a cactus and a lily find a common pot to grow - trixya

Chapter 11: Part 4 - i'll wear my third degrees and my heart upon my sleeve

When Trixie gets home, later that day, she is still slightly catatonic. She doesn't get out of the car immediately, but instead rests her head on the steering wheel for ten minutes and tries not to think about how much her head hurts. She had, up until this point, considered Katya some kind of bold bitch who is not afraid to say what she means and will very likely punch you in the face for no reason other than she just feels like it.

Apparently, she was wrong. Katya is just a dork with really bad timing, she learned. Ugh. Why does she have to look so good while making an absolute fool out of herself, though?

Trixie slowly, very slowly, gets out of her orange SUV and drags her Louis Vuitton along with her, kicking her heels off as soon as she steps on the concrete floor in front of her garage. Her feet hurt like a bitch and if she were half as bold as Katya she would wear flats to work. She wants to, but she knows herself way too well to know she wouldn't dare. The only flats she owns are either workout shoes or summer sandals - other than that, all of her shoes are at least 3 inches tall, but she lives for her designer sky-high stilettos. Beauty is pain, after all. A pain in the ass, that is.

She unlocks the door trying to balance both her shoes and her files in her arms but drops everything to the floor as soon as she enters the house. The polished wooden floor is now a mess of sheets and pens. She grunts and throws herself down on the couch, which she bought only a few months ago and right now it feels like the best decision she has ever made in her entire lifetime, leaving Ian included. Nothing tops a good couch, absolutely nothing. There, she naps unintentionally for about seven minutes and when she wakes up her head hurts even more. Trixie hates the end of the semester.

To: Kim

Do u wanna come over to watch tv and eat pizza and drink a lot of wine

From: Kim

Trixie it's wednesday

To: Kim

So?

From: Kim

So that Chinese is cheaper today. I'll be there in 20 and I'm bringing the wine

Said and done, Kim arrived with a bottle of cheap supermarket wine and Trixie has already changed into her pajamas, gathered all of the paper mess she made before and ordered their food, which arrives fifteen minutes later. John is the delivery boy, again. How many jobs does this guy have?

"You're not okay, are you?" Kim dares to ask, even though she already knows the answer. Trixie is sitting on a stool and has her head down on the counter.

"No," she answers as Kim looks for wine glasses. Trixie lifts her head. "Katya asked me out."

Kim shuts the cupboard door way too fast as she turns to face her. "Oh, my God, you have a date!" She smiles wide and raises her arms in celebration.

"No, I don't," Trixie says as she watches Kim's expression change not so swiftly. "I said no."

"You did what?" Her friend asks, setting down the wine glasses. Trixie did suggest they used plastic cups but Kim said it would be too ratchet, even for her, which definitely made her frown thinking about how did she let herself get so down that she thought drinking supermarket wine on a Red Solo cup would be okay. Once again, Trixie hates the end of the semester.

"I told her it was obviously not the right time, that we have to wait at least until the musical is over because until then I will need all of my time and energy," Trixie replies. "Which, by the way, I don't have a lot of at the moment."