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artificialqueens · 4 years

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An Impromptu Reveal (Scyvie) - Haven

A/N - i have never submitted a work here before but decided to just type up this fic and submit it anyways because quarantine really has me bored. i have had this fic written out in my notebook since the reunion aired a year ago and just hadn’t considered actually posting it anywhere since it was completely self-indulgent as i wanted more canon-compliant scyvie and i decided to just write away lol. i kinda have an idea for another work following this but idk, guess i’ll judge based on the reaction this gets!

Scarlet knew this was going to happen. The minute she and Yvie stepped out of the car, she knew this day wasn’t going to end well, there was no way it could. She knew Yvie felt the same way, the queen had hardly spoken the entire drive here, to the WOW studio. The few words she did speak being noncommittal and agreeing, her kisses distracted and tense. Neither of them were looking forward to being face to face with the people who had said unnecessary, cruel words about them behind their backs. She could feel the tenseness radiation off of Yvie and she knew she was probably no different, fidgeting with her acrylics as they procrastinated entering the building. However, they would have to go in eventually and Scarlet knew this. With that thought in mind, she looked up at the taller queen, not bothering to hold back the smile at seeing Yvie’s look; a bathrobe, towel substituting a wig, green face paint to signify a face mask. A not so subtle ‘fuck you’ to the words a fellow queen had dribbled behind her back. If she also liked the look for more self-centred, possessive, green-themed reasons, then that was only for the two of them to know.

“The sooner we go in, the quicker this will be over and we can go home.” Scarlet felt she was trying to calm herself more than Yvie; the grin and nod from the younger queen told her it was appreciated anyway.

By the time they had finally entered the building and arrived in the filming room, almost all of the others were there, aside from Vanjie, Plastique and Ru himself. All eyes turned to them when they entered, the girls greeting the pair and complimenting their looks, asking them how they’d been. Brooke motioned at Yvie, patting the stool between her and A’keria. It made sense for Yvie to sit there, she was in the top four and that was where the top four sit. But, Scarlet couldn’t help the pang when Yvie moved forward to sit there, a brushing of their hands the only goodbye offered.

She had no reason to be upset, really. She had been the one to suggest keeping their relationship a secret until the hype for their season died down, not wanting people to assume she was with Yvie only because of her placement in the competition and not because of how wonderfully irresistible she was, didn’t want to have to explain that they had taken interest in each other after the filming of ‘Good God Girl, Get Out’, had hidden in the shadow of Brooke and Vanji and relished in the privacy of it, the lack of stress brought on by cameras following their every move. She didn’t want to be seen as a clout chaser.

And Yvie, who is as understanding and sweet as she is blunt and feisty, had readily agreed with reassurances on her tongue.

So Scarlet had no reason to feel how she was feeling when Brooke and Yvie gave each other cheek kisses, or when A’keria’s hand found its way to Yvie’s knee. If she was able to deal with what came with publicly dating another Ru Girl, the girls would know to back off. (Of course, in the back of her head she knew A’keria was with someone already and Brooke was likely still reeling from her and Vanjie’s breakup, but she could never help the paranoia.)

Her attention was broken by the sound of her name being called, looking to see Plastique had arrived. They chatted among themselves, but Scarlet couldn’t help her gaze drifting to Yvie every other second.

This continued for another five minutes, Vanjie arriving some time in the middle of it, before Ru arrived, donned in a clean pressed suit as per usual. The queens grew silent at the sound of the crew counting down, being given signal that the cameras were rolling.

Every girl plastered on a smile as Ru began the introduction, immediately diving in to stirring up drama again, opening up old wounds for the sake of ratings. It was when Ru directed his attention to Ra’jah that Scarlet tensed, watching the clips of the many fights she had been in, the child-like insults she spat in her interviews. She prayed that Ru would leave out of it, and would focus on her and Ra’jah’s conflicts instead. She knew how hurt Yvie was at seeing what Ra’jah had said about her, had been there to reassure her, to stop the walls she had spent so much time carefully taking down from building back up again. She’d have been damned if she allowed one queen’s - frankly pathetic and unoriginal - insults to erase all of the progress she had made with the queen she had loved. No ma’am.

