Summary: Rewrite of Always the Good Girl as a thank you to all the wonderful reviews I got, the story alerts and favorites I was put on.

If you've never read this: it starts with Olivia's point of view before the events of She's The Man and takes off from there.


Olivia Lennox had always been a good girl. Ever since she was a born and her parents brought her home from the hospital, she'd been well behaved. She wasn't fussy like all her parent's friends babies and for that they were eternally grateful. Her big blue eyes were always sparkling and alert to the world but she didn't make a big production about needing attention like the other babies seemed to do. She would giggle and just seem happy to be there, regardless of where she was and wouldn't cry unless she was sick or hurt. As she kept growing up, she didn't give her parents a hard time like everyone predicted. They said that their good luck would run out and to be prepared for the terrible twos. But those never reared their ugly head to disturb their household. Olivia was still the same sweet kid she had always been, even if sometimes she was stubborn and it took a little coaxing to get her to share her toys with the other kids. Olivia always gave in when her parents sat her down and asked her to please share her toys and be nice because she didn't want to see their faces look sad that she wasn't playing nice. That's how they knew that they could always count on their little girl to do the right thing time and time again.

When she started going to school, in kindergarten, she was the only girl that wanted to stay indoors during recess and play with her teachers instead of the other kids because being outside meant getting messy and she didn't want to ruin her pretty dresses. Princesses didn't wear muddy dresses and she wanted to be a princess just like Cinderella because it was her favorite movie in the whole world, so she took extra good care of her blue dresses that her parents said brought out her eyes. She didn't want to stop wearing them because they were her favorites and she saw what happened to all the boys that got grass stains and mud all other their favorite Spiderman shirts. They had to stop wearing them and throw them away because the stains didn't wash off completely and their parents didn't want them to wear them anymore. So instead, she had tea parties with her two teachers. She would pour juice into small plastic cups and put cookies onto tiny saucers from the special ones her mom packed just for her recess parties. As she talked to the teachers who instead of feeling worn down and cornered by yet another kid craving their attention and cutting in on their one break, they would get teary eyed as their chests swelled with pride over getting Olivia Lennox in their class. They would love to make all the other teachers jealous by talking about how cute she was, because she would fret over them, making sure they got the cookies with the biggest chocolate chips and that her mom specifically pack their favorite juice, not Olivia's, but theirs. The other staff members would roll their eyes at their own kids and wonder why they didn't win the lottery with the small blonde Lennox girl and wondered if it was too late to stage a coupe and steal her from the other classroom.

Olivia liked being a good girl because all the teachers, not just her own, treated her like she was special. They would smile at her in the hall and even when the other kids started to make fun of her for being a teacher's pet, she didn't stop being herself. She didn't insult the other kids or cry about it. She just shrugged and said that it was true because being a teacher's pet was awesome. Olivia smiled because she didn't smell like dirt after recess. Her dresses didn't have spit running down the front of them or snot stuck in her sleeves like all the boys did when their break was over. She liked having clean dresses and eventually, after a couple of weeks, the other kids stopped making fun of her because she wasn't weird like the four eyed kid that ate paste or the fat kid that stole everyone's lunches. She became popular with the other kids because she was always nice to them, didn't mind sharing, even when she didn't have to because she was the teacher's favorite and she could color inside the lines better than anyone else. They all fought to sit next to her when it came time to do arts and crafts because Olivia had the prettiest hand writing, her cursive had nice big loops that weren't sloppy and turned into print halfway through.

As the blonde kept growing up, she remained the same sweet person she'd always been. She did what was asked of her without protesting, unlike the other kids her age, who had a tendency to voice their displeasure whenever they were ordered around by adults in their lives. It never really bothered Olivia because she liked following the rules, it was easy to be a good girl when you knew what was expected of you. She knew when to raise her hand, when to sit up a little straighter and when to ask for help with something she could do in her sleep, just to make the people around her feel special and needed. She breezed through life with excellent grades and popularity because she was a genuinely nice person that cared about her studies. As she matured into a young lady, all the invisible rules she'd internalized grew with her because she joined the Junior Debutantes at her mother's insistence. Finding out that she actually loved it was a bonus. It gave her a new set of rules to live by, now she could behave like a proper young lady regardless of the situation she found herself in.

Olivia Lennox had always been a good girl. And now she was breaking all the rules she'd ever learned by kissing another girl she barely knows, while slightly intoxicated, at a party she happened to inadvertently crash. Olivia didn't care that anyone could walk into the room at any minute. Something about the kiss feels so right that her eternal goody-two-shoes and stickler for rules nature doesn't care one bit. She scoots a little closer on the bed the other girl cups her face with clammy palms that feel cool against her warm cheeks. Regardless of who could walk in, she doesn't want to stop. So she doesn't.

