Mr. James is not going to make me cry. Ryan is right by my side as I work. Watching and saying nothing, but assisting me with anything I need. It takes me about one hour to draw my designs. And one hour thirty minutes for my team and I to bring them to life. There are a few mistakes in the process
ASHANTI’S POV. And then walks away. She bursts into tears. “He's not wrong tho.” Ryan leans closer and whispers into my ears. I shoot him a stern look that makes him smile and shrug his shoulders. “I said what I said.” The moment the judges exit the hall, I turn to my team mates and we all squea
RAEGAN’S POV. Ashanti and I had another bickering session throughout the ride to her house. She kept scolding me about things, most of which I can't even remember anymore because all I could think about at that moment was how cute she looked and how melodious her voice sounded. Goodness, she has n
“And that's it?” Kyle is the first to speak. I calmly nod my head as I say; “Yes, that's it.” In a very dry tone. “She didn't give me a name. She said he wore a mask or had her blindfolded whenever he came to see her, so she didn't see his face and when I tried to ask if she could trace her way bac
ASHANTI'S POV. “Thank you very much, Ryan.” I say to Ryan with a sweet smile as he park's in the driveway of Delta Kyle's house. I'm here to pay Tessa a surprise visit. This was an arrangement I made with Delta Kyle last night. He told me when Tessa would be home so I could come over and here I am.
“There's nothing for you to be sorry about, Tess. If there's anyone between who has to apologise, it's me, not you.” I blink and pout my lips as I stare at her beautiful face. I never knew Tessa liked make-up. She looks so pretty with it on. “Tessa I cannot…” “Stop!” She says, holding her palm ou
ASHANTI'S POV. “There have been some rumours.” Tessa says, flashing me a queer smile. A small frown forms on my face as I face her once more. I don't like rumours, especially when they come from subjects of this pack. They never lack something to say about me. I thought I was free from them, but
“But we can't just sit back and watch them insult you.” “I can handle them on my own. I promise.” “Are you sure?” “Yes I am. I promise.” “Okay.” She says, shrugging. “If you say so.” I can feel the dissapointment in her tone. If it were up to her, we should go drag the girls out of their apart