We were busying jamming to Love More by Chris Brown in the design studio while putting the finishing touches on the costume designs when Walter walked in. We rarely see him any more because he's busy working with the boys, making sure everything goes smoothly for the boys. He waves to us before walking over to the talk to Keisha, Raymond greets him with a beaming smile as he walks around us, supervising and giving us feed back on or designs.
Right now I'm finishing up Ray's jacket. I had Raymond help me take the sleeves from a previous letter mans jacket and attatch them to a leather vest. I was able to steam press on a black and grey oriental pattern onto the sleeves to give it a 'Ray Ray' type flair. Yannie agreed with me that he would love it because it's such a intricate pattern. I honestly had trouble putting together my ideas for his outfit. He's so blunt and not afraid to express his opinion, I'd be really embarrased if he secretly hated my creation. If he has that cheeky smile on his face, that's how I know he'll genuinely like its.
After adding the double zipper to Ray's jacket, I walk over to the rack that holds all my finish products. Raymond was able to find color coded dressing racks for us so we don't mix up our stuff. I'm thankful for that because knowing me, I'd place my clothes somewhere and never find it again. As I hang Ray's jacket up, something on Yannie's rack catches my eyes. I glance behind me at her table. She's busy searching through a bag of studs to notice me at all. I move one of the shirts labeled "Roc" to the side and look at the vest behind me.
It's red and black with gold embellishments. It's looks really nice and professionally done but, right on the left side is the leopard print 'P' that I had Raymond search every where for. He literally spent three days going through all the shelves and bins to findthat P. It was the only one available too and I was lucky to get it.
I take the jacket off the rack and head over to Yannie. She's so intent on searching through the bag os studs that it takes her a minute to notice me standing there. Her brown eyes flicker up to me slowly, "Hey Kacey," her face falters when she notices the jacket in my hand. "Why do you have my jacket?"
"I was just admiring it until I realized that you took the leopard print P from me." I say to her.
Her eyebrows scrunch together as she shoots me the evil eyes, "I didn't steal anything. That was on the accessory table over there. So I picked it up. No one claimed it so I did."
I roll my eyes and put a hand on my hip, "Oh please, you heard me begging Raymond to find that P for three days straight. Everyone knows that was part of Princeton's jacket...you were there when Mandy complimented me on it."
"Please stop letting that go to your head." Yannie responds, a hint of attitude clear in her voice. I'm take aback by her attitude and the evil glare she's sending towards me. Yannie has been so laid back since she's got here. I don't know who peed in her cheerios this morning but she needs to build a bridge and get over her pissy mood.
"I'm not letting anything go to my head. I just was the P back and everything will be fine." I say, setting the jacket down on top of the pair of pants she's working on. I cross my arms and glance at the jacket, waiting for her to start prying the P off and handing it to me.
Yannie stands up, she's at least an inch taller than me so I have to look up a little. "I'm not taking anything off, that would ruin the jacket. Find something else to add on to Princeton's jacket. It's not like its the end of the world."
"Yeah Kacey, it's not the end of the world." London comments from the table behind us. I dont even bother to turn around because I'm too annoyed at this point to deal with her foolishness.
Yannie and I stare eachother down, Chris Brown's voice still blasting through the room. That P is the highlight of Princeton's whole jacket and I know he'll love it. For sweet little Yannie to steal that from me is like a blow to my creativity and confidence. And me being the person I am, feel like something as little as a leopard print P is going to ruin everything. Princeton will never see how unique I can be, instead he'll praise Yannie and it wasnt even her idea.
"Can you move? You're cramping my work space." Yannie says, flicking her wrist at me like she's shooing away an annoying fly.
I shrug, 'Fine, but I'm taking my P with me."
Before I control myself, my arm shoots out and my nails dig under the soft material of the P. I pinch the felt between my fingers and tug with all my might before feeling the seems of the P come loose from the jacket. It tears apart with a soft "snap" and I hold it between my fingers smugly. Yannie's mouth is hanging open, her cheeks turning a dangerous shade of red as her eyes shoot daggers at me.
