Authors Note:
This is a long story, containing 10 chapters, a prologue, and an epilogue. All chapters have been submitted and should be posted within a few days of each other.
The idea for this story came from a story idea forum. Thank you janetsexy77.
Warning:
The prologue contains NO adult content. It is strictly an intro to the characters and their relationships. If this isn’t your kind of unsmut then please find another story.
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Agatha Allbut was a nerd. Not a hot nerd, like Willow or Velma, but a real, true to life NERD. She would have fit in with Lewis, Booger, and the rest of the Tri Lams if she had been alive in the eighties. She looked just like one would expect a girl with that name to look; 5’1″, 95 pounds, measurements of 32A-26-31, long, mousy brown hair perpetually tied back in a ponytail, pale, oily skin, thick glasses and, of course, braces.
Junior High had been miserable for Agatha and high school had already proven to be worse. She was already self-conscious when her AP International Studies teacher announced a family lineage project. Agatha could only wish that the ground would open and swallow her whole, she was going to have to stand up in front of her classmates, tell them about her family history and the meaning of her name.
She was excited about this project until she got home and learned what her name meant. The name Agatha was derived from a Latin word that means “good”. Her surname was Germanic in origin, originally spelled Albodo, which was a common name formed by combining two words: Adal, meaning “noble”, and Bodo, meaning “messenger”. Despite the meaning of her name, “Good and Noble Messenger”, Agatha knew what her classmates would think. Soon they would start calling her “Good, All-Butt”. That was going to be her name as long as she lived in this one-horse town.
On the day of her presentation, she tried to feign illness, having researched symptoms that would let her stay home, but not require a trip to the doctor. Once her parents found her temperature was normal, she was sent off to school. Of course, the inevitable happened. As soon as third period ended the gossip mill had spread her new nickname all over school. Though it took time, eventually most of her classmates moved on to other targets. As cruel as her classmates could be, none were as harsh or abusive as Bree and Pris, co-captains of the school’s renowned Spirit Squad aka cheerleaders. They were the school’s queen bitches, bottle-blonde alpha girls with fake tits and faker noses, as mean as they were popular.
At a pep rally, Agatha watched them thinking, ‘They look like a bunch of bimbos.’ From that day on she always called them the ‘Bimbo Squad,’ even referring to them that way, in an op-ed piece she sent to the school’s newspaper, calling for disbanding the outdated practice. She was inordinately proud of her closing line, ‘in short, the tradition of having young girls in short skirts gyrating like exotic dancers for the enjoyment of men old enough to be their fathers is not only demeaning to all women, it is an anachronism that ought to be beneath the dignity of male fans to whom this titillating eye candy is aimed.’
That letter didn’t win her many friends and her time at school didn’t get any easier. Fortunately, the final semester of her senior year had just started and she would soon be leaving Podunk and heading to Bryn Mawr, exactly 2,487.379 miles from her door to the main entrance of the campus.
Agatha was a math genius and a master of numbers. She could do calculations in her head that would baffle computers. She could estimate sizes and distances to within three decimal places.
Agatha ordered a yearbook, not sure why, because she only had one fond memory of her high school years, and it didn’t even happen at school. Even that experience was tainted by the Bimbo Squad. It happened just before midterms.
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Agatha had begun tutoring a freshman that lived right next to her crush, Lars. Lars was the hottest, richest, and most popular boy at St. Sextus Academy. She had first met him on her second day of Jr. High and before she even heard his name she knew he was going to be her first lover. She had a huge crush on him, even bigger than the one Farkle had on Maya and Riley.
As Agatha tried to teach her pupil how to simplify equations, the sounds of a party next door kept distracting her pupil. All of the popular kids were at Lars’ weekly beer bash. His parents were always traveling, dealing with the clients of the International Law firm they founded. Frustrated by the excessive noise, Agatha decided enough was enough and headed over to make Lars turn the music down.
Agatha timidly walked into the wall of noise emanating from the McMansion and went looking for Lars. She heard people yelling, “Chug, chug, chug, chug,” and assumed that Lars was the one being cheered on. She followed the noise and found him standing in front of a keg, high fiving his loyal flunkies. She tapped him on his shoulder. Lars turned around drunkenly and looked at Agatha without really seeing her. Agatha opened her mouth to speak and suddenly it was filled with a tongue. Her body stiffened, she inhaled sharply through her nose and then it occurred to her; Lars was kissing her. She was making out with her crush!