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Olivia didn't mean for her night to end up like this. What should have been a nice Friday night where she could go on a date with her boyfriend in order to reconnect with each other turned into something unpredictable. She had made dinner reservations weeks ago, feeling that it was getting harder and harder to compete for Chris' attention when all he seemed to talk about were parties, drinking, and ultimate Frisbee. She knew that it was a bit of an imposition to make the reservations first and then tell him, but if she hadn't done this way, she was sure he would have blown her off again to hang out with his new college friends. Olivia hadn't meant to play the manipulative girlfriend card, but high school without him was hard enough, she didn't feel like competing with a whole new campus whenever she wanted to get his attention. But her plan had worked and she stopped feeling so bad about it. He seemed fine with it… until he received a couple of texts and then a phone call that he had to take outside. When he came back in from the hallway, he told her that he had to go meet some friends before dinner, they were all preparing for their midterms and he had Robbie's notebook. Olivia sighed, knowing that it wouldn't be fair for the other boy to study without his own notes, so she agreed to wait in the car while he ran in and dropped it off.

After ten minutes of waiting, she started getting restless. Chris had rushed into the frat house but no one seemed to actually be exiting that place. If anything, more students arrived and closed the door behind them, leaving her feeling abandoned. When another ten minutes and then another passed, Olivia got tired of waiting and decided that since they had lost their reservation, it would only be fair if Chris took her someplace else for dinner as an apology for forgetting her outside. It wasn't the date she had planned but she was willing to be flexible just to spend time with him this weekend. She bit her lip, leaned against the car door as she closed it, squared her shoulders and made her way to the entrance. Olivia thought that she could go in for a quick look, make small talk with his friends and then drag him out so they could salvage whatever was left of their date.

Once she got inside, however, it was a whole different story.

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Looking for Chris in a house full of cloned all American boys with Abercrombie clothes, backwards baseball caps and khaki shorts was made even harder by all the drunken borderline men openly leering at her. It felt as if they could see through her clothes and it was a bit jarring. The guys, seeing her walking around by herself decided that she was the perfect target and they all either gave her cheesy lines or tried to get her as massively drunk as they were. Olivia tried being polite by telling them she wasn't interested but she was flattered none the less but the alcohol clouded their judgment and they interpreted her disinterest as a challenge. She was about to run back to the car and call this failed expedition and her date night a disaster when a group of girls spotted her and after a couple of minutes, one of them took pity on her. She walked over and rescued her from the overly enthusiastic guys trying to impress her with tired lines about how good they were at beer pong or how many beers they could drink more than their buddies.

The introductions happened so fast that she only caught their names. Sally, Jenny "with a y, the one in black is Jennie with an ie," Brenda and Marie. "And I'm Olivia Lennox, nice to meet you." She said as she joined the group. There were two blondes, a redhead and two brunettes; they all had straightened their hair, making it harder for Olivia to tell them apart. The only one that stood out was a brunette that kept rolling her eyes after every third thing the other girls said and winking at her, like they shared a private joke. Olivia smiled back while discreetly trying to look around for signs of her boyfriend. She kept making noncommittal sounds at the group, not wanting them to think she was being rude by acting uninterested in their conversation but also anxious to get out of the frat house.

"So, are you a freshman or something? I haven't seen you at any of the Kappa Omega Iota parties before." Asked one of the Jenny's, the one wearing black.

"No, I… I actually don't go here; I'm just looking for my boyfriend, Chris. Christopher Arden. He's a freshman here and we're supposed to be on a date tonight…" before she could finish with the details of her ruined night, a blonde interrupted her with laughter "…but he just stopped by for a quick chat with hit frat buddies and suddenly he disappeared?"

The redhead scoffed into her drink. "Like we've never heard that old line before. We're from the KO-ta's sister sorority and if we didn't hold joint parties with our boyfriends all the time, we swear we'd never see them." The other girls agreed and suddenly Olivia felt too young and too out of place in that packed fraternity house. She wanted to look for her boyfriend so they could get out of there because she didn't want to talk about college boys and sororities. She just felt lost in this world with murky rules and underage drinking. She was searching her brain for a good excuse to leave the group without being rude when another girl spoke up. It was the brunette that kept making her smile.

