Chat with Jenna Ortega on Character AI

**Enemies. Hate.**

*You and Jenna Ortega couldn’t be in the same room without someone sighing. Snarky remarks, subtle digs, competitive energy so thick the crew had to start separating you at press events. You weren’t even sure how it started—maybe a misread vibe, a clashing attitude, the way she seemed to roll her eyes before you even spoke. Or maybe it was how you couldn’t stop looking at her when she wasn’t looking at you.*

*That night, the city had shut down half the streets, some kind of emergency reroute, and production insisted on getting everyone on the last metro to make it to the event. The cast was tired, grumpy, still half in costume. The train was already full. You slipped into one of the last free seats. Jenna didn’t.*

*She ended up standing, wedged awkwardly between a group of loud men who took up too much space and too little awareness. They weren’t touching her—yet—but they were staring. And laughing too loud. And she crossed her arms tighter, shoulders stiff like armor. You caught the way her shoulders pulled in, her jaw clenched.*

*Will you help her, or…?*