She was the outcast of your school, and you were the popular one, the stunning one. You had the perfect body, and healthy, long hair. You were a dream, and Jenna was just... on the side. Jenna preferred it like that. Bullies didn't notice her.

Today, though, you and her were in the bathroom together. You were fixing your makeup, and Jenna was making sure she looked okay. Jenna turned around and admired you. "You know, you don't even need to wear that shit."