Next thing I know a bag of studs is being thrown in my face, the bag busting open and an explosion of studs burst onto the floor noisly. One hits me in the eyes I flinch, placing my palm over my eye. "Ow, what the hell Kenyanna!?" I shriek. London burst out in a fit of laughter as Walter, Keisha and Raymond turn around. They race over to us and take in the scene as Yannie and I continue to stare at eachother, despite my throbbing, watery eye.
"Hey, what's going on here?" Raymond asks, using the remote to lower the volume of the radio. The room becomes dead silent and all eyes are on us. "Hello, am I speaking in tongues? What happened?"
"Kacey ruined my design for Prods jacket." Yannie says, rolling her neck with an attidue.
I scoff, "She stole the P that I needed for Princeton's jacket. Everyone knew I claimed it first." My voice begins to shake from the anger building up inside of me.
Walter shakes his head, "Really? I thought yall were getting together just fine."
"Blame her," I snap angrily.
"Grow up," Yannie says, sitting down on the stool and crossing her arms.
Raymond takes my wrist and removes my palm and gasp when he sees my watery eye. "Girl what happened to yo eye?"
I bite my tongue, debating whether to snitch on Yannie. Even though she snitched on me, I'd rather not make the situation worst. She's already pissed of with me, I dont want to make things worse. "Nothing...I'm just clumsy." I reply. Raymond sucks her teeth like he doesnt believe me, his pursed lips say it all.
"Yannie threw the studs at her and one hit her in the eye." London pipes up.
"Shut up London." Yannie scowls, turning and shooting a glare at her.
Keisha crosses her arms, "That's enough. If yall can't work together then youre both getting sent home. Now yall better make up because we dont have time for this. Kacey go get a compress for your eye. Yannie, clean up these studs. And when Kacey returns yall better find a way to work this out. I'm not here to babysit yall." She snaps angrily, her eyes staring at us sternly.
Sighing, I turn and walk across the room to leave. I head straight for the bathroom, ignoring the stares from the other workers in the studio. Luckily the bathroom is empty when I walk in. I grab a paper towel and wet it under the sink before applying it to my aching eye. I dig my phone out of my pocket and dial Jayla's number.
I wait for at least three minutes for her to answer but she never does. I sigh and debate whether I should call my mother or not. In the end I decide not to. If I tell her what happened she'll demand for me to come back home and then lecture me about how she knew this would happen. As I nurse my throbbing eye, I start to wonder if I really did approach Yannie wrong.
Out of all the people in that room, I didnt expect Yannie to take something of mine. True my name wasnt written on it in big bold letters or anything, but for her to catch an attitude with me and refuse to give back the P was wrong in her part too. The really embarrassing part is that Keisha and Walter looked compeltely disappointed in mean. I hate disappointing people so much and for them to look at me like I'm some troubled teenager makes me feel like crap. And London's instegating self didnt make the situation any better.
By the time my eye has stopped aching, I finally leave the bathroom and head back to the studio. On my way there I hear familiar laughter and chatter coming from the room and I peer inside to find Roc, Myles, Ray, Latimore and Prod gathered around, looking at everyone's designs. The girls are bursting with excitement, showing the boys what we've been working so hard on.
I take a step back, not wanting to walk inside. I'm sure Yannie is still mad at me and I'm not in the mood to have the boys asking about my blood shot eyes.
Then I realize one person is missing...
Two fingers dig into my sides and I shriek, spinning around to find those twinkling brown eyes and bright smile blinding me. My brain turns to mush as always and my insides rattle around nervously as I lift a hand as a greeting,
"Hey Prince,"
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Sorry for errors...i hate proof reading
ok so everyone wants a picture of Kacey so the picture in the multimedia is a representation of Kacey...I basically modeled Kacey after Kacey Simon from How To Rock so when you think of her, think of that picture to the right lol ------>
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