She couldn’t stop the irritated breath she took as Ru, of course, directed all attention to Yvie. Nina looked at her questioningly, but Scarlet simply gave a smile, as if nothing had happened. Nina didn’t seem completely convinced, glancing between her and Yvie, but she dropped it as Yvie started talking and Scarlet’s attention snapped towards the younger queen, chest clenching at the strain in her voice. Yvie was near tears, eyes watery and throat working continuously to get the words out. She was still hurting from what had been said and it made Scarlet hurt, too.

That hurt quickly morphed into anger as Ra’jah started spouting bullshit, trying to excuse her actions and justify them instead of showing any actual remorse.

“That’s not an apology,” She cut her off with a scoff, frustration evident in her tone.

Yvie spoke up in agreement, a hand carefully wiping under her eye “It’s some bullshit!” Ra’jah seemed to be getting increasingly irritated by being cut off.

“Are you gonna let me speak?” She quipped, disguising her frustration behind a mask of politeness that really wasn’t that effective. Scarlet agreed readily, passive aggressively.

“Oh yeah, you can go ahead,” Seemingly satisfied, Ra’jah opened her mouth to speak again but Scarlet had one more thing to add “But you can direct it over here when you’re done with Yvie because I’ll be damned if I let you believe the way you talked about my boyfriend is acceptable.”

She hadn’t meant to add in the ‘boyfriend’ part.

The reaction was instantaneous, queens were shouting and Yvie was sinking down into her chair, hands coming up to cover her face. Scarlet didn’t move, in shock that the term had left her mouth. Eventually, Ru managed to regain control of the room, the queens quieting down. Yvie peeked out from behind her hands, gaze meeting Scarlet’s own. Scarlet mouthed an ‘I’m sorry’ as Ru began to speak.

“When did this happen, ladies?”

Scarlet decided to answer for them, seeing as Yvie was yet to remove her hands from her face. She knew she wasn’t angry with her, just embarrassed, she hated all of the attention on her in any situation that she wasn’t performing.

“While filming.” She answered bluntly, to which she heard Vanjie speak up.

“How the hell is that a thing, bitch?! We didn’t see nothing!”

“It’s not our fault you and Brooke hogged the spotlight!” She joked, a moment of laughter ringing through the group for a moment. Scarlet laughed along for a moment before clearing her throat and carrying on. “No, uh, in all seriousness, we got, like, together at around episode four, I think? I would have liked it sooner but a certain somebody-” She looked at Yvie, who had emerged from hiding behind her hands and was sitting upright in her chair again, pointedly “Was very evasive to my continuous advances and flirting.” Her teasing was once again met with chuckles, said chuckles turning to full on laughter at Yvie’s indignant “Oh, fuck off!”

Ru spoke up after the laughter died down “Were you evasive, Yvie?”

Yvie huffed “I guess…”

“Why’s that? I’m guessing you returned the feelings Scarlet had for you.”

“Yeah, I did,” She agreed, eyes looking around the room as she tried to word her response “I liked her, too, but, like-” She laughed to herself “It was really hard for me to actually comprehend someone like her being into me. Like, why would someone as beautiful, confident and talented be into this?” She gestured to herself before bursting out with that laugh that Scarlet had grown to adore so much, but the fact that it wasn’t a genuine laugh and instead just something to try and minimise what she had just said, hurt Scarlet. She knew already why Yvie didn’t try to pursue the relationship, they knew every insecurity the other had at this point, but it still hurt to be reminded of just how lowly Yvie had privately thought herself to be. She was glad that was one of the things she’d been able to help her with.

Various sounds of shock and disagreement rang through the room and Scarlet wanted nothing more than to reach out and grab her hand, to hug her, hold her, support her. She knew how much Yvie disliked how awkward situations like these made her feel and she wanted nothing more than to help calm her down and offer as much comfort as she could, but she couldn’t from all the way across the room.

“Now, you know that’s not true, don’t you?” Ru seemed to have had a bit of a shock from Yvie’s words, not expecting that answer. Yvie looked contemplative for a moment.

“Well, I do now,” She agreed with a nod “Scarlet helped a lot with that.”

Scarlet almost cooed at the soft smile that graced her boyfriend’s features. “You’ve helped me a lot, too, baby.” She was sure her expression matched Yvie’s at this point.

“Y’all sappy as fuck, my Lord!” Vanjie’s voice rang out, causing everyone to laugh. “Me and Brooke weren’t never like that! Y’all can’t say shit to us no more!” Every word just sent the girls into deeper hysterics before Ru reigned everyone in once again.

