Peach Potters High

7.

"You have twenty minutes to present what you can come up with. You may begin!"

The running of pedal on the sewing machine is the only thing to be heard, as we all begin with our twenty minutes project of creating an outfit with pieces of various materials.

I pick a chiffon piece after cutting it out into the accustomed size, as I begin to sew the upper cut of it. I pick out another material made of silk with prints on them, using it to sew the lower cut of the shirt, before going back with a chiffon material for the long sleeves.

I put on some dark blue buttons to comprehend with the prints on the silk material, and produce a curved collar to it.

Mr jean explained that it doesn't have to be a full attire, whereby we can make a one piece ready to wear clothing.

"You done?" Chloe turns to me.

"Yeah, just to do this.... And I'm... Done. Yeah I'm done." I reply Chloe, looking down at her ready to wear floral print gown.

Mr jean furthered explained that you and your partner are to create a clothing, different from one another, it could be a khaki pants, shorts, shirt or anything creative, but there must be a similarity between you and your partner, which is what chloe and I have, by using the silk material.

"Times up!" Mr jean hits the table lightly with his pen. Chloe and I smile at each other as we have finished ours.

Today is Thursday. The rest of the previous days went by busying myself into studying fashion, and Chloe being there to help and show me out.

She has really been a great friend, and I'm thankful for that. Alicia and I have been talking but the both of us have been in an hectic schedule that it's hard to catch up that much.

Since the day Issac met me at the library I haven't seen him much not to talk with him. No, it's not like I miss him, I don't... It's just the way he left, as he said he left me intrigued to get to know more about him.

Thinking maybe if he isn't a spoilt brat like I thought.

"Timing is everything. Setting a particular time to get something done is what makes you wanted, but what else combines properly with timing?  Determination.

"Once you are not determined to do a certain thing, you would find yourself slipping out of time, and then complain that time is never enough, or time runs too fast.

"So, if you all want to be successful fashion designers in the future, then you all would need to take those two  words into action." Mr jean continues.

"With that said. Let's see what you all designed." His serious expression now replaced with a smile, as we all get up batch by batch. The reason for partners is for you to be able to try out your design on your partner while your partner does the same.

Every group begins to showcase their designs, as the first group goes for a rubber thigh pants and a chiffon scarf. The second going for, a khaki pants and a jean belt, and so on till the last group before us comes up with a cotton skirt and a tank top made of  flannel material.

Chloe and I present our attire, as I put on the floral dress chole made while she puts on mine. We get out of the restroom going to display our designs.

The floral dress draping nicely on my body, as it reaches my ankle, while the chiffon top I made is worn over Chloe school skirt as the floral parts is crossed and folded to form a tie at the side.

"Now this is chic," Mr jean says prolonging his French accent, bring a smile to our lips. "A little more training and adjustments here and there, and it'll be perfect," he adds, making us giggle in happiness.

"Thank you sir." we tell him unison.

"You all have presented beautiful designs and I'm proud of that, because I see you all have genius and creative minds, which is key in the fashion world. Take the clothings home, they're all yours!" Mr jeans says as the whole class beams in excitement.

Well that wasn't so bad.

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"Hey,"

"Hey, you're back,"

"Yeah, and you're already here," I chuckle lightly.

"Yeah, I had to sort my wardrobe back to normal," Alicia says putting the last of her clothes that are on the bed. "What about Chloe and Daisy?" she asks.

"They said they have to see principal Jones regarding a class they have together," I tell her.

"Oh okay. So what's up with you?" she asks me.

"Um... Just there, the normal and all," I chuckle lightly, as she smiles.

"come on," Alicia pats the side of her bed, gesturing me to join her, as I drop my bag and pull out my shoe before plumpling beside her. "And how is Mr Issac?" she asks me with a smirk on her lips.

"Mr Issac?" I ask with a huge expression on my face.

"Yeah, that boy, the boy that I don't like," she waves her hand in the air trying to describe better as I chuckle.

"You mean Issac king?"

"Oh that's his name, yeah... Yeah, him. How is he?" she asks again.

"How should I know!" I laugh hysterically. "I don't care," I lie to her and also to my self.

