Jenna's been sleeping around... again.

"I swear," Jenna says defensively, "he told me you guys broke up. How was I supposed to know you were planning to get back together?"

Jenna's back firmly presses against the wall as the other three girls step forward. You see your friend's eyes dart around looking for some sort of escape route, but to no avail.

"You fucking slut!" the brunette girl in the middle yells. "You know that Ryan and I are soulmates!"

Well clearly, Ryan thought otherwise. Or maybe being soulmates has nothing to do with who you sleep with. It's not your place to decide.

"We would never really break up," the brunette continues as she continues stepping forward, her face now mere inches away from Jenna's. The brunette grabs Jenna by the collar of her t-shirt and pulls Jenna in close, her eyes piercing daggers.

"You just wanted to fuck with me, didn't you?" the girl spits in Jenna's face. "So upset that I got first clarinet and not you?"

"Does he know you two are soulmates?" Jenna spits back. "Because that's definitely not how he acted when I brought him up to my room, night after night to 'practice for band'."

The brunette steps a bit back in disgust. Jenna's eyes are lit up as her face forms a grin, knowing she's struck a nerve.

"And this isn't about first chair. I just had an opportunity to show a poor guy what it's like to really have a good time, instead of whatever it is you two did."

You stand there, debating whether you should step in to make sure that Jenna doesn't go too far. You look over at Angel and notice her transfixed on the drama playing out in front of you two. You wonder what she's thinking about. Either way, this soap opera might have gone on long enough.