Hey there guys! I haven't updated in forever and I'm so sorry for that but here's the new chapter so hope you'll all like! I know this story is very much alike with the movie, and I'm trying my hardest to change that (I re-wrote this entire chapter). Enjoy and uh.. I don't own OTH or JTMD.
x Helen.

Chapter 3. The Fake Herpes

"In revenge and in love, woman is more barbarous than man" Friedrich Nietzsche

So apparently, giving Nathan herpes, meant giving him a fake herpes. I had no idea how that was going to work but Brooke was beaming proudly as she told her idea to the other two girls.

Me, on the other hand, was staring to… Something, right in front of me. I think I kind of spaced out, cause all of a sudden someone hit my head. And pretty hard too. Ouch.

"Peyton! You're supposed to be the good one! You're not even listening to my idea!"

I winced, knowing she was right, and gave her a tight smile, "sorry. Go on with that brilliant idea of yours."

"It's not like you know what I'm talking about but whatever…" Brooke muttered before continuing telling her idea.

"So anyways, what I was trying to say before someone rudely interrupted me," She said as she gave me an angry glare, "basically, we take some pictures of him, with that hot naked six-pack of his, and make flyers for the anti-herpes campaign and then we hang them up all around school."

Rachel smirked, "that sounds pretty good actually. But don't you think anyone will know it's us who are behind this? I mean, it's pretty obvious."

Brooke scrunched up her nose confused, "why do you think everyone will find out it's us? I know a couple of freshman who are dying to do anything for me, even if it means they have to spend a few hours hanging up flyers. Maybe I have to kiss them for like, a few seconds but I guess this is all worth it."

"You are good, girlie! I had no idea that you could be so-" Haley wandered off, trying to find the right word.

"Phenomenal?" Brooke tried.

"More like… Evil."

Brooke shrugged like it was nothing. "Ah well, it means the same thing in my dictionary."

"So how are we going to do this? I mean, I know he's still dating all three of you, but how are you going to make pictures without him noticing it?"

"Who says he can't notice it?"

"Yeah, I know more than one way to get him out of his clothing." Brooke winked, receiving death glares from both Rachel and Haley. "What? It's true. And just so you know, I know this guy Robert, and he's a great photographer, he'll help us. I just tell Nathan that Robert is doing a photoshoot and I'm sure he'll love that."

"Are you sure that Robert will help us? Doesn't he have something better to do?"

"Of course he'll help us! That guy tried to screw me when I just turned sixteen, if I tell him that I'm going to tell that to my daddy dearest, I'm pretty sure he'll do anything for me."

"And?"

"And what?"

"Did you screw him?" Haley just rolled her eyes at Rachel's question.

"Yes, but that's besides the point. He's probably going to faint if I threaten him about telling that. I think he's got a weak heart."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Were these girls for real? "Uhm, isn't that blackmailing?"

They all turned to me with a look on their face that said, 'so what?'

"So what?"

"You've got a problem with that, Peyt? Cause you know, if you have any other ideas we will totally consider it." Brooke told me snidely, telling me that it was better to just shut the hell up. I really didn't like that nickname by the way.

I shrunk in my seat, "no, it's… Good. I like it, it's… Good."

"Ok! Since we now all officially agree we're going to do this, let's get started."

I had to cross my legs to keep myself from peeing my own pants. Nathan was standing in nothing but his boxers (which was, in my opinion not bad to look at), pouting to that weird photographer with his French accent and tie around his neck, named Robert.

Rachel and Haley were standing next to me, also putting their hands on their mouth to keep themselves from bursting out in laughter. We were standing just around the corner, so neither Nathan nor Robert, nor Brooke could see us.

But Brooke obviously knew that we were standing there. It seemed she was having a real hard time to keep herself from laughing out loud, too.

"I'm telling you babe, I can make your looks work for you. Don't you think so too, Robert?" She asked sweetly as she smiled to Nathan, giving him a quick kiss on the lips.

"You know Robert knows my mom and he shoots for Vogue, Elle, and some other magazines. Oh! And of course he's the one who took all my yearbook photo's since Middle School. On recycled paper, of course. What I'm trying to say is, he's good. So relax, do your best and don't screw this up ok?" Those words didn't seem to relax Nathan at all.

"Now pout again for me Nathan, pout for me!" Robert yelled as he took picture after picture. "Now hate me Nathan, hate me with that angry face of yours."

