Jawbreaker Page #5

She said that I rocked her world.

It doesn't quite

all add up to me though.

Do you know a girl named Fern?

Fern Mayo?

Uh-uh.

Come on.

The girl, she's a little geeky?

She does errands for Ms. Sherwood.

Okay. I think I know.

Well, Fern Mayo is Violette.

What do you mean?

She's Courtney's creation.

Why would Courtney give her

the time of day?

You don't want to know.

I do. Please tell me.

Liz Purr is part of it.

Jesus, Julie. What is it?

Okay.

Do you know how girls sometimes kidnap

their girlfriends on their birthdays?

Well, we do that.

Okay.

Well, Courtney had

a stroke of genius.

It was totally disgusting.

Courtney put her back in the bed

and tried to make it like she was raped.

Well, tried to.

That's when Fern showed up.

Fern?

Take her place.

So what're you gonna do?

I don't know.

You gotta do something.

I know.

You can't pretend nothing happened--

I know that.

You gotta tell somebody.

I'm taking Dane to the prom.

Surprise.

Aren't we cocky? Too bad

you don't have the cock part down.

Well, at least

I'm not jocking it. Heh.

Dane may be a jock,

but let's face it.

He was born to be prom king.

What he does after prom

is his problem.

He could get married, coach

Little League. I could give a sh*t.

He's a yearbook photo,

a piece of nostalgia that

won't stand the test of time.

So where's the cherry bomb?

Rehearsal.

Ah. Good. Julie can kiss

drama boy goodbye.

I think Violette is out of control.

I mean, the car, the parking place.

Oh, honey. It's like when people first get money.

They're called nouveau riche.

They drape themselves

in fur and jewels.

They're pathetic,

but they don't know any better.

Yeah, but Violette--

Violette is the same.

For once in her pathetic life,

people are giving her the time of day.

The little whore is milking it

for all she's worth.

What the hell?

- You stupid cow!

- What?

Courtney!

- Get off.

Who the heck do you think you are?

Angelyne?

What the f***

are you doing?

Exactly what you taught me.

I taught you

to disrespect us?

You taught me to rule.

That's right. Rule, b*tch!

But don't forget who made you.

I'm sorry. Sometimes I'm

at the mercy of the crowd.

I can't help it, Courtney.

They love to hate me.

Don't fool yourself. Deep down,

they know who you are, Fern.

I'm Violette.

You're whatever the f***

I want you to be.

Courtney.

Pretty little Courtney.

Let's stop pretending, shall we?

You once spoke of ammo.

Ammunition, if I'm correct.

I don't know why,

but it really struck me.

In the last few weeks,

it's all come clear.

And on a clear day, baby,

you can see tomorrow.

Excuse me?

I've got the power.

Her name's sweet Liz, remember?

Your bloated boo-boo?

I'll f***ing shred you, you whore!

And I'll tell a secret.

Do tell. But don't be surprised

when they laugh in your face.

Cruz has a suspect in custody.

It ain't me.

I know the truth. I know

what really happened, Courtney.

I made you, and I can

break you just as easily.

Good idea.

Kill me like you did Liz.

Courtney?

Julie, you're doing

the right thing.

I know, I know.

Everything's gonna be okay, right?

Right.

Right.

But I'm guilty too.

Courtney will say I was there.

I didn't stop them or tell the police.

That's why we need evidence.

That would be great. But Courtney

destroyed everything. There's nothing.

What about the Polaroid?

Didn't you say there was a camera?

Yes. She took a picture.

Yeah? And who has it?

I don't know.

What do you mean?

I don't know! It was chaos.

We popped the trunk.

She dropped it.

She dropped the camera.

Okay, it was right about here.

It's gone.

Look, Julie,

is there anything else?

There's nothing.

At this point,

it's my word against hers.

Looks like that's gonna

have to be good enough.

I understand you have something

about the Liz Purr murder.

I wanted to tell you that we

have a suspect in custody.

We found the man leaving Liz's house that morning.

If his semen matches--

What're you talking about?

Julie, Liz wasn't as innocent

as she appeared to be.

Bullshit! It's not true.

I know it's difficult

for you to understand--

Excuse me.

This isn't happening.

Liz was a virgin.

Someone had sex in that bed

after Liz died.

It was just the four of you, right?

Yeah.

Wait a minute.

Unless someone went back.

Oh, my God.

What?

She said it herself.

They'll believe it because

it's their worst nightmare.

Elizabeth Purr, the picture

of teenage perfection

obliterated by perversion.

What are you saying?

Courtney found some poor guy

to have sex in Liz's bed

to make it look like murder.

What?

Come on.

We gotta get out of here.

Where are we going?

We are gonna bring that b*tch down.

Violette?

Oh, my God.

What the hell is this?

Well, there you are.

You had quite a fall, my dear.

What happened?

You fainted out in the quad.

I want you to take it easy, Fern.

What did you say?

Your name is Fern Mayo, correct?

No. No, it's not.

Well, that's what it says right here.

Get me out of here.

There she is!

This is crazy.

Fern Mayo! Fern f***ing Mayo!

I thought you looked familiar!

Take off your mask, Fern!

Shut up!

It's over, b*tch.

What the hell is this?

Fern?

Oh, my God.

Fern, are you okay?

Fern, it's me, Julie.

I'm not Fern.

Oh, my God.

It's okay, Fern.

Go away. Please just go away.

It's okay.

How can you look at me?

I'm sh*t.

I'm reprehensible.

No, you're not.

I'm nothing.

Before all this, I was something.

Not much, but something.

You were a good person, Fern.

A lot of good that did me.

I'm nothing. I'm sh*t.

I'm a nobody.

I don't blame you

for what you did.

I know what it's like to be scared.

That day at Liz's house, we were terrified.

It's not like you had a choice.

I'm so sorry, Julie. I'm so sorry.

It's okay. I know.

What a f***ing tearjerker!

Look. It's like Terms of

Endearment, part three.

Only this time, the boyfriend's gay.

Yeah. And the rest of the cast sucks!

Who the f*** are you?

What?

They charged some poor guy

with murder?

What have you done, Courtney?

What have you done?

Just what I had to do, dear.

What?

Destroy another life, Courtney?

Life's a b*tch, then you die.

No, honey, you're the b*tch.

Oh. So aggressive, Julie.

It kind of turns me on.

I'm sure Fern likes it.

Come on, Marce.

This train wreck's getting old.

It's over, Courtney.

I am petrified.

See you at prom tonight, Julie.

Some poor, nameless son of a b*tch

thought he got lucky.

Boy, was he wrong, huh?

How could she do that?

She's so evil.

And she's only in high school.

What are we gonna do?

We make her pay for what she did.

We could go to prom.

You're not serious, are you?

Gee, great idea. And on the way,

let's pick up some pig's blood.

That's real cute.

- Can you take me home?

It's a shame Julie

couldn't make it tonight.

Isn't her boyfriend

in drama?

I bet they couldn't decide who

got to wear the dress. Ha, ha, ha.

You are evil.

Oh, listen to the queen

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