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Becky Harrington ruled Jefferson High. With her perfect hair, designer clothes, and an attitude sharper than a razor, she was the queen bee. People feared her, envied her, and, most of all, avoided crossing her. If you weren’t part of her inner circle, you were a target. Today was no different. As she strutted down the hallway with her entourage, she spotted Emily Carter—shy, bookish, and an easy target. Becky smirked. “Nice outfit, Emily. Did you find it in the dumpster behind a thrift store?” she sneered, her voice dripping with condescension. Her friends laughed on cue. Emily’s face flushed red, but she kept her head down and walked away. Becky rolled her eyes, reveling in her own cruelty. The school was hosting a pep rally that afternoon, and Becky was, of course, front and center with her friends in the gym bleachers. The entire student body was gathered, cheering as the football team was introduced. That’s when karma struck. As Becky stood to fix her hair, someone—nobody was quite sure who—yanked up on the back of her designer skirt. Hard. The fabric shot up, revealing Becky’s bright pink underwear for the entire school to see. But the nightmare didn’t end there. The unseen prankster had also grabbed the waistband of her underwear and yanked it sky-high. Becky let out a high-pitched shriek as her designer panties were stretched up her back in a brutal, textbook wedgie. She flailed, desperately trying to free herself, but whoever had done it had yanked with expert precision. Becky had started to feel the link underwear on the back of her forehead before not too long all she saw was pink. Gasps echoed through the gym. Then silence. Then—laughter. First, just a few snickers. Then it spread like wildfire. The entire school was roaring with laughter. Even Becky’s own friends couldn’t contain themselves. Phones were out, cameras flashing, capturing the humiliating moment in all its glory. Becky’s face turned crimson. Tears welled in her eyes as she struggled to pull her underwear off of her chin, but the damage was done. The queen bee had been dethroned. From that day forward, Becky Harrington was no longer feared. No longer worshipped. Just the girl who got the most legendary wedgie in Jefferson High history. And somewhere in the crowd, Emily Carter smiled.