“Now, as much of a surprise this revelation was, we’re all very happy for you girls, aren’t we, ladies?”

Yvie and Scarlet grinned at each other from across the room as Ru was met with a chorus of agreement.

Clicks of heels and loud goodbyes, the sound of jewellery clinking and ringtones blaring. Scarlet grabbed a hold of Yvie’s bony wrist as they walked out, lightly tugging her to the side, into the bathroom.

“If you needed to piss you could have just said so,” Yvie snickered “Didn’t need to just drag me in here.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, you better be, bitch! I could have tripped and fucked my shit up!”

“No, Yvie,” Scarlet cut in seriously, stopping the taller queen in her tracks. “I’m sorry. For telling everyone about us like that. I was the one who didn’t want anyone to know in the first place and I just did that without consulting you, that wasn’t okay-”

“That’s what you’re apologising for?” Yvie snorted with an eyeroll “I actually couldn’t care less, although it’s nice to have people know.” She admitted, in an almost shy way that made Scarlet almost vibrate with adoration. It tensed up when her expression became uncertain, guarded.

“Did you want people to know?” Scarlet took a moment to consider. She never wanted to lie to Yvie, knew the queen would never forgive her if she lied to soothe her right now.

“At first when I said it, I got really scared,” She admitted, Yvie reaching over to hold her hand. She continued, the taller queen running a thumb in smooth, gentle movements. “You know why I didn’t want people to know, but when Ra’jah spoke the way she did to you, it just slipped out. I was so focused on defending you that I forgot I was supposed to be keeping it secret. All I wanted was for her to know that you were my boyfriend and I wasn’t gonna let her pull the shit she was trying to pull.”

Yvie cooed, cupping Scarlet’s face between her hands “Cutie.”

“And I also wanted Brooke to stop feeling you up.” The sound and sight of Yvie breaking out into a laughing fit, a genuine one this time, eased away any doubt Scarlet may have had about what had happened.

#rpdr fanfiction #yvie oddly #scarlet envy #scyvie #fluff #canon compliant #an impromptu reveal #haven #concrit welcome #submission #s11 #on set fic

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punkwithpaints · 7 years

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College Weeb

Finally, I’m away from high school and in college. None of the weebs had went to the college I chose. Thank God. I was so excited my dudes. I’d be in COLLEGE art classes. I would finally not just be limited to 2 rooms, BUT A WHOLE BUILDING DEDICATED TO ART. I was very happy about it. The idea of having a whole semester dedicated towards just 1 area, such as painting, was just awesome to me. On top of they, they had offered course I’d never been able to take before, so more or less, I was super excited to learn new things. Also, I’d get to be around people who actually knew how to draw. Or so I thought.

I had a drawing 1 class and a Color Theory painting class. (I’m just gonna refer to it as Painting 1) So, my drawing class rolls around and I go on up there and sit on one of the bar stools which we’re in a circle. A girl is already sitting to the left of me, wearing a beanie and had various pins on her bag. I wanted to talk to someone, but like I’ve said before, I’m not the best at starting a conversation. Luckily (not so much now), she started talking, saying hi and the sort. The small group of us that had gathered started to talk about what year we all were and where we’re from. Weeb is just gonna be called Weeb cause I’m running out of initials. She was the one sitting to my left. She kept talking to me, and I didn’t mind as we talked about what we thought the class was going to be like and all that. Seemed nice enough. She asked me what I drew, I told her I was into fantasy type things and mythical creatures. She told me she like, yep, anime. Alright, that’s fine. I don’t mind if you doodle it on your free time and such, but I was positive that a person in college, going to be an art major, had their own style other than just anime. I figured she just used it for quick sketches, certain commissions, whatever. Our teacher came in, and honestly, I loved this professor. He was this small Asian man, kinda old, and was blunt as fuck. This is important for later. This teacher is very excited to see our work, and tells us he would love to see our sketchbooks. If we would like to bring them in, he’d love to check them out.