Oh I do care.

Maybe.

Not entirely much though.

"Oh my God Demi you're blushing, stop lying," Alicia bursts into laughter.

"What? No I'm not," I touch my cheeks. "I'm not blushing," I say again, trying to convince myself.

"You like him," Alicia states.

"What? Nooo, I don't," I tell her as she doesn't say a word but looks at me suspiciously.  "I swear Alicia, I don't like him, at least not that way." I tell her. "He's just kind of there. Okay I can say I like him but just like the way I like Patrick and Jennifer from basic biology," I tell her.

"Are you sure? Because if you do, I have no problem with that, just because I don't like him doesn't mean you can't let your heart beat if it does fall for him," Alicia says.

"No, I mean it A, I don't like him that way, maybe intrigued but nothing more than that," I tell her honestly this time.

"Alright, if you say so." she says with a smile.

"Yes I say so," I confirm my statement, as we stay silent for a while. Alicia adjusts her sitting, as she places her head on my lap while I play with her thin auburn strands.

"You know, you haven't exactly told me why you were really mad the other day, about that video," I say as she stays quiet.

"I'm supposed to mad Demi, because of the video," she finally says.

"Yeah I know that, and I was too, but I can't help but feel it was more than that." I stroke her hair. "I'm not asking you to tell me now, or tell me at all, if you don't want to, I just want you to be fine," Alicia stays silent again, as she sighs lightly.

"Living in Korea, reputation is everything to my parents, even before I came here. My father doesn't support my coming to this school, because as much as I hate to say it, he is not the biggest fan of black people.

It was a struggle and somewhat tug of war before I was able to come here, that is with the help of my mother. My father thinks he can give me the best of education, which does not include coming to a far away country to school, and most especially the ones having black people. No offense Demica, I'm just trying to explain," Alicia sits her head, looking at me.

"No it's fine. I'm listening," I smile genuinely at her.

"So far so good, I came here without his permission, because I couldn't let him keep on deciding everything in my life. I want to study what I want and I don't care about the school I go to and I never would, if he had only let me study what I want without making me prove stubborn.

Since I came here I haven't heard anything from him, and when that video went up, I got scared, scared of myself, that my father's words were coming right, with me disgracing myself. That's why when I saw that video it was just as though his words were ringing in my ear about how much of a disgrace I am to the family."  she stops.

"I am so sorry Alicia, I didn't know that it was this way, if I did I never would have suggested..."

"Oh please Demica, don't do that, don't apologize because it's not your fault, and as dumb and stupid that was, it made me really happy and smile that I am finally able to live my life and have fun with genuine friends,"

"Aww A, you're going to make me cry. I love you too," I look at her adoringly, as I put my body on her, hugging her.

"Okay okay, that's enough now, Demi Lovato," she says as we both chuckle.

"But, I'm sincerely sorry that happened to you. I know it's not my fault, but it's the only thing I can do or say right now." I tell her.

"I know and I appreciate it. I love you too Demica," she holds my hand tight.

"Holy freaking tomatoes, did you just say you love me back?" my eyes bulge out as Alicia chuckles loudly.

"Don't let it get to your head Spongebob," she teases as I laugh loudly.

"Oh I won't Patrick," I tease back making us giggle. We stay quiet, just enjoying each others company, as I practically think of nothing other than my own parents.

I'm glad that my parents never made me feel that way. They never made me feel like I had no choice, and had to do everything with their opinion, I'm glad that they let me live my life and become who I really am.

Thank you mom and dad.

Just like they say, you never know what you really have, until you see others or loose it. And I'm thankful I didn't have to loose my parents in order to appreciate them.

"Hey Demi," Alicia breaks me from my trance.

"Yeah?"

"Want to do something fun?" she asks me as a huge grin begins growing on my lips.

"Hell yeah!" I say with excitement as we get up from the bed. "Wait, what are we doing exactly?"

"We're going to prank people in the school," she says wiggling her eyebrows.

"How?"

"With calls, we're going to prank call them, telling them they made an order, in which it has already been shipped and ready for distribution," Alicia says making me chuckle.

"That's sounds really good, but how are we going to get random numbers of students?"

