#shgottgoode

She sighed and shook her head. “You are worrying too damn much about what that bitch is doing. You only gotta make sure you get that degree, it’s not a competition, it’s college.”

“It’s both!” Then, under Symone’s judgemental gaze, amended, “it could be both…”

“It could also be how you develop a stomach ulcer.”

While they were going back and forth, neither of them noticed that they were no longer alone in the studio. While it was the school’s studio and they didn’t have exclusive rights to it, it was often occupied solely by Gigi at odd hours of the night. So, when they realized someone else was working there, they were both startled. And when Gigi realized who it was, her expression soured immediately. “Can’t you use a different room?”

Mik looked up, over at the other two girls, then back at her piece. “Nope,” she answered while continuing to sew.

Symone could see where this was going and turned right for the door. “I’m not sticking around for this mess,” she remarked as she left.

“You trying to steal ideas?” Gigi accused once Symone left.

“Didn’t know you were in here,” she replied without stopping her work. “Not my fault you’re paranoid.”

Gigi huffed and crossed her arms, no longer able to focus on her project. “Well, it’s a little suspicious that you just happened to be here at midnight. Who does that?”

“You, apparently.”

“Yeah, but–”

Mik cut her off with, “maybe you’d do better work if you weren’t so obsessed with me.”

She sputtered and turned red as she scrambled to find her words. “As if, you’re giving yourself a little too much credit here.”

“Whatever you say, gorge,” she shrugged. “It’s cute, though.”