Now, I loved this idea, given that I had been working on large, detailed headshots of my characters, some fan art, and other things, and would love to hear his feedback right off the bat. I double check with him next class period, asking if he would mind if I brought mine in. He was very excited and told me he would love it. So, next time I had him, I brought my current sketchbook and my concept sketchbook, as usual. What I didn’t know was that, yeah, my teacher was going to talk to me about him, but he also wanted to show and talk to the class about it as well. I didn’t really mind, given that he asked first and everyone seemed really nice in this class. I said I didn’t mind and he asked everyone to scoot up to the table he was at and passed my sketchbooks around, telling everyone to be careful. I’m not the best at receiving compliments face to face, due to the fact I’m very flattered and don’t know what to say. (Seriously though, thanks to anyone who likes my art <3) Soon enough I was getting students complimenting me about how much they loved my stuff, how cool it looked, and other things. I was very flattered and thanked them repeatedly. When someone would do the whole, “I wish I was this good” or whatever, I’d tell them they were, just in their own way.

I’d like to make a disclaimer again: By no means do I consider myself an amazing, perfect artist. Hell nah. I got so much to learn and work on, and I think I’m ‘okay’ at best. I never want someone to tell me they wish they were as good as me and such, because I take that as they’re comparing themselves to me and saying I’m better. I firmly believe in the idea that artists shouldn’t compare their skill level to another artists to judge their work. Compare it to something you did a year or so ago! Your improvement and skill level is YOUR improvement and skill level, not everyone else’s, you got this. <3

Anyway, pep talk out of the way, lets move on. Weeb saw it and was suddenly like, quiet, I really don’t remember her saying much actually. I didn’t really think about it though, since I had been talking to another classmate about what marker brands I used and going over the inking pens we liked. (I was so happy to talk to people who geeked out about this stuff as much as I did.) My teacher told me I was a great artist and he would love to see what else I make.

Alright, so as we go through the semester, I’m having a great time. My drawing class just used graphite/charcoal for our drawings, and I was happy to get back into the swing of using them. At some point, my teacher had been talking to weeb about one of her drawings, and asked if she had an art background. Some people in this class were taking it as an elective, so some people didn’t have any experience with art. She came all pouty to me and was like, “I’m really upset.” I don’t really care too much, but go ahead. She went on to tell me about how she was upset that our teacher thought she had no art background.

Being honest, I totally thought she didn’t either…She didn’t know shading, she didn’t know proportions, she didn’t know the difference between graphite and charcoal, didn’t know the difference between oil and acrylic paints. Y’all know how when you buy brushes, the package or display usually has what media they’re best used for printed on them? She saw one that said all purpose, and still asked what she could use them with. Absolutely no common sense, even with the bare basics of art. Now, I tried so hard to help explain things to her, but it just went right over her head.

We were in this art club on campus, by the way, and this group had a group chat. This is gonna all come into play later.

During Christmas break, I had taken all my art supplies back with me and sat my workspace back up. I had taken a picture and sent it to the group chat, telling everyone I was excited to have my workspace all fixed back up and asked if they were excited for break. Everyone talked about Christmas Break and was sending pics of their setup as well, since we had never got to see each others actual set ups or rooms, and we had talked about them frequently.

Now, in my photo, in a kinda obscure area, I have a Babe Ruth tin that I store some of my pens in. Weeb messages me privately, zoomed into that tin and was like, “Where did you buy that?” Okay, whoa, weird, how hard were you looking at my photo bro? Whatever, I tell her I had found it in the paint bin when I was the Paint Master in drama. She asks, “So, you didn’t buy it?” No, obviously not, considering I FOUND it. She lets it go.

Christmas came and went, and she messaged me, telling me she had gotten some Prismacolor markers. Cool dude. She bragged about how she had been watching a bunch of tutorial and read up on them. HOWEVER, she immediately started to ask me how to use them and the such. Okay, fair game, I’ll help you considering you’ve never used them, but if you’ve read and looked at a bunch of research, why are you asking me? I’ll help though, maybe she just needs some verification or something. She proceeds to ask, “What’s the difference between a brush nib and a bullet nib???” Bruh. I thought you said you looked at research? What the hell? So, I explain it all and give my personal opinion on which one I liked better and why. She continued to ask question, being such as, “How do you shade, like, a pale skin tone?”

Bitch. The fuck? With some pale ass markers? Nah, the most jet black marker you can find. I explained it anyway.

“Why are there green and blue markers in my set if it’s skintone?”

Boi. Cause they cool colors used for shading. How do you not understand that?

“So, how do you shade with markers???”

