Easily surpassing the comedy heights held by slipping on banana peels, Miss Vicksen’s skirt was doing its own interpretation of the fruit, properly peeling itself away from her body. Each severed side of Olivia’s half-popped skirt had flapped open fully, and the space left between had created a perfect ‘V’ shaped window, peeking straight through to her underwear.
Miss Vicksen stared petrified down at her accidental exposure, then reluctantly back to her class, as the painful irony hit her like a speeding schoolbus: Standing face to face with the 27 lenses she so vehemently requested be out, Olivia watched in horror as every single cameraphone undoubtedly aimed itself right through her skirt’s embarrassing opening, perfectly framing the pink-trimmed front panel of her pearly white panties.
Miss Vicksen hurriedly pulled together her skirt’s open split, desperately trying to keep anything else from being revealed, but she knew the damage was done. A flurry of gossiping chatter had encompassed the class, less than subtly reviewing all of their captured footage. Olivia’s mind raced, fretting just how much they all had seen. But she knew it was only a matter of time before somebody-
“Oh my god! No. Way.”
Miss Vicksen turned white as a ghost, hearing Katrina Kelso cackling away in the second row. Olivia’s bulging eyes quickly locked with Katrina’s vengeful gaze, noticing a devilish grin form beneath it. Sitting surrounded by her popular clique, with one hand covering her giggling mouth, Katrina’s opposite hand began slowly rotating her phone, its vibrant screen now facing back at the terrified teacher. And there, on the iPhone’s HD MAX display, a zoomed in close-up of the mortifying wardrobe malfunction was shown, centered squarely on Olivia’s panties. And delicately stitched across the underwear’s front panel, playfully twirling in a curly cursive font, an adorably tiny ‘Friday’ was spelled out in pink.
“My oh my, aren’t we a bit old for ‘Day-of-the-Week’ panties Olivia?” Katrina scoffed with a smirk, casually clicking the ‘SEND’ button on her phone’s bright screen.
Olivia’s jaw dropped at the revealing pic, helplessly watching as Katrina’s message spread to the class like wildfire, setting off fits of laughter bursting throughout the room. Every student was instantly captivated with Katrina’s handiwork; forwarding, retweeting and reexamining the incredibly scandalous image of Rosewood High’s most upright and prestigious alumni: The always distinguished Olivia Vicksen, often the picture of perfectionism and poise, now left utterly betrayed by her outfit’s buttons, accidentally exposing a pair of her cutesy Friday-themed panties…
…during her Wednesday afternoon lecture.
“Daamn Miss V! A little too excited for the weekend huh?” one student called out.
“Hahah! Hey how about you show us the Wednesday ones on Friday!” another piled on.
Olivia could only stand stunned, hopelessly pinching her skirt front closed, as wave after wave of echoing laughter roared throughout the room. And as she hopelessly racked her brain for some way out of this awful dilemma, the world mercilessly decided to add on more.
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