The Mindless Models of New York City

Morgan's POV

'Where the hell are my earrings?' I muttered under my breath as I dug through my jewelry box.

"Looking for these?"

I snapped my head in the direction of the voice and saw Erin standing there with a wide smirk plastered on her face.

"You bitch" I spat

She chuckled and rolled her eyes as she the threw the earring's at me. They landed with a clink on the hardwood floor.

She turned to leave but I wasn't finished with her. I lunged for her backside as I tackled her . I grabbed a fistful of her hair and repeatedly slammed her face first into the hardwood floors.

"Stop! Stop!" She screamed.

I wasn't stopping any time soon. This bitch knew how much those earrings meant to me. She knew those earrings were the last gift Marcus gave me before he died. And now she was gonna pay.

I flipped her over and delivered punches to her already bruised face. I felt my self being pried off her as I was lifted in the air.

"What the hell is wrong with you!?" Catherine screamed.

I felt myself being carried out of the my dressing room. Then being set down on my own two feet. I watched Catherine pace back and forth burning a hole in the floor.

"What do you have to say for yourself Morgan?" I kept quiet "What did you say ?!" She screamed.

I winced at how loud her voice was.

"What am I going to look like tonight having one of my models going out there with bruises on her face?!"

"She took my earrings" I mumbled under my breath.

"What, speak up?!"

"I said she took my earrings!" I yelled.

"What earrings?" Catherine barely said above a whisper while place her hand over her forehead.

"The ones that Marcus gave me" I said as I felt tears welling up in my eyes.

Why did god have to take Marcus from me? He kept me sane. He supported me in everything that I did. He loved me for all my flaws. In his eyes I was perfect. But of course some stupid ass drunk driver had to take away my happiness. He had to take away my heart. He had to take away my heart. He had to take away my other half. Without Marcus I would never be completely happy again.

Prodigy's POV

I drummed my fingers against the edge of my phone as I listened to the boys argue about who looked better Kerry Washington or Megan Fox. I decided to not involve myself. I sat back in my seat and looked out the window of the van taking in the scenery of New York. I had no idea where we were going.

"Keisha?" I said

"What?" She said with a smile plastered on her face.

"Where are we going?" I said confused on why she was smiling so hard.

"We're going to see a fashion show. With professional teenage models!" She said proudly.

"What?!" All four of us said in unison

"Ah hell naw!" Roc said not attempting to hide his anger.

Keisha cut her eyes at him and then spoke.

"Think of this as a punishment for breaking my car window last week" she said with sarcasm dripping from her voice.

We all focused are attention towards Roc who nervously started scratching the back of his head.

We all knew it was him who threw that baseball last week and broke Keisha's car window.

We all decided to not tell Keisha Roc did it. So she decided she was going to punish us all.

I definitely did not want to go to some stupid ass fashion show to watch some stuck up bitches.

The boys went back to arguing of course and tried to include me in it. I refused and to be apart of it.

I sighed as I placed my beats over my ears and started listening to music.

This is going to be a long night.

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