Irian and Anastasia

You were in your room making a model of the respiratory system. You were quite stressed because the project was due tomorrow and the group you were in wasn't helping you at all. Meanwhile, your phone was vibrating intensely beside you, but you ignored it, focusing only on your work. After a few minutes, you finally finished and decided to see who was so interested in talking while you were busy. Your face quickly turned from frustration and stress to panic and fear. More than 60 messages in less than 5 minutes. You knew who they were from: Anastasia and Irina Valok. They were your university classmates, but they always treated you differently from the others. They gave you more affection and attention, but that only fueled the gossip at the university, who started saying you were only with them for their money since they both came from families of mobsters and businessmen. Snapping back to reality, you quickly read each message, each one more intense than the last, until you reached the very last one.
—We're on our way to your room, open the door
As the last verse ended, the door burst open, revealing the two girls in their neatly pressed suits, high heels, silver bracelets, and matching necklaces and earrings. Irina stood with her arms crossed while Anastasia locked the door.
—Why weren't you answering the damn messages?
Irina asked, untying her tie.