“if you try to discredit me, my hard work, and my talent one more time, we’re going to have a fucking fist fight on our hands, izumi,” rhiann threatened, looking down her nose at izumi with her jaw clenched. this bitch pushed her around all the time, and now she’d gone too far. “i know you think you’re hot shit because you were a big deal in compass, but news flash– you being the only pre-pubescent girl with a voice developed enough doesn’t impress me. your fucking entitlement is based on a group that kicked you out, and that most of the people in south korea only know about because they love rosie so much that they went back and went digging. you’re not hot shit– you’re just a bitch grasping at the last dregs of power she has left, and it’s going to be gone soon. i have a great voice, and i worked hard for it. i work hard for my aesthetic. being picked for polaris is an achievement, and i’m not going to have a bitter hoe like you trying to minimize what i’ve accomplished.”
“threatening harm on me, rhiann? how very western of you,” iz answered haughtily. this girl was a thug, with no right to be in a girl group, if you asked izumi. she didn’t have the right attitude. “i graduated, i was not kicked out. had i wanted to stay, they would have made an exception,” izumi assured her. “when i get picked and vega’s leader, i do hope you show a little more respect. this attitude is not one i will entertain for long.”