So pretty much the movie Easy A but with a twist! I will be getting back To That's My Girl! fic soon. This will at least be 3-4 chapters.
The rumors of my promiscuity have been greatly exaggerated.
Olive Penderghast was an average teenager, or at least she thought this. She was generally ignored by most of her peers despite being a very attractive redhead. Her and her best friend Rhiannon were smoking hot in their own respects but no one bothered to notice. Rhiannon was a dirty blonde with a much bigger cup size than Olive but for whatever reason it was hard to get many followers. Olive could see that most people wouldn't get her sense of humor or her family much like she thought Rhiannon's hippie parents were the weirdest people she'd ever met and they lived in California.
Rhiannon really wanted olive to go camping one weekend, something Olive wasn't a fan of since her last visit; Rhiannon could be kind of agressive, she identified as the hot one of the two, she just had to out slut Olive in the wardrobe department.
Olive had to think of something to get out of it because she knew she'd hate it and have to drag her friend's drunk, skanky ass out of there. For once it would be someone else's problem.
"I can't, Rhi. I'm a..."
"Wait, are you seeing someone?"
"...Yeah you got me!" She played along.
"Ha! I knew it! Who?"
"You wouldn't know him...he goes to college."
"What? How come you never brought him up before?" Olive was thinking of some lame brained excuse but then Rhiannon thought up her own. "You're pregnant!" She gasped mocking Olive's scared face.
"Yup, pregnant on my way out of high school, just the way my parents intended."
Rhiannon dragged her into the closest bathroom for some privacy. "I want every detail!"
"Rhi!"
"Now, bitch."
"You know, you call me bitch a lot, okay. It's not really a term of endearment."
"I want every detail now, shit-face."
"You're not really heading in the right direction."
"Tell me!"
"Fine!" Olive exclaimed, "He's a freshman...he's very mature...he's going to be a doctor..."
Rhiannon gasped for real this time, "Slut!"
They were both startled by one of the stalls' doors opening. It was Marianne, head of a bunch of groups including prayer. She obviously heard everything. She walked past them as she washed and dried her hands.
"Something wrong, sister Christian?" Rhiannon.
"No," said Marianne with her head held high, "Just listening to two whores bragging about their latest whoring."
Before Olive could say anything, little Miss High and Mighty was out the door.
Rhiannon managed to at least flip the bird at her.
Of course Olive had no plans to meet up with any college freshman. She spent all weekend at home like the introvert she was.
First thing Monday morning, Rhiannon caught up to her before walking into school. She was wearing a top that really revealed her cleavage.
"You totally lost your V-card!"
"Shhh!" Olive tried to cover her mouth before any passersby heard.
"I heard from Shauna who was told by Brittany that you got it on at a fraternity. I'm so proud of you!" She hugged her tightly. "Now you're a super slut like me."
"I don't think letting Peter Hedlin motorboat you behind a Bed, Bath, and Beyond really makes you a super slut."
"There were a lot of people walking past, okay, someone could have easily seen."
"Yeah sure."
"Well look at you, finally got your pussy broken in. Did you guys try anal?" She looked behind Olive, "Nah. You're walking straight plus you have the tightest ass I know!" She laughed much to Olive's annoyance.
It was Marianne who spread this rumor of course and word spread quickly. Things got complicated though. It started off with a college freshman but then it turned into a senior then a college professor and then a married man. Then it was Olive having a threesome with a husband and wife then it was just the wife, a poor, neglected housewife.
For once Olive was the center of attention. Not really in the way she wanted. Now everyone thought she was some slutty lesbian after hot milfs.
"Um, hello. Olive?"
Olive was stopped in the hallway by Amanda Nebb. Amanda was a nice but geeky girl that was even more unnoticed than her. "Amanda I really don't have the time."
She followed her all the way to her locker outside. "I'm sorry it's just...I thought maybe you could help me."
"Help you with what exactly?" Olive had her back to her, only half listening as she wanted to break to her next class.
"Is it all true...what they say you did?"
"Which thing I did? The freshman? The threesome or the housewife?"
"Wow um...the housewife?"
Olive sighed, "Unfortunately no. I'm not a lesbian...I think."
"Oh. I see. Just a lot of people think you are. I think it's really cool," she smiled awkwardly.
"Um, ok," Olive lifted an eyebrow wondering where this was going.
"You see...," she started scratching the back of her head, "I thought maybe you'd be able to help me out."
"I don't really see how a rumor about me could help you...wait are you officially coming out of the closet to me?"
"Um...yes...I'm just tired of being the only one in town who is."
"I'm sorry to disappoint you, Amanda...I um...sorry believe it or not you're my first."
They both laughed nervously until Amanda blurted out, "Did you want to go to a party with me?"
"Uh..."
"Pretend to be my date. I know how that sounds. You see Megan Smith is going to be there and..."
Olive knew who Megan Smith was and she had a reputation. She boasted about being bisexual. She was a babe but also callous and vain; Amanda clearly had a crush and knew if she even tried talking to Megan she'd be crushed.
"You want to make Megan jealous?"
"Huh? No. If she sees me with you she'll think of I have a lot of experience."
"Hmm."
"Please, Olive? You don't know what it's like for me."
Olive never thought any good would come from starting that rumor unwittingly about herself. Amanda stood there looking up at her with those big blur eyes and large white teeth. "Ok. When is it?"
To be continued. Will Olive go to the party and help a poor needy girl get laid? Find out next time!