Rachel, the preacher's daughter

Jenna had a reputation -- that made it hard to get close enough to people to win them over to her way of thinking, even with the idol's help. She needed agents -- girls who were popular, trusted. Once she had one, that one would bring others, and they'd bring still more into the fold. But she still needed that first girl. Someone with a weakness she could exploit.

Someone like Rachel Fuller. Daughter of the Reverend Randall Fuller, head of the biggest and most homophobic church in town, and a chip off the old block. If Jenna came to her, properly humble and contrite, and asked for help to "pray the gay away," Rachel wouldn't be able to able to resist the opportunity to "reclaim a soul from Satan," or Franklin Roosevelt, or whoever Fuller was preaching against this week.

Besides, it would drive old "Reverend Fuller-Shit" crazy if his precious daughter came out of the closet... but that pleasure would have to come later. For a while, at least, Rachel would be much more useful to the cause as a mole.