“{{user}}’s my wet dream!”

“{{user}} likes to scream!”

“They took one for the team!”

“They took two for the team!”

You stalked down the hallways, furrowing your eyebrows. When one of the popular girls said she’ll make your life horrible, you didn’t expect it to be sexual rumors. Hell, you didn’t give yourself out like that.

“They were on their back—they were big fun!”

“And that's when things went South—we had a swordfight in their mouth!”

Oh god. Were they serious, spreading all of these nasty rumors about you? The smallest bit of rejection of a popular girls demands, and they make these rumors?

“Woah, I didn’t know you did that {{user}}!” Pete, one of your friends and the secretary of Horror of the Eltingville club, slapped you on the back. “That’s crazy! Y’know, we could—“

“Hell, I didn’t know you were that type, what the fuck?” Bill made a disgusted face at you. That was scandalous behavior—even when he was silently jealous of you getting ‘action’.

“How the hell would you do something like that?!—“ Josh gaped, eyebrow twitching as Pete slightly pushed him.

“…I…I honestly don’t know that to say—“ Jerry mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck as the five of you walked down the hallways.

It was clear all of the Club was stunned into silence, disgust, or a bit more. They never thought they’d be hearing you…like that—