Bittttttttttttttch. I explain how to pick out color choices and the whatnot. I tell her that I usually start with my undertones and then my base color. Then I keep moving up to darker colors and purples/blues.

BRO SHE ARGUED WITH ME.

“Um, so you color in the whole area with your base??? I don’t think you do that! It’ll dry out and you can’t blend them together.”

I told her how they were alcohol based and could normally blend just fine with each other as long as you weren’t waiting like, days or something like that. A minute or two won’t kill it.

“No, I don’t think that’s right. How do you make it not streaky?”

Whatever, fine, fuck it, welcome to Burger King because have it your way I guess. I told her when it came to making sure the marker didn’t look streaky when putting it down was something that depended on how you held it personally and that the best way to learn it was mainly from practice. She seems bummed it’s not something that instantly happens but oh well. She told me she was gonna be coloring something she inked and asked how long she should wait for the ink to dry. I told her I never really had an issue with my ink pens smudging, so maybe a minute or so just to make sure? She waited 40 minutes. I told her that when she got started coloring it with the markers, that new markers are very saturated with ink and may bleed a little, so stay away from the lines some to give it some room just in case.

Now, remember I told her to lay down her main color first, completely, and to work it up? She told me she read/watched a tutorial (Oh hey, there’s the tutorials you said you watched a million of.) that said to do it in sections. I’m not opposed to that, but honestly, if you color a section completely, then try to start another section, is it not gonna look streaky and wrong considering the edges have had time to dry? Like, it’s gonna take you 30 minutes to an hour for that one section, IDK, isn’t that plenty of time for it to dry, like you feared it would???

Sure kid, just go for it. I’m talking to a wall here. Little while later she messaged me and was like:

“I fucked up.”

Sure enough, she did the whole section coloring thing and was right against the lines, so it bled everywhere and wasn’t blending right.

Nailed it.

Later on in the year, the next semester, I was taking a 3D class (making large sculptures out of cardboard) and a Digital class (Learning to use photoshop and all that.). She was in 3D with me. This semester really let me see how crazy this person was.

There is this Art and Literature novel/magazine thing my college did every year. You could enter up to 6 pieces in the art area. 3 for publishing, and 3 for the cover art. I still wasn’t very good at photoshop, so I just submitted 3 things for publishing. She entered too and so did a lot of my friends from the art group. There was an upperclassmen in our group who I’ll call K. K knew her way around Photoshop and the sorts, so she submitted for the cover art. By this point, I had already had one of the girls (sweetest person I know) admit to me that weeb was talking shit behind my back because I had mentioned that I didn’t find anime very original. She said I was bashing other artists styles to make myself look better and that I was stuck up, all that good stuff.

I wasn’t surprised considering I ha began to see through her and realize she was one of /those/ people. After I had begun to realize that (before Christmas break) I had been trying to talk to her less, considering she would also come into where I was working and not leave me alone for the whole day.

(Sidenote: I’m someone who very much prefers to be alone when I’m working. Honestly, I like to be alone by myself most of the time. There’s a few people I usually don’t mind sitting and being around me during these times. She wasn’t one. In 3D foundations class, it’s a very demanding class so you’d have to stay long hours after class to finish the project on time. I work fast, like I mentioned, and I would stay up until 3-4 in the morning anyway, just chilling in the art building. She’d constantly just invite herself over to where I was working to work too. Me working around her turned into, “Come over here and help me work instead of doing your project.” So, due to her constantly asking me to come over and help her, I didn’t finish as quick as I normally did. I had mentioned to her quite a few times that I prefer to work alone and not have anyone in the room. Again, went over her head. She took it as ‘I told you I like to be alone, but since I told you, you can stay because I totally don’t mean you.’. Especially you. One night, I’ve literally gotten 10 hours of sleep in the last 3-4 days. It’s 1 in the morning and I’ve done all I can to my project. Like, I can’t do anything else because I didn’t have what I needed. Considering I hadn’t been leaving until 4AM a lot of the times, hell yeah I was leaving and going to bed. So I start packing my stuff up and she noticed. “Wait!!! Are you leaving?!?”

Yeah.

“Don’t leave!!!!!! I get scared being in here alone!!!!”

She made me feel bad so I stayed.

Until fucking 3:30 in the morning. Again.

I mentioned multiple times how tired I was, how I hadn’t slept really. She just goes, “Wow, how are you alive??” Bitch I ain’t. I’m fucking dead and you’re the one who killed me.