Without thinking, she allowed her eyes to close and her body to melt into his arms. She let her crush explore her mouth with his tongue and savored every second of their intimacy. Part of Agatha was hoping the kiss would never end, but her brain was screaming that she needed to get the hell out of there. It was only a matter of time before Bree, the Bimbo Squad leader, and Lars’ girlfriend, would find them. Bree wouldn’t care that Lars was too drunk to realize he was kissing Agatha.
Just as Agatha relaxed and began to enjoy the amazing kiss, her first one ever, a blinding white light lit up under Agatha’s eyelids as her head was jerked off the luscious lips she had been savoring. Her head was forced back so far that she lost her balance and fell to the ground.
Blinking away the spots floating in her eyes, she looked up and saw Pris, Bree, and the rest of the Bimbo Squad standing over her, all of them looking pissed. “What the FUCK do you think you’re doing you freak of nature?” Pris hissed at Agatha.
Agatha audibly swallowed and before she could say anything, Bree kicked her in the side. Agatha almost passed out from the pain. “That’s enough!” a voice boomed throughout the room silencing everyone at the party.
Agatha opened her eyes and saw Lars looking down at her with what appeared to be genuine concern. The look on Lars’ face made Agatha even more nervous.
“Are you okay?” he asked. Agatha nodded, mentally, and physically bracing for the physical and emotional attacks that the bimbo squad was about to unleash on her. Lars offered her his hand and helped her to her feet. Agatha reluctantly took it and felt electricity flow through her body. “Come lie down in my parents’ room until you feel better.” Without letting go of her hand, he led her past the hostile stares of the bimbo squad.
“Uhh, no! Thanks. I gotta go,” Agatha gushed, pulling her hand out of his, she dashed toward the door.
As she started down the steps, she could hear Lars attempting to calm Bree. She paused to listen, “Bree, that was my fault! I felt a hand on my shoulder and thought it was you. I spun around and went for the kiss. I didn’t know it was Agatha!”
“Why the fuck was that loser weirdo here anyway?” Bree demanded.
“You know everyone is welcome at my parties. No exceptions. If you don’t like my guests you’re free to party elsewhere,” Lars answered.
Agatha smiled at those words. It was the first time anyone had ever come to her defense and it made her feelings toward Lars grow stronger. Even though she would never go to one of his parties, just knowing that she was welcome made her smile. Having Lars tell off his bimbo squad girlfriend put a small spring in her step as she walked home, forgetting about her tutoring session.
The following Monday at school, Agatha was sure that everyone was gossiping about her. The sidelong glances and subtle gestures were a dead giveaway. She sunk into her seat, dreading another day in this hell hole, reminding herself that soon she would graduate and head off to an Ivy League school without any of her classmates.
That afternoon, the jocks on her bus were laughing and looking at her. Agatha was on the verge of tears when one of the Jocks stopped next to her seat. He looked down at Agatha and when her eyes met his, her heart sank. She knew he was about to send some dopey epithet her way. She glanced away, inwardly bracing for the inane, yet hurtful remark.
“Interesting party, huh?” he said with a slight smile. Agatha looked at him, surprise evident on her face. “Lars and Bree broke up because she wouldn’t stop bitching about you after what happened.”
Agatha just raised an eyebrow, uncertain if this was the beginning of some elaborate prank the jocks were playing on her. The Jock laughed and continued, “Seriously, Lars dumped Bree’s ass in front of the whole school! Then he told all the cheerleaders that if they try to get revenge on you, he would personally ensure they suffered beyond imagining. Thought you might want to know.” He smiled and touched her shoulder, then walked off the bus calling out to his friends.
Agatha was so lost in thought that she missed her stop. She got off the bus, mentally cursing herself and dreading the long walk home. She couldn’t believe that Lars and Bree broke up because of her and that Lars was protecting her. Lars had never spoken to her before that night and had no reason to protect her. She wondered why he would do that. The concern about her elaborate prank theory returned.
