I'm In Love With A Rebel

I Pledge Allegiance To The Thong

I gasped. On the flag pole was a sign that said "Becky Donaldson's Tanga" with an arrow pointing to my tanga for the whole world to see!
"Who put that underwear on the flagpole?" Mr. Dylan inquired.
"I dunno, but I'll be happy to help get it down," Brian, who was forced into taking journalism, laughed. "Are you usually that cheeky, Becky?"
I started backing away, back into the school.
"Come on, Becky. Hang around for a brief moment." Alex laughed.
"Where will you hide?" Kirk asked.
"Under There." Alex didn't point any where.
"Underwear?!" Brian laughed.
"That's enough!" Mr. Dylan yelled. "Whoever did this, apologize to this poor girl."
"Poor girl?" Alex was about to crack another joke when the class heard a "Have Mercy!!"
I looked and saw Tall-Dark-And-Handsome.
"'Becky Donaldson's Tanga'. Whoa!! Conservative dressed Becky Donaldson wears cheeky underwear? Where is this chick?"
I barely heard TDAH (tall, dark, and handsome) ask as I was already in the school. I hid in the bathroom till someone, DJ, can to get me.
"Come on, Becky. It wasn't that bad."
"Wasn't that bad?! Deej, my underwear is up on a flagpole while I'm in here, underwear-less!!"
DJ moved her head around, like she was trying to get the right words out. "You-you know what? It doesn't matter. This'll all blow over by tomorrow."
"Y'sure?"
"Absolutely."
"Who would do this?" I asked as we walked out of the bathroom.
"Somebody lower than pond scum."
"Who do I know who's lower than pond scum?" I scanned the hallway and saw the culprit. "Casey!" I yelled a little too loud.
"Nice panties, Donaldson. I wouldn't flaunt them, though. Especially not on the flag pole," Casey smirked.
"Shut up. I'm gonna get you back. You won't know how, you won't know when, but it's coming."
"Ooh. I'm so scared. Oh, look. It's your boyfriend."
"Huh?" I turned around and suddenly felt my skirt fall to the ground.