ASHANTI'S POV.

It's another competition day and I'm trying to hold my organs from falling out of my body. The first session went smoothly. I came second best after the almighty Leonard and that really boosted my confidence, but after hearing one of the judges call a design an eyesore, my confidence plummeted.

I never want to be in a position where any of my designs will be labeled an eyesore. That would destroy me.

"You look confident today." Ryan remarks as we make our way into the hall. I shoot him a brief glance and a small despite my raging nerves.

"You think?"

"The aura of confidence hovering around you is palpable. It makes me happy to see you like this."

"Why? Thank you. Aren't you just the sweetest?"

"I know. You cannot do without me." He brags and before I can say anything to object to his statement, he hastens his steps to get farther away from me.

Typical Ryan!

"Look who has arrived." A voice speaks from the front. I look ahead and notice the three girls, who seem to abnor my existence in this competition, walking towards me with smirks plastered on their faces. I stop in my tracks and wait for them to approach me.

raking her eyes all over body as if searching for something. The

Everywhere I go, I have to deal with

you?" I ask calmly, carefully even though my mind is screaming for me to do the exact opposite. What I really want to do right now is beat them up mercilessly and get them out of my way, but we all know where that

Disqualification.

me disqualified from this competition. They will see me

your rank during the

ask, chuckling lightly. "Am I not allowed to feel happy when I emerge victorious during

asks and scoffs. "Is that what you tell

the judges lame and incompetent for ranking a mediocre design

why you got that position

if I'm

know what's on their mind. What they believe is that Alpha Reagan has pulled strings for me in this competition,

a vile accusation against the Alpha without concrete evidence to back it up is nothing but a suicide mission. They know better

second position.

seem to

you?" I chuckle lightly. "You whose design was labeled an eyesore by Mr. James? You've got to be kidding me!" My eyes never leave her face as I smile at her.

to punch me, she'd lose some

round of the competition, I guarantee you that you'll be going home

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