*Tina's pov ( few days later: on campus)*
Today is just not for me. I woke up this morning to find out that I'm running late for class. On my way out I stubbed my big toe trying to get my leggings on, I ran into a wall putting on my sweatshirt, I tripped over a flip flop, and I couldn't find my keys for ten minutes. Damn I hate Mondays. On top of that I'm fucking sore from training with Dick for the past few days. He did not go easy on me.
When I got to class, I've never felt so exhausted. The day barely begun, and I'm just drained. "Looks like somebody took a trip to the ghetto," someone snickers as I take my seat. What are they talking about? I say to myself as I touched my head. Fuck, my hair bag is still on! I plop my head down on my desk, in defeat. I should have skipped class today.
"Class is going to be real short, because I'm only going to talk to you about one thing: your project," the professor says as he writes something on the board.
"You will be planning a fashion show. You will use your designs that you have created, and use them in your show. This HAS to be your original work. If I catch you cheating you will be kicked out of this school. Also, YOU have to fund this project yourself, because if you want to be the best you need to put in the work," he states as he sits on the edge of his desk.
"You have four weeks to get this fashion show on its feet and perform it for the school. That is plenty of time to get the models, make the clothes, and find the venue. As a positive incentive, the person who puts on the best show gets a paid trip to the fashion capital itself: Paris, France. Now class is dismissed," he ends.
Everyone starts to scurry away as I'm stuck in my chair. 'Fund this project yourself.' I have four weeks to make this happen. Oh my God I have to go into my trust fund. I can't ask my parents and friends for money. I don't know how I'm going to do this.
"Ms. Remington, class is dismissed." He says again. I shake myself out of my thoughts, and practically run out of the class. Once I'm out of there, I hear a snickers. I turn around to see Cecil and his bimbos hanging outside of the class. Just my luck.
"We know who's not going to win that prize," he chuckles darkly as he slides a slimy look at me. Fuck him and his bitches, I have no time for this.
"Oh we know, especially, with what she has on. How can you design clothes it you can't clothe yourself?" Keep it moving, Tina. Remember your karma. Let me get out of here before I blow a gasket.
The moment I got in my car, I quickly search around for my phone. "No no no!" I hit my head against the steering wheel, so I can remember the last time I've seen it. Bruh I left it at home. Why me? Whyyyy meeeee?!
I start the car and drive home. As I walk up to the door, Kat opens it with a smile on her face. "Hey Ti, I was just about to drop off your phone," her smile wanes when she sees my mean expression.
"What's wrong? Is it the self defense classes Dick is having you do?" Kat says as we enter our apartment.
"I'm just trying not to lose my mind," I say as I plop myself on the sofa.
"Well start with what's troubling you the most. You know I'm here," She reassures me. I nod my head before blowing out a breath to keep from exploding.
"So my teacher today just assigned a project, that could make or break me in the fashion world. He said that we have four weeks to come up with a fashion show, I- I don't know how I'm going to pay for it," I stress. Before Kat could say something, my phone rings. I answer it and release a sigh.
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About THAT Night (Dick Grayson x OC)
Fanfiction"Somehow in my lucid state I found my way to you. I don't know why I felt the need to come here when I did, but I did it anyway," Dick lifted his hand and gently brushed his knuckles across my cheek. I leaned into his touch and glanced at his muscle...
