Jennifer--s Body -2009- 🔥

“I’m hungry,” she whispered. Her eyes weren't human. They were the color of root beer bottles held up to the sun.

“The hunters,” I said.

JENNIFER CHECK — 1991–2009 SHE WAS A MONSTER. BUT SHE WAS MY MONSTER. Jennifer--s Body -2009-

She touched it, looked at the red on her fingertip, and licked it clean. “Am I?” That night, she showed up at my window. I didn’t hear the glass slide open. I just felt the cold. “I’m hungry,” she whispered

“Freak accident,” she said, tilting her head. Her hair, which used to be mousy and fine, now fell in a black curtain that seemed to drink the fluorescent light. “Poor guys.” “The hunters,” I said

She blew on her nails. “Chip was a boy. And he tasted like insecurity and AXE body spray. Next question.”