The next morning, she walked into the school and started to make her way to her first class. Somehow, the other students seemed somewhat friendlier. Even the Bimbo Squad walked past her without a single snide remark, which was unheard of. As she reached her AP Statistics class, she saw Lars standing in the doorway. She felt afraid, wondering why he was there since he had never taken an AP class. Agatha tried to slip by him, but he put his hand on her arm and she stopped. She felt her cheeks burning and couldn’t even look at him as he started speaking.
“Agatha, I want to say I’m sorry about what happened to you. I dumped Bree at the party.”
Without moving her head Agatha managed to squeak out “Okay.”
“I also wanted to make sure you weren’t hurt when that bitch from the… umm… what is it you call them?”
“The Bimbo Squad,” Agatha said shyly, glancing at him.
Lars laughed, “That does fit them!” His voice grew warm and friendly. He rubbed her arm and said, “I want you to know you’re welcome at any party I have, ever. The bimbo squad is off the guest list, PERMANENTLY!” Lars let her arm go before she could move he leaned close to her ear and whispered salaciously, “For the record, you’re one hell of a kisser and you do have a great… all butt.” He winked at her, then quickly turned and walked away, whistling.
Agatha rushed to her seat, hoping to hide her face which had turned three shades of red. She could still feel her classmates staring at her, wondering what the handsome, rich jock had said to make a nerd like her smile and blush.
After school, Agatha decided to walk home. As she turned the corner to her street, she saw a familiar car approaching. She had a sinking feeling as the car began to slow down. Agatha saw Bree sitting in the passenger seat of Priss’ convertible. Everything started moving in slow motion. Agatha watched in horror as Bree launched a bright green orb at her. Her brain was screaming at her to move, but she was frozen, her limbs unable to move. Agatha’s eyes followed the trajectory of the orb as it flew out of the car and struck Agatha on the chest. It exploded and released its liquid contents all over her, soaking her clothes and splashing on her face.
Time returned to normal as a foul but familiar smell invaded Agatha’s nose. “You know what they say skank. It’s better to be pissed off than pissed on,” Bree called out, as Pris hit the gas so hard the tires squealed as they raced away.
Agatha looked down at her sopping wet clothes, dripping Bimbo Squad urine. The noxious fluid had soaked through her jacket, blouse, and into her white cotton bra. She could feel it running down her legs, and soaking into her panties. Agatha cried all the way home.
She walked into her house and stripped off her clothing, not wanting to have the nastiness to contaminate her home. As she dropped her bra to the floor, she called out to her mother, needing comfort. She slid her panties down her legs and dropped them onto the pile of clothes she planned on burning. She stood in her foyer naked, wondering why her mom or dad hadn’t responded to her pitiful cries. She walked naked into her home, calling out for her parents with no response. Her voice echoed in the emptiness of her home. This was not just unusual, it was unheard of. Her parents owned a very successful web design company, which allowed them and their employees to work from home. If her parents weren’t eating or sleeping, they were writing or reviewing code.
Agatha walked into the kitchen, wondering where her parents were, in desperate need of a hug and some comfort food. When she went to open the fridge, she saw a note on the fridge, ‘Agatha, as soon as you get home call us at Mom-Mom’s.- Dad.’
Agatha called her grandparent’s house and her mom answered the phone. “Sit down baby I have some bad news.”
Agatha sank into a kitchen chair. The tone of her mother’s voice made her feel as though the floor was about to crumble beneath her. “Honey, Mom-Mom, and Pinto were flying back from their summer home in Florida, there was… an accident… the landing gear… They’re…they’re…” Her mother started sobbing into the phone.
Agatha was shocked, her mouth opening and closing, lost for words. Her hands started shaking and her chest started constricting. She could hear her father’s voice, which was usually deep and strong, but now weak and pained as he attempted to comfort his wife. As her mom’s sobs faded into the background, he spoke: “Cutiekins, I sent a Lyft to get you, they’re about 15 minutes away. Go pack some clothes and whatever else you think you’ll need. We love you and will see you soon.” She could barely squeak out an, “I love you too Daddy,” before hanging up the phone. Tears exploded from her eyes as she dropped to the floor, wracked with grief.
Agatha missed the last few days of her senior year and her graduation.
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