"Hey, why don't we just look around for him, like together? Two sets of eyes are always better than just one, right?" Olivia stared at her and tried to place her name from the hurried introductions. Seeming to sense her predicament, the other girl extended her hand and reintroduced herself as Marie. Olivia smiled, relieved at being saved from committing a faux pas and giggled as the other girl pretended to ask if her name was Jenny with a "y" or Jennie with an "ie". It made her feel at ease to have this girl be so nice to her. She automatically relaxed and even though she knew that she didn't fit in, it didn't seem to matter because Marie also seemed like an outsider. Olivia didn't know if it was because she was quieter than her friends or something else. She wondered if she was even in the KO-ta sorority because of how much she seemed to stand out from the other girls. Before Olivia could get too lost in her own thoughts, Marie grabbed her hand and led them away from the group they'd been in.

"Come on, let's grab something to drink first, I'm all out." Marie screamed in her ear, the music was so loud that it felt like a whisper against her skin and Olivia felt too hot. As she was about to complain about it to Marie, the brunette turned around and kept walking. The music drowned out everything she had wanted to say and so she kept on moving against the sweaty bodies of dancing college students reeking of Axe body spray and perfumes so sweet that she could taste a whole bowl of fruit in the back of her throat before they moved five feet. Song after song kept playing off of somebody's iPod and Olivia realized she didn't know any of the lyrics. They walked further into the house and it became even more crowded as an impossible amount of people tried to cram itself into such a small amount of space. The mass throng of students trying to get beer pushed up against them, making Olivia hold on tighter to Marie's hand, fearing she would lose her and be without anything moderately familiar in this ridiculously large house that was filled to the brim with intoxicated bodies. Oh, Chris you idiot, where did you run off to? Was the only thought she was capable of making because the speakers were so loud that she swore she'd never recover her hearing if she ever managed to get out of this place.

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After pushing past what appeared to be all the students on campus and a disorienting number of doors, they were finally standing outside a bathroom. Marie looked so proud of herself that she didn't have the heart to tell her they weren't at the drink station. A line started to form behind them and she didn't understand why everyone looked so happy to be using a tiny bathroom. Olivia just wanted to head to the kitchen so they could get their drinks and continue on her fruitless quest to find her boyfriend. Just as she was about to ask Marie if she should wait for her the door swung open and she caught a look as to why it seemed so important that they all share this one bathroom. The bathtub was filled with ice and gleaming cans of aluminum, as she got closer; she saw the giant keg that was hidden behind the shower curtain. It had been buried there all along and suddenly she felt silly for not having known that this was where all college kids appeared to store their copious amounts of illegally procured alcohol. "Finally, I thought the last person in here had fallen in. So tell me, what will you have?" Marie laughed as she asked her with a victorious smile.

Olivia wasn't much of a drinker because she'd never actually drank. Ever. While other kids her age were busy stealing from their parents liquor cabinet and throwing up all over themselves, she found other ways to fill up her time. She bit her lip, not knowing how to get out of the situation without seeming self-righteous because she really needed a friend and she wasn't prepared to lose the only person she felt comfortable around over a drink. She sighed and thought about her choices very carefully while Marie fished her own drink out of the ice. Let's see: I don't know anyone here besides all those Jennies and their posse, but I don't know exactly how to find my way back to them. The only girl that's being nice to me offered me a drink but she's not really pressuring me to have one. Should I have one in order to avoid an awkward conversation about how I'm not even 17 yet and I don't drink or should I just take the drink so I can avoid insulting her? I wish I knew where Chris was... but if I did, I wouldn't be in this situation so I have to decide… I… I guess I could just accept the drink and sip it slowly and then dump it once we find Chris. Yes. Ok, yeah. That sounds reasonable. "Ummm I don't know; why don't you just surprise me?" Olivia smiled weakly as Marie stared at her. The other girl just smiled and dipped her hands back into the ice, trying to find just the right one.

"Ha! Found it! Those guys always act so tough, acting like they hate fruity drinks but they're the first ones to drink them. I can't believe there's two left. Like seriously bros, why do you guys put on this stupid act if we all know you love the bitch drinks? They should stop pretending to be immune to tasty tequila mixers and get over themselves, you know?"

Olivia laughed, not really understanding the rant the older girl was going off on but wanting to fit into the party atmosphere. "Yeah, they're always so silly over things like that. They should really just get over themselves." She echoed, hoping she sounded less like the high school student she was and more like an old hat in these sorts of things.

"Drink up blondie" Marie said before winking and tipping her drink in Olivia's direction. She mimicked the brunette's actions and took a demure sip from her tequila mixer, relieved at the fact that it didn't taste as horrible as all her friends led her to believe. With a huge smile aimed at Marie, Olivia said a breathless "Thank you," and with that, the night took a turn for the unexpected.


Author's Note: Ok this is the first chapter of my Always The Good Girl rewrite project. I hope you like this one as much and if not, more than the original. So tell me your thoughts on the whole thing :)