“What do you suggest then?” Peggy is surprised by the bitter tone in her voice, but she cannot stand how Vivienne criticises their work after doing nothing herself. 

“We’ve got to be different,” She jumped to her feet, pacing the length of the classroom, the safety pins in her jumper jangling. “Fashion is about expression. That is what the judges are going to be looking for.  We need to say who we are in these clothes.”

“We are nothing alike, we are never going to be able to make a coherent design we all agree on that also shows who we are. You're going to want to plaster it with safety pins and Peggy with bright flowers.” Stated Attis. 

Peggy glanced at her own daisy embroidered cardigan and blush cargo jeans. She spent ages this morning digging out her matching earrings and necklaces, meanwhile Attis looked like he’d dressed in the dark.

But his one remark made Peggy feel like a five year old trying to play with the big kids. 

“There’s nothing wrong with liking bright colours.” Crossing her arms Peggy mimicked his stance and glared at him. 

Being around Attis and Vivienne made glaring infectious. 

“This isn’t helping.” Vivienne threw her hands in the air. “You guys are going to lose me this money.” 

“You're acting like we are actively trying to sabotage you-” Attis snapped. 

“With your family history I wouldn’t put it past you.” 

“Don’t talk about my family.” 

Attis stood.

His chair clattered to the ground. Hands balled into fists he stared at Vivienne, daring her to say something. He towered over the desk and Vivienne, his usual slumped shoulders raised like the hackles of a wolf. 

Peggy shrank away from him.

“Aw, did I upset you? Do you want to call your mummy and tell her I was being mean to you?” Laughing, Vivienne brushed past him to sit on the desk beside Peggy. 

“Fuck you Vivienne.” 

Attis stormed out.