You let out a deep sigh of annoyance, but reminded yourself that once you stepped out of here, you most likely wouldn't see her again for the rest of the night.

You tried not to look at her.

You waited for the familiar DING! Of the elevator, but instead it stopped abruptly, knocking you flat into Jenna Ortega.

After standing, you step to the doors, tapping anxiously

"Oh no. Oh my god. You're fucking kidding me. Oh no."

You tapped helplessly for a minute more, before turning around again.

Your situation was clear: you were stuck in a big, metal tube, with the person you despise.