She tried to pull this stunt again next week. I just looked at her and went, “You’ll be alright.” And left. I’m not your babysitter. Next morning, she started to try and guilt trip me.

“Yeah, I stayed about an hour after you left, but I started getting scared and cried, I had to leave.” I took a sip of my coffee and went, “Not my problem.” (Are you seeing where my fucks are going? That’s right, right out the window.) She kept trying to stay in the art building as long as I did after I mentioned that I usually stayed until 4AM, either working on something, or just watching videos since I didn’t want to bother my roommates. I could be over analyzing, but I feel like her mindset was, “If I stay in here as long as they do, I’ll be just as good.”

Nope, try again. It’s not the time you spend in the art building, it’s how you work to improve yourself.

Also, everyday in 3D, when I’d walk by I’d say hello, just to be nice. Never got one back, always, “Ugh, I’m going to kill myself.” Or “Kill me” because she would bitch and moan about how hard the project was. She’d always always whine and cry that her’s were bad (tru) and our teacher was going to fail her and no one would look at her sculpture, dumb shit basically. End sidenote.)

My first red flag that this person was /that/ type of person was when we completed our first 3D foundations project. One of her ‘friends’ (weeb talked shit about them, as you’ll see.) had made this really awesome, large scale 20 sided die, complete with each number carved out. It was super cool and everyone really liked it. Later that week, Weeb is talking to me and she’s like, “I’m mad that M is getting so much attention for their project! That was my idea first!”

She went on to explain that the 2 of them had brainstormed together and that was one of the ideas they had come up with. M had really liked the idea and asked if she wanted to do it, which Weeb told them no, they were considering a different thing. M went ahead and did it. Weeb got pissed????? What???? Where is your logic? You told them to go ahead.

That was my next red flag, they were ‘friends’ with someone only to shit talk about them and be mad that they were doing well. She’d constantly be complaining to me about how M always was showing off and didn’t deserve to be noticed like that. (Dudes I don’t even know.) I tended to ignore her because I liked M and enjoyed their stuff, and knew that Weeb was a jealous jerk. A few weeks later, Me and Weeb are in 3D. It’s about 2 and a half hours long, so we can take a break to go get food or whatever since it’s early in the morning. She notices I’m getting my lanyard and getting ready to go get some coffee and food. She wants to come with me and I can tell she’s being pouty about something. Now, I want to clarify something. This isn’t like, you noticed your friend seems a little sad and ask them what’s wrong, nope. She would always sigh and pout and drop cryptic messages like some 13 year olds DeviantArt journal. Sure enough, we head outside, it’s raining. All I have is a flannel with a hood. She’s got an umbrella. Never once asked if I wanted to share the umbrella. Whatever, I like rain. K comes running up to us, very excited and was like, “Guys!! I just got told I won the cover art area!” I was very happy for her, and told her congrats and such. Weeb literally doesn’t say jackshit and just glares. We keep walking after that and I try to start up a conversation. “I love the rain. It’s so nice.” Or something to that effect. Of course I get a pouty huff and a “I’m really upset about that.” What? The rain???? What?

“That K won that. She’s not that good, like, I could do better! She didn’t deserve that.” Bitch, excuse the fuck me? By this time we’re in the Starbucks on campus. I’ve already decided I’m not dealing with this and just gave small, “Mhm. Yeah.” As answers as I ordered and let her bitch. I got my food and we sit down. She literally hasn’t stopped ranting. Then she drops this bombshell, not kidding.

“I know I shouldn’t be, but I get jealous when other artists are better than me.”

She just stared at me and I sat there 100% done with this bullshit, but I had set a goal for myself to try and be supportive and to help others, use my words, ya know? Rather than being like, “You fucking dipshit what the fuck-“ I just said, “Yeah, jealousy isn’t a good thing when it comes to art. It tends to hinder someones ability to improve, and artists shouldn’t compare themselves to others, rather you should go to them for inspiration and guidance.” Holy shit high five me, you said words that didn’t include, ‘Fuck you’ in them. ONCE AGAIN, SHE COMPLETE IGNORES MY ATTEMPT AT HELP. “Yeah, well, I just can’t help it.” Bitch, yes you fucking can, if you actually tried at it, but apparently you don’t try at anything. I decided to try a different approach.

