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u call Kristy's mom "mama" bc shes a mother figure to u :D

"Stacey doesn't know what she's doing," shouted Kristy. I glared at her and clenched my jaw.

"She's my BEST friend, she's confident in what she's doing! She doesn't boss around people like YOU do!" I retaliated.

Kristy stepped back from me in anger and she spoke through her teeth, "You're acting so childish, Y/N/N."

I threw my hands in the air and yelled, "You do NOT have the right to call me Y/N/N if you're gonna act like this, I don't fucking like i-"

"Y/N. May I talk to you," Ms. Thomas asked as she opened the door. I chewed on my lip nervously as I stepped outside K's room. Ms. Thomas closed the door and looked at me with concern in her eyes. "What's going on, baby?"

I shrugged and looked down at my feet. "I dunno... K thinks Stace isn't good enough for our club, but the rest of us love her. It just hurts me to think that she thinks so low of Stace."

Kristy's mum held my hand and gave me a motherly look of care. "Let me talk to her," she finally said.

I shook my head. "It's nothing we can fix. She's an independent woman or whatever so she won't listen. I've tried, mama, trust me, it won't work."

Ms. Thomas pushed me back in the room and pulled K out for a moment. She returned with her head hung and she looked up at me. "Y/N... I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to be so rude, my words just kinda came out," Kristy mumbled.

I reached for both of her hands as I gazed into her beautiful eyes. "It's okay, love... But can we work on communicating better and more often so we can avoid these kinda things?" Kristy nodded and wiped her face.

"Of course."