Several years ago, I went on a date with a girl I thought was cute from my study hall. After getting her number, I texted her for a while and asked if she wanted to see a movie. She seemed shy but still excited to go. This made me happy since I had just broken up with another girl I still had feelings for during these events. When we got to the theater, everything seemed okay, I asked her if she wanted any snacks she declined, and we went inside the movies. Before the movie started, we talked a little, and ironically I did the yawn put my arm over my shoulder, and she laughed and cuddled right in. Being teenagers, we were on our phones before the movie. I then got a snap from my Ex asking what I was up to and being a dumb and heartbroken teenager. I snapped back a picture of the girl I was on the date with and me. She then asked me who I sent that to, and being dumb and young, I replied along the lines of "my ex" and thought nothing of it. She then, a few minutes later, said she had to use the restrooms. 5, 10, and 20 minutes passed, and she didn't return. I texted her to ask if she was okay, but there was no response. She just left. She didn't come to the study hall. I didn't see her whatsoever. This shattered my confidence since I was confused about the events that took place.

About a week went by, and a guy in our class who was taller than me being, ~6'4 and much physically bigger than me, who smelled like dead deer, started aggressively saying "hey buddy" to me in the hallway; no idea what he was about, I shrugged it off. One day in a study hall, he came to me and put his arm around me, and started in an overly nice voice, threatening about if I touched the girl I went to the movies with again. I was confused but played along with it since I found the whole situation amusing that she sent an attack dog after me. But then I asked around and found out she told people I had raped her inside the theater. The Public Movie theater with other people inside it, with security who check in occasionally. That I, against her will, fingered her.

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Luckily, this story did not travel far inside my school since she was unpopular, and if I had to assume, it could be related to her pathological liar. Nothing came from this event; my reputation at the time wasn't damaged, but I still think about it from time to time and get scared that if I ever become successful or whatever, she'll come out of the woodwork and make this bullshit accusation again.