"Every queen needs a villain origin story. Hers starts now."
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8:15 AM – RIDGEWOOD HIGH PARKING LOT
Bee slammed her car door shut, gripping the flash drive Kai had given her like it was a live grenade. The edited video footage burned behind her eyelids—her face distorted, her voice manipulated, her reputation dissolving before first period even started.
A text buzzed:
Serena: I didn't do this.
Bee smirked and typed back: "Prove it."
She didn't wait for a reply.
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10:02 AM – COMPUTER LAB (EMERGENCY HACKING SESSION)
Kai's fingers flew across the keyboard as Bee hovered over his shoulder, her cherry gloss leaving teeth marks on her bottom lip.
Kai: "Serena's login was used at 3:47 AM. But check this—"
The screen flashed with geolocation data.
Bee: "That's not Serena's house."
Kai: "Nope. It's Hailey's."
The realization hit like a gut punch. Hailey framed Serena to make her turn on me again.
Bee's nails dug into her palms. "I need that server log."
Kai grinned. "Already printed."
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12:30 PM – CAFETERIA SHOWDOWN
Bee didn't sit. She loomed over Hailey's table, dropping the server logs like a subpoena.
Bee: "Funny thing about digital footprints—they're bitchier than gossip."
Hailey's face drained of color as students craned to see the evidence:
IP Address: 192.168.1.107 (Hailey's home Wi-Fi)
Login Time: 3:47 AM (Serena was at a hospital shift, per her Insta story)
File Accessed: bee_footage_edit.avi
Violet choked on her soda. Aiden stood so fast his chair screeched.
Hailey: "This is fake!"
Bee leaned in, voice velvet-wrapped steel: "Just like your crown."
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3:00 PM – GIRLS' BATHROOM (BLOODSHED IMMINENT)
Serena cornered Hailey by the sinks, tears streaking her mascara.
Serena: "You made me look guilty AGAIN?"
Hailey: "I was protecting us! If Bee—"
SLAP.
The sound echoed off the tiles. Bee, watching from the doorway, applauded slowly.
Bee: "And the Oscar for Best Fake Victim goes to…"
Hailey lunged—but Bee sidestepped, letting her crash into a stall.
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6:00 PM – BEE'S BEDROOM (WAR ROOM MODE)
Kai tossed a black leather journal onto her bed. "Found Hailey's burn book."
Bee flipped it open to a page titled "Brielle's Epilogue"—covered in doodles of her face crossed out, a list of dates, and one chilling line:
"If she ever comes back, make sure she leaves in a body bag."
Her phone buzzed.
Unknown Number: "You should've stayed gone."
Bee snapped the book shut and smiled.
To Kai: "We're not ruining her reputation."
To Herself: "We're rewriting it."