"That's the perk of having Diasy as a roommate. I know where she keeps all the contact list of every student," Alicia tells me, as I stare in disbelief not understanding this situation at all.

She goes to Daisy's book shelf, picking one of the books and coming back to me after taking her phone.

Alicia opens the book and my mouth hangs open. "What is she doing with these amount of numbers?"

"Oh... She said she's starting a new group and practically asked for half of the schools contact from them directly,"

"And they willing gave her?"

"Yeah, of course, when she told them that it would be a group where they protest about less evening prep," Alicia answers and I find myself chuckling hard.

Of course.

"Let's start with this one," she points at a number, with the name Austin greyson. "We'll take it turn by turn," she tells me.

"What? What am I supposed to say?" Alicia doesn't respond to me, only grinning like a child before putting the phone on speaker as it begins to ring.

Oh God!

And they say I'm the trouble maker.

"Hello," he picks, as my lips press in a thin line to avoid laughing my a*s off.

"Hello, am I speaking with Austin Grayson?" Alicia's tone changs into one of a professional as she speaks.

"Yeah?"

"I'm Delilah by name, calling from ship and trade. I'm pleased to inform you that we have your package ready,"

"Package? What package? I didn't order anything," The poor guy says on the phone.

"It says here, a maternity gown,"

"A maternity gown? I didn't order for such. I'm sorry you have the wrong number." Austin says loudly. "Why would I need a maternity gown?" He mutters lowly under his breath not knowing we heard.

"I don't know Mr Grayson, maybe for your pregnant wife?" Alicia adds and I almost pee in my pants. Alicia being the trouble maker, of course makes him notice.

"What? I don't have a wife, to the extent of being pregnant. I'm sorry I think you have the wrong number," he says again.

"No Mr Grayson, I'm not sure I do because it says here Austin grayson and you bare record to that along with your number," Alicia continues to tease.

"Yeah maybe there was a mistake somewhere with the number, there are many Austin...."

"No it's you Mr Grayson, you're the one that ordered for the maternity gown," I press my hand over my mouth to cover my laughter, as Alicia accuses the boy guy.

"Are you accusing me of something I didn't do?  I said I didn't order no maternity gown!"

"Mr Grayson calm down, you ordered a maternity gown and your going to have to come and pick it up," Alicia pretends to be serious.

"God! Don't you hear me? I said I didn't order no gown.... What kind of customer service are you?"

"Oh a very good one Mr Grayson, and one that knows how to do her job properly," I almost bite my tongue as I begin to hold my lips with my teeth to avoid bursting out in laughter.

Alicia!!!

"Oh my God! Oh my God! I didn't order any gown, just leave me alone," and with that he cuts off the phone as we fall to the floor laughing our lungs out.

"Oh my goodness Alicia, you... Oh my God," I keep on laughing.

"I wish we had seen his face," we laugh harder. "Okay your turn,"

And that how we keep on pranking people, when we almost got caught with Alicia almost spilling out her laughs, after I told a guy that he should pick up his set of s*x toys.

"I can't, I can't do this," I say.

"It's just for fun Demi, are you scared he's going to recognize you?" Alicia says as I fumble with my phone.

"Yeah that and... I'm nervous," I tell her.

"Don't be nervous because he won't even know it's you. You just have to change your voice,"

I sigh, as I look down at the phone in my hand, thinking about what I'm about to do.

Well it wouldn't hurt to have some fun right?

I pick up the phone as I dial the number in the book, naming Issac king. Alicia gives me a reassuring look, as it rings.

"Hello," and his lullabic voice come through.

"Hello, I'm Veronica from ship and trade, am I speaking with Issac king?" I stare at Alicia, after enhancing my voice.

"Yeah?"

"I'm calling to inform you that your pack of....... "

"Demica!!!!!" I get cut off, as I glance at the door revealing Chloe and Daisy yelling my name, as I turn back to look at Alicia with bulging eyes staring in horror.

Oh my God!

"Demica?" Issac's voice comes through from the phone as I throw the phone on the bed in fear, as Alicia picks it up and hangs up.

Oh s**t!

How do I get out of this now?