School Just Started; My Bestie's Punk-Crush Rumor, I Admitted It

At the freshman welcome dinner, my best friend Imogen suddenly looked at me and sighed. "Sonia's just a little boy-crazy. She used to run with some bleach-blond guy she was chasing, played the gangster's girl, slept around way too much. She was a regular at the OB-GYN clinic." For the next four years, the whole school froze me out. My classmates shunned me. The student council and every club turned me away. I barely made it to graduation, and then a background check dug up the same dirt and got me cut from the hiring list.