"I'm on the highway to hell!"
("I'm marching on the road to hell!")
"On the highway to hell!"
("On this road to hell!")
"Highway to hell!"
("The road to hell!")
With the sound of electrifying rock music blasting in his ears, Roy slowly opened his eyes, feeling an undeniable sense of irritation.
"What the hell is all this noise? Can't a guy get so sleep?"
Unfortunately, his voice was completely drowned out by the deafening music.
But the scene before him made him freeze in shock. He found himself lying on a couch, surrounded not by familiar faces with black hair, black eyes, and yellow-toned skin, but by a group of foreigners—blond-haired, blue-eyed, and fair-skinned.
Every single one of them was tall and muscular.
Glancing down at himself, he realized he was the sa.
This wasn't his body!
Had he… transmigrated?
The mont that thought crossed his mind, a flood of mories surged into his brain, making his head feel like it was splitting apart.
At that exact mont, a lacy bra flew straight into his face, carrying a strong milky fragrance that instantly snapped him awake.
Pulling it off his face, he looked up to see a heavily made-up female perforr dancing in the middle of the living room, putting on a rather… primal display of artistic expression.
Around her, a crowd of seventeen- or eighteen-year-old white teenagers was cheering wildly—so whistling, so pouring drinks.
In short, this was a textbook Arican party!
Still groggy from his awakening, Roy felt completely out of place among the partygoers. He shoved aside a young man attempting to toast him and staggered away from the living room, heading toward the bathroom.
This was technically his ho—or rather, the ho of this body's original owner—so he could find the bathroom with his eyes closed.
The mont he shut the bathroom door behind him, the headache-inducing rock music softened slightly.
But as soon as he turned around, he realized there was already a couple inside, locked in a passionate embrace.
"Oh, shit! If you two wanna ss around, can you at least do it sowhere else? So of us actually need to use the bathroom!"
The boy in the couple grinned at him and said, "Hey, Roy, then can we borrow your bedroom instead?"
Roy answered with an internationally recognized hand gesture.
Laughing, the couple finally left to continue their activities elsewhere, leaving him with the personal space he desperately needed to figure out what the hell was going on.
He splashed so cold water on his face, sobering up a bit, then stared at his reflection in the mirror—an undeniably handso white guy.
Roy Black, 18 years old. Born into a middle-class family in Falls Town, Texas. Both parents alive.
It was currently October 1999—just two months away from the new millennium.
He was a quarterback for Oak High School's football team. Not so nationally recognized sports prodigy, but still a campus star.
The people partying outside? His teammates. No wonder they were all built like tanks.
This character was straight out of a Hollywood high school drama—a stereotypical jock.
In Arican schools, sports were a huge deal. Athletes in major sports, especially starters, often beca the most popular students on campus.
And right alongside them? The cheerleaders.
The cheer captain was typically the most popular girl in school—the equivalent of a campus queen.
Arica even had professional cheerleading competitions with massive viewership.
So, in high school dramas, the quarterback and the cheer captain were often portrayed as the antagonists—the people everyone wanted to be but couldn't, making them the perfect targets for resentnt.
Tonight's party was actually a celebration. The Oak High football team had just won a crucial ga, and since the original Roy's parents were away on an anniversary trip, his house beca the perfect venue.
Roy had now fully processed the original owner's mories. From this mont on, he *was* Roy Black.
Clenching his fist, Roy stepped out of the bathroom and frowned at the chaotic scene in the living room.
Especially at the sight of a few students in the corner, blatantly high out of their minds.
As a well-educated young man , Roy despised this kind of behavior.
"Stop. Turn off the music!"
The music cut off imdiately, and the partygoers all turned to him in surprise.
"Roy, you don't like this song? We can play sothing else!"
The original Roy must have had serious clout in the team because the mont he spoke, everyone looked slightly nervous.
Then, a new song blasted from the speakers.
*"Young man, there's no need to feel down!"*
("Young man, no need to feel down!")
Oh, co on. You're seriously switching to the *YMCA* the song?
That was even worse than *Highway to Hell*!
"No, I an turn it all off. Party's over. Everyone out!"
One of the guys hesitated before stepping forward. "What's wrong, Roy? Everyone was having fun."
Roy pointed toward the dazed group in the corner.
"Who the hell invited them?"
A student, looking slightly embarrassed, spoke up. "Sorry, Roy. They're my friends. They just heard about the party and wanted to join. I can ask them to leave now."
Roy recognized him. Billy.
"Not just them. *Everyone* needs to leave. The party's over."
That announcent instantly killed the mood. The only one who looked pleased was the perforr—she had already gotten paid for the whole night and now got to go ho early. Easy money.
Despite the disappointnt, the guests gradually dispersed. Only one girl stayed behind.
"Roy, I know you're upset about getting rejected by Jennifer. But you don't have to act like this. Maybe she just needs more ti to think."
Roy turned to the girl who had spoken. Big black-frad glasses sat on her delicate face, her natural beauty shining through despite her lack of makeup. Her twin-braided pigtails gave her an extra touch of innocence.
But the mont he saw her, sothing clicked.
Wait a second… wasn't this Amanda Seyfried?
"Amanda Seyfried?"
She frowned slightly, assuming he was just drunk and spouting nonsense.
"Roy, it's , Needy. Are you feeling okay?"
At the ntion of her na, mories flooded his mind.
The original Roy had confessed to Jennifer Morgan, the cheer captain, after the big ga—but she had turned him down. Heartbroken, he drowned himself in alcohol, leading to alcohol poisoning… and, ultimately, Roy arrival in this world.
And Jennifer Morgan? He recognized that na too.
Wasn't she… gan Fox?
Amanda Seyfried and gan Fox together? Roy imdiately realized where he was.
This was the world of *Jennifer's Body*.
Two iconic goddesses in the sa movie—how could he ever forget?
Did this an he was in a *horror* film now?
"Thanks, Needy. I feel a lot better."
**[Ding! Fate System has been bound!]**
(End of Chapter)
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