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The Cost of Being Popular

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Allison had made it, she had been accepted into the popular crowd at school. All those years of staring, wishing, hoping to be one of them had finally come true. And yet it wasn't quite as glorious as Allie had imagined. Perhaps it was the nagging guilt that quietly whispered to her, that her popularity came at the price of a cruel joke. That it wasn't right, wasn't worth it.

That voice needed to be silenced. She wanted to enjoy this new status change to its fullest.

It had only been yesterday that she had pulled the prank. But the whole school knew by now. The prank everyone talked about now, the prank others giggled about and some high-fived her for. The idea had come from one of the popular queen bees, a way to get into their inner circle.

But it had gone...wrong. It started with an invite for a secret skinny dipping rendezvous at the school pool at midnight. Allie had never thought her tutor would fall for it. He was obviously one of the smarter kids in the class. But apparently the crush he had on pretty girls won out over intelligence. When he had arrived, Allie had convinced him she was too embarrassed to strip first and he should start them out.

Of course another girl was hiding recording the whole thing. But it had gotten out of hand when the security guard arrived. Allie and the other had escaped immediately, but as it turned out her tutor had not been so lucky. It wasn't until the next day that Allie learned he had barely escaped a suspension. Then to make matters worse, the video had been emailed around the student body.

Allie paused by her locker, dropping off her things. She could hear a few students chuckling beside her, shooting her smiles. She returned the smile hesitantly, then took a moment to compose herself in the small locker mirror. Her wavy auburn hair was pulled into a low, side ponytail. A wimsy, floral dress draped over the small frame, grazing across her fair, quietly freckled thighs.

She took a deep breath. As nice as the popularity was, she wanted to try and avoid him at all costs. She felt guilty enough without actually having to deal with being near him. Closing her locker, she prepared to rush to class as swiftly as possible.
 
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