<center>Int., JARED’S HOUSE, night.  We pan over a ‘Myspace’ message from a spunky, mystic looking young lady with the display name ‘Togepi!’ on the computer screen and then a close up of the text, a small blur and lines across the screen as if our faces were pressed up against an actual screen.  Now, a side pan of JARED, crumpled in a chair, head in his hand, mumbling to himself; he is reading LEAH’s message aloud to himself.

JARED
“…not man enough to-”

Close up, side view of OTHER Jared’s face lying back against the couch arm, taking a cigarette out of his mouth.  He blows smoke as he finishes JARED’s sentence;

OTHER JARED
“-to take care of a whole lotta woman.”
You’ve been dismissed, my friend.  Our worst fears are confirmed.  Or well… yours anyway.  

JARED
Our fears.  Don’t make me feel like I’m alone.  Not right now.  This is why you’re here, man.

OTHER JARED
Well… me excluded, this is pretty big.  So what do you make of it?  (Looking over at JARED with a wry grin.)

OTHER Jared stands and walks towards JARED, blowing out the last puff from his cigarette, and stubs it out on the floor.  JARED sits bent over the desk, head in his hands whimpering.  Quick cut of the entire room, JARED is alone, the OTHER Jared is momentarily not there- a clarification that the OTHER Jared is just a hallucination.  

JARED
Not man enough… Not a man… Not a… I can’t…

He begins to hug himself.  His grip is tight, we see scratch marks on his arms.  Cut to- LEAH sitting cross-legged on the desk, her fingers locked together held up in the air, peering over JARED.  Her skin is white as paper, and she glows in an almost fluorescent-ish electronic, but ghostly way.  Close up- a sly grin on her face, she begins to giggle.  

LEAH
You know, Jared, charm only gets you so far.  After that, you’d better have a big dick!

JARED grips himself tighter, and whimpers louder, as OTHER JARED leans over JARED’s shoulder in a fast motion.

OTHER JARED
SHUT UP!!!!!!
Quick close up, of LEAH’s lips in profile, giggling while repeating the phrase over and over again, like a child’s playful chant.  Quick cut of tears streaming down JARED’s face.  Pan shot of OTHER JARED shaking JARED’s shoulder.

OTHER JARED
DON’T LISTEN TO HER!!!  SHUT IT OUT!!!

He looks up at LEAH with intense hatred.

OTHER JARED
You little bitch!!!  You’re KILLING HIM!!!  Stop!!!

LEAH (giggling school girlishly)
No, you dumbass!  YOU’RE killing him! ♥
I’M just being Leah!  (Continues giggling and begins chanting the phrase again.)

OTHER JARED springs into LEAH’s face, grabs her hands, parting them, and thrusts his head towards her face, headbutting her.  As soon as his forehead connects with her face she is gone, her giggling still echoes for a minute.  OTHER JARED looks wide-eyed, his hands still gripping thin air, he is breathing extremely hard.

Int.  LEAH’s house.  She sits cross-legged in her office chair, at her desk.  A young male is on his knees under the desk, his head in her lap.  She is stroking his long, golden blond hair.  He is dressed preppy; much like the OTHER JARED.  Close up of LEAH, talking on her phone.  

LEAH
He messaged you too?  …Okay.  Yeah.  But what’s this about a… NO!!!  Christ no!!! That would be a disaster!! Do you understand how fucked up things would get if he CAME HERE???!  First and foremost, he’d ruin EVERYTHING.  Second of all, my father WOULD contact the police.  (pause.)  No.  It’s out of the question.  He can do whatever he wants from there, but if he shows up in town, there will be no slack for him.  TELL HIM.  (pause.)  Say what EVER you need to just keep him from it.  Yeah.  See you Monday.  

She hangs up, and looks around, then at the YOUNG MAN.

YOUNG MAN
So what do you want me to do about this guy?  I can send him a message if you want…

Close up.  LEAH’s face, with more color than JARED’s hallucination.  Quick flash of JARED crying.  Another quick flash of OTHER JARED’s face moving fast towards hers, about to head-butt her.  His eyes are full of hatred and a determination that LEAH does not understand.  She flinches slightly, and the camera moves slightly away (as if pushed but in a fast motion) from LEAH’s face, now struck with worry.  She looks at the floor, troubled.
LEAH
No… It’s okay.  I can deal with him myse-

LEAH gasps.  Quick cut of YOUNG MAN’s hand moving up her leg, VERY close to her crotch.  LEAH blushes, and moves his hand away.  His face falls slightly, and he looks questioningly up at her.

LEAH
Not now, Brian.  I’m… I’m just not in the mood.  

Int.  JARED’s computer room.  OTHER JARED sits on JARED’s couch, lighting a cigarette while sitting bent over, looking pensively at the floor.  JARED is close by, sprawled back in the office chair like a rag doll, looking dazed.

JARED
She’s gonna be back, isn’t she?

OTHER JARED
Yeah… I can’t keep her held off… not all night…

JARED
What…?  What do you mean by that…?

LEAH
(Mockingly) He’s SAYING he’s weak!  A little limp-dick candy-ass who can’t even hold off a little girl!  Then again, little rejects can’t get me off their mind!  It’s so creepy… it’s really piggish!  (She giggles.)

LEAH starts to chant the phrase again, almost like she’s in a trance.  It is loud, like blaring speakers on a boombox.  She walks towards JARED, making him back away in the rolling office chair.  He gets up.  The OTHER JARED is trying to hold him up and keep him steady, making him stand against LEAH.  JARED pushes him away violently, and runs frantically through the house, while the CAMERA follows him.  LEAH, in all her glowing white ghostliness glides, almost skipping behind him, chanting her phrase.  Quick cut of JARED’s face, looking back, filled with wild terror.  LEAH corners him in the kitchen.