“I use to be like that, and got jealous at artists that were better, but looking back, I saw absolutely no growth in my work from that time.”

#Read@10:34 and ignored of course. “But you’re good now!!” MOTHERFUCKER. Because I stopped being a jealous twat at the age of 11????? Jesus Christ. “Well, what did you submit for the cover art? Maybe I can help you.” This ho looks at me and goes:

“Oh, I didn’t enter anything.”

What. The actual. Fuck.

Done. Done, 100% done. Fuck this Shit I’m out. You literally can’t be this fucking dense. I just blocked everything out at that and went back to the class. Now I was really trying to avoid talking to this weeb.

During this time, I was also voted to be the president of the art group, while K was told she could be Vice President. Weeb literally bullied/harassed her out of the position by messaging her like, “I really wanted that position, are you sure I can’t do it?? You’re always too busy to come to meetings.”

On down the year, I had entered 3 pieces to be judged to be put into an art exhibit. She did too. I didn’t tell her I was doing it because I knew she’d get all mad about it. My 3 pieces got in, hers didn’t. She started to complain and whine immediately, trying to get me to compliment her stuff. “My stuff is never good enough I guess.” Tru. Moving on.

I had gotten pretty well distinguished in the art department. I had gotten a lot of awards and the teachers liked to talk to me. Around this time, M was told one of her photography pieces had been accepted into the Colleges Art and Literature book, and I was also told my work was also accepted. I didn’t mention it at first, since Weeb hadn’t gotten in. I knew she’d be pissed. Finally, I mentioned. She acted all proud and was like, “Oh, congrats!” I knew she didn’t mean it for a second. Another friend of mine (Not an art major, but drew in their spare time,) took an art class for fun. She had left a critique and noticed Weeb talking to M and someone else, telling them that I was ‘always trying to one up her’ and ‘leaving their sketchbook open for compliments.’ And ‘showing off.’ Keep in mind, I had no sketchbooks for these classes. Only a small one to sketch a quick layout for my 3D project, since we had to have a model. She wasn’t even in my other class. The other 2 classes from last semester was the drawing class (no sketchbook, just giant art pads.) and painting class, which she wasn’t in. So????????? My friend let me know.

I was officially done. I wasn’t dealing with this again, in college, from people who were suppose to be adults. Now, she had texted me on like, Wednesday at 11 PM asking if I was in the art building, which I was, but damn it leave me alone, so I didn’t reply. It was around finals week. I was done with my art finals (Making the piece, not presenting), so once again I was in the art building, watching videos. I’ve been on the group chat, basically quoting word from word what she had said and telling my friends how people like that are just horrible people. Everyone was agreeing and Weeb hadn’t answered. So I strolled my petty ass right on over, next door, to the 3D room (I was in painting) and Weeb and another girl (that was actually another friend.) was in there. I sat down by the other girl, E, and started telling her about this ‘person’ that said these things, and quoted what she had said.

Deadass Froze.

She still tried to talk and put in input like she totally didn’t say that. I headed back to the painting room until 4 AM rolled by and I started to head out. Now, I could have went left and to an elevator where she wouldn’t see me leave. But remember, she’s scared to be alone. So, I went right and in front of the 2 doors that were open to that room. I made sure she saw me leave and I heard this feeble, ��Hey!!” Kept walking.

Got to my dorm and finally replied to the message she sent (It was like, Thrusday or Friday now.) I answered it with:

No, I left.

“I know, I saw you.”

Good, thought so.

“Hey, I read the group chat. I just wanted to say I’m sorry if I ever said anything like that. If I ever said anything like that and offended you, I’m sorry.”

I was pissed. You’re gonna try and deny it when I have 2 separate people telling me you’re talking shit? You’re just mad you got caught. So I didn’t reply until the next day, since me and a bunch of friends went out to eat to celebrate almost being done with the year. I replied back with,

“I’ve had 2 different sources come to me and let me know you were saying those things behind my back. I had to deal with that all through highschool, and frankly, I’m not dealing with it in college. Have a good summer.”

She never answered, but funny enough, she ran back to the 1st girl she that she bitched about me to and started trying to make me look like the bad person, saying she never said that stuff. Funny bro.

So next semester, I get to deal with kicking her out of the group, considering I’ll be president and I don’t stand for that kind of stuff. Wish me luck.

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