EFFIE TAYLOR looks oddly similar to CRYSTAL REED. She is SIXTEEN YEARS OLD and can’t leave Westport because SHE PRETENDS TO BE A SLUT, WHEN REALLY SHE’S STILL A VIRGIN.
“i just like to tease everyone - what’s so wrong with that? no one’s getting hurt, and i’m having fun.”
I’m popular, dear. You know that as well as I do. Why? Well..let’s just say that I..get around. Though, to be honest, the title ‘slut’ isn’t quite fair, considering my life’s pretty much a mirror image of Olive Penderghast - you know, from Easy A. Sex, fucking, banging, whatever you call it, I apparently do a lot of it; at least, that’s what everyone thinks. Might as well tell you why.
When I was younger, my friends always bragged to me about how all the guys liked them. I was always the one with the cooties who spread diseases and whatnot to all the little boys on the playground. Ugh, just thinking about those days makes me annoyed because they always ran away from me - and not in a cutesy, flirty way either. I got jealous of my friends, naturally, but..things seemed to get better. At least in that aspect of life.
It was during those years that my dad left us. I don’t like talking about it much, but he was kind of a crappy person anyway. He never really paid us any attention and he was obsessed with all the women he couldn’t have because he was tied down by marriage. Oh yeah, that’s another thing about me: I don’t believe in marriage. He basically ruined the whole concept, and that’s how I justify the way I act, I guess. Why not have fun when I’m as young as I am?
By the time I was thirteen I had my first kiss. I had always heard horror stories of how terrible everyone’s first kisses had been, but for some strange reason, I..enjoyed mine. I stopped being shy and only wanted to do more of it - and that’s when my whole reputation started. I don’t actually get with every person I talk to, though that’s what people like to believe. I don’t deny it though, if it makes the guys want to talk to me and flirt- then that’s on them.
This year, my dad’s come back to town. God, I hate him. He has a wife now, that family-stealing whore. And for some reason, he tries to tell us that he’s changed and just wants to be close with us again- just not to my mother. It’s unbelievable how crazy he is to think that we’d just accept him with open arms. Anyway. I’m Effie. Say hey or go away- unless you’re cute, then you can stay. Wow, I should be a poet.
…and I have connections with…
✘ Landon Parker; Effie would be lying if she said she didn’t find Landon to be extremely attractive. She senses that Landon might actually like her, but she can’t be too sure. He’s the one guy she doesn’t completely try to flirt with because she already feels a connection with him. Landon wants to get to know her, and though her reputation isn’t the best, he knows she’s a great person at heart.
✘ Ethan Jacobs; The two of them naturally have the best of the best time whenever they get together. Ethan tries desperately to get into Effie’s pants, but he finds that every time she rejects him there must be something wrong with her because she won’t let him. Effie finds the normal hookup session they have enough, but he won’t budge and is beginning to find her a tease to say the least. Still, they go to each other whenever they need a confidence boost because they know they will inevitably feel better around each other.
✘ Ariel Collins; Ariel, ever trying to be perfect, almost constantly looks down on Effie. Effie’s ‘chosen lifestyle’ is completely immoral, in Ariel’s opinion, and could do much better things with her life than just sleep around. They usually just stay away from each other, in case some mad hair-pulling cat fight might break out.
Sorry kiddo, Effie is TAKEN.
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