Bad Barbz Club

Punishing girls

Paris POV:

Me and the other mentors were discussing how we were going to punish Taylor and Jennifer.

"Okay we gave Taylor in house suspension while Jennifer has detention." Rih said.

"That argument was so dumb. And why does everyone start to have problems when we cook?" Mariah said.

"What about the other girls?" Nicki said.

"What about the other girls. Their continue with their schedules" I said.

"Oh speaking of schedules I altered them around" said Mariah.

"What do you mean altered?" I asked.

"Okay well instead of them all coming to us at one time there will be two to each class"

"But there are only six girls"

"I know which is why we would switch classes at a certain amount of time".

"Okay, how about y'all just switch y'all's classes and I can watch after the two that we are punishing today" Nicki said standing.

"Okay, are we good?" Rihanna asked.

"Yeah". We all split up.

Nicki's POV:

I left out the living room and went into my office. I went through some papers and looked at the stupid sheet for consequences. As I read through it one of the girls knocked at my door.

"Come in" I said still reading.

"Uh, Nicki?" I heard. I looked up and saw Madyson.

"Yeah what's up?" I asked. She sat down and started talking.

"Our parents come to visit us on weekends right?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Well can others come to visit us?"

"Like?"

"Other members or boyfriends?"

"I will have to get back to you on that. I really don't know and I don't think it was allowed".

"Okay" she said getting up. Low key the girl doesn't look like she has a boyfriend. Like you know those cute types but don't have a boyfriend. Yeah she looked like one of those type of girls. I got up and went to meet the other mentors.

"Okay so Rihanna you are in charge of Jennifer duty and Nicki you have Taylor". Mariah said.

"Um no, can I just teach today?"

"I'll watch Taylor" Paris said.

"Okay it's settled then" we all split up again for the day.

Rihanna's POV:

I went into th detention room and Jennifer was in there on her phone. I took it right out her hand and put it in the drawer in the desk.

"Ugh" she groaned.

"You can do that all you want but it was your decision to go and pick a fight"

"Yeah whatever"

"Exactly, here" I said giving her a notebook and a pen. I wrote on the board what we had to write for certain situations for the girls to learn from.

"You not even the type to be a teacher". She said.

"And you not the type to even be smart" I said back to her.

"At least I'm not a washed up celebrity going around and fucking a man who doesn't want to be with me and not having to commit to a relationship he's forced to be in"