Nathan did what he was told, although he seemed to be pretty uncomfortable by the whole situation.

"Nice work! Now throw your hands up in the air and spin 'round and 'round for me, will you?"

When Brooke mouthed a 'you're doing good' with her thumps up, I had to suppress a giggle.

After half an hour, the shooting was officially done.

"So you're sure I'll be on the next month cover of Vogue?" I heard Nathan asking Brooke.

She just shrugged and pretended to think. "I don't know if you were good enough. I mean, it looked like you weren't trying that hard. Maybe he thinks that you're just a the next teenage, testosterone-bomb."

Nathan looked offended.

"I really did try! I did everything that I could! I can't help it that that odd photographer of yours speaks an unintelligible language. Half of the time I had no idea what he was saying!"

Brooke put a comforting hand on his shoulder, "don't worry babe, he probably didn't even notice your six-pack is starting to fade away."

She walked away and disappeared around the corner, letting Nathan stand there all alone with a frown on his face.

"I can't believe you just did that!" Haley squealed in delight. "He was totally offended when you said that he didn't try hard enough, and I think he lost all the color in his face when you told him that his abbs are starting to fade away!"

"He'll probably work out ten times harder than he normally would." Rachel added with a smirk on her face.

Haley started laughing again and I joined in, and soon we were all just laughing.

"Oh my Gosh you guys! This is going to be awesome!"

"You're right there Peyton." Brooke smirked. "Anyways, I have a few freshman to kiss, so if you'll now excuse me."

We all watched her walking away, still laughing our buts off. That girl was sure something.

I watched in awe at what seemed a zillion posters covered on every inch of the school walls. School hadn't started yet and I seriously couldn't wait till the first students would walk in.

It was pretty funny to stare at Nathan's naked chest and pouty face, and it was even funnier reading the "just another cute face? Or the face of genital herpes?" or the "I know I have genital herpes, and there's nothing cute about that!" lines.

"Do you think this is enough?"

Rachel, Brooke and I turned around to face Haley who seemed to be deep in thought.

"Of course it's enough, there's no inch left of this school that isn't covered with 'I know I have it!' and Nathan's cute little pout."

We all chuckled and nodded our heads. It was true after all.

"I seriously can't wait to see what everyone's got to say about this."

"I can't wait to see what Nathan's reaction is!"

I laughed with them, nodding my head. "Maybe he'll faint!"

We all started giggling again and we must have sounded like a bunch of typical high school girls. I finally found myself at peace. It was funny how different we all were but still could be friends.

Kind of, sort of.

If we weren't in this situation, things would probably be different. Rachel would still hang out with her cheerleaders and make everyone's life a living hell. Brooke would hand out flyers with the text 'think about our beloved world! Make a difference, be a teenage activist'. And Haley? She would sell her records to everyone who seemed even semi interested.

All of a sudden, the first bell rang and students strutted in, thinking it was just another normal school day. However, when they saw the posters, they started laughing and pointing and sending text messages to whoever.

Rachel pushed me in the back, her way of telling me that we had to act normal. So we acted like everyone else did, we started laughing again.

We were still laughing when we were interrupted by no one other than Herpes-Guy himself.

"What the fuck is this? I don't have that!" He screamed as he tried to rip all the flyers of off the wall.

"Oh my God I made out with him like ten days ago!" Some girl screamed in panic.

"And he let me borrow his drink! What if I have it too?"

I seriously couldn't stop laughing. As I looked around I tried to take all of this in. All the guys looked at him in disgust and even his best friend scrunched up his nose and made a nasty face. And all the girls… Well, let's just say that we know now how much girls he's been screwing the past couple of months.

"I swear! I don't have herpes!" His voice pitching after every word he spoke, "if you all don't believe me I'll prove it to you!"

Before he could do… Whatever he wanted to do to prove it to us (and I don't think I even wanted to know), the headmaster showed up and yelled, "what is going on here?"

He saw Nathan standing there almost dropping his pants, and then saw the flyers hanging on the walls. "Nathan Scott! My office, right now!"

"But…"

The look on the headmaster's face said enough and soon enough, Nathan followed him to his office with his head down in shame. "And for everybody else, go to your classes! There's nothing to see."

We waited till all the students were back in their classrooms before bursting out laughing once again.

"Mission one, successfully completed." Rachel stated with a smile playing on her lips.

We all squealed in delight.

To Be Continued.