In my Back, There is a Knife

Before I begin my story, there is a slight beginning, just a small entrance, just an opening question that will lead you into my world. Make you feel my pain, and see my life the way I've seen it. So here it is: how can a flat chested, nerdy, generally mild mannered girl, suddenly become a 36C, hated, trendsetter, choosing between 3 guys? Well here we go my adventure on how I went from that dork in the corner, to the front page on the rumor mills. Just a warning before we begin, this is not a pretty story, this will bring fear into the eyes of young high school students who may and surely will find themselves in the same trouble that I seemingly have, teens who will read this and then cower in fear from the thought of losing everything they had. Reader discretion is advised.
See, I've finally concluded my predicament down to the overall problem, having friends of the opposite sex is definitely not the problem, throughout my story it will seem that all along that has been the real reason this has happened however it is not. The real underlying problem here is trust. Who you trust, what you trust them with and how much you trust them. Never underestimate even the smallest of secrets, secrets even as small as oh say…a kiss. And never, ever, under any circumstance, turn your back on the ones you've trusted cause you never know where or when they'll decided to stab you.