Within the next hour, I had found myself sitting on Giselle’s apartment floor, whilst her and Ning typed furiously on their laptops.
“So you said some business major stole your art work?” Giselle asked with a brow raised trying to get this straight.
“Mhm, Professor Son showed me all of their work. I even have pictures of them.” I pull out my phone and swiped through the plethora of images that I took of the stolen work.
Ning and Giselle both nodded their heads. Ning looking a bit more puzzled than Giselle, “and her name was?”
“Kim Minjeong.” I responded with a sigh. Ningning then perked up as if she were told Rhianna was dropping a new album. “Kim Minjeong?! As in super hot, dance team president Kim Minjeong?”
“Um excuse you, your girlfriend is right here.” Giselle scoffed at the ‘super hot’ description.
Ningning rolled her eyes playfully, “oh please you know no one could ever compete with you. Besides who’s name do I end up moaning every night-“
“Alright, alright! Horndogs. Gosh you can’t go five seconds without trying to suck each other’s throats.” I shivered. “Now please elaborate on this quote and quote ‘super hot dance team leader’”
“Oh right.” Ning cleared her throat as she locked in and started searching up Minjeong’s name on Instagram. “Here, Kim Minjeong is 22, around our age. She’s like the networking queen, is the president of a dance team here on campus. Very talented, attractive, and some people describe her as a stuck up princess.” I stared at the Instagram profile, scrolling through the account.
“Pfft, she just heavily edits her images. It’s so obvious. Anyways I’ll just send her a message and ask her to chat or something.” But before I could type out a message, Giselle protested.
“No, don’t just slide into her DMs like that. She would never respond.” Giselle then clicked on her story and saw that she was selling some unworn clothing. “Here slide up and tell her you would like to buy them. And then you guys meet up to purchase, you confront her and boom.”
The plan sounded pretty solid. I tapped the blue follow button on her instagram account before viewing her story and responding to it as Giselle directed.
Kariyu: Hi. Im interested in buying these shoes.
I clicked sent and hurriedly turned off my phone, and letting out a huge breath I didn’t realize I was holding.
“Why are you so anxious Rina. The worst she can say is ‘fuck off you weird creep’” Ning ning smiled.
I didn’t find it funny. Matter of fact, I started panicking more. Maybe my work being stolen wasn’t that big of a deal. I can just make more, or maybe even change up my art style.
“This was a mistake” I panicked as I opened my phone to go and delete the message but as I opened the chat I saw the three dots bouncing in a rhythm.
“Omg she read it!” Giselle gasped. All three of us hovered over my phone watching Minjeong type on the other end.
Minminjeong: Hi! Yes they are still available. I am selling them for $60. Would you be available to get them tomorrow night?
“Wow she so chipper” Ningning mumbled.
Kariyu: Yes tomorrow night works. Where should we meet?
Minminjeong: Would the late night Cafe on Blue St work for you? @ 6pm?
Kariyu: Yes that works. See ya then!
I placed my phone on the coffee table face down before letting out the most dramatic sigh known to woman.
“You are so dramatic Rina. Just go there and confront her about the work.” Giselle sat up from her spot on the couch.
Ning ning peaked at me from her gaze on her phone, “what are you looking for out of this?”
Her question made me short circuit. What was I looking for out of this?
“Um maybe some answers as of why she decided to plagiarize someone else’s work instead of just making her own. And for her to tell Professor Son that ‘her work’ is in fact NOT her work”
“Fair enough,” Ning nodded. “Alright now it’s getting late and Giselle and I still have to shower”
My face scrunched up in disgust, “why are you showering together?”
They both looked at each other and laughed, before responding in unison;
“To save water-“ Giselle said proudly.
While on the other hand, Ning was…also proud to say, “To fuck-“
That was indeed my cue to leave the apartment. Besides I had a long day to prepare for.
Author’s note: Hiya, second chapter. Hope you like. :)) By the time the first one is posted there will be three more chapters drafted and ready to be posted. But like comment annnnnd subscribe for more heh im jk LMAOO