"How the hell do you manage to do that!?" I stare at the ripped tutu in horror.

"I don’t know!" Kitty exclaims. "It just happened, okay? Look — I’m on in twenty and you have to fix this!"

Good Lord I regret coming back to this uni. I’m not even part of it again and I hate it all over again.

"This is why I dropped out. Take it off," I order.

The blonde just looks at me like she didn’t hear me.

"What are you waiting for? Take it off!"

She blinks. "Oh yes, right." She quickly slips the skirt off before handing it to me.

"Stay here."

I go further into the set and grab another white tutu. I walk back and hand it to her.

Kitty looks at me in shock. "You had one this whole time? And you still decided to get all mad with me?"

"You can wear the ripped one if you want."

Her eyes widen. "No, no!" She wears it. "Of course you were mad. You deserved to be mad at me."

"Uh huh," I nod with crossed arms. "Yeah. Okay. Just get back onto the stage."

"Thanks, Naf!" Kitty thanks before dancing back onto the stage.

I cringe at the name.

Remind me never to go back to a uni even if they pay me good money.

(Mc is a side character from my WIP)