Serendipity- trixya

4: Principal's office

"Ah, hello Beatrice, please take a seat next to Katya".

Katya could visibly see the color draining from Trixie's face. The Russian could not help but smirk with pleasure at the blonde bombshell as her innocent facade fell apart in front of Katya as Trixie realized that she was not going to be alone with Mr. Charles. 

"Hello, Barbie", Katya said smugly, not bothering to wipe her grin off her face. She could not remember how, when, where, or why, she started referring to Trixie with a nickname, but she was pleased to know that a blush always arose on the doll's cheeks when Katya spoke to her.

"Um yes, right away sir. I'm sorry I didn't notice you, Katya", Trixie replied, ignoring the Russian's obvious smirk. She sat down in the chair and plastered on another brilliant smile, observing the principal awaiting some sort of explanation as to why she was there.

Katya could not help but feel deceived by Trixie's charm and elegance. In school, she has such a bad reputation that she gives Joan Jett a run for her money. Well, define bad, Katya reasoned. The Barbie had clearly made a name for herself by repeatedly calling herself a slut, even going so far as to flaunt it in her Instagram bio, writing "America's most infamous whore". Everyone envied her, and as far as Katya was concerned, Trixie loved it. The validation she sought was evident, and, although Katya admired her for keeping her head up and branding herself before anyone else got the chance to, she also prided herself in being one of the few people who did not fall at Trixie's feet. She was determined to win the silent war that had been going on between them since the beginning of term, and there was no other way out than the barbie surrendering. 

Now, sitting beside her, she found it hard to not be completely whipped by the doll. Trixie was her dream girl, as cliché as it may sound. Katya had dated many people in her days, even Violet for a while before deciding that girlfriends who spend all their time together gushing over their individual crushes, may just be platonic after all. But Trixie was different from anyone she had ever seen before. Katya would never admit it to herself, but she worshipped the doll. A perfect 50s housewife style combined with a shape that put Aphrodite to shame is the only way Katya had come to describe her. She is the kind of woman the Russian would sketch out in her notebooks when she had lost focus on whatever movie-set she was on at that moment. The kind of drawings clearly exaggerating the female body in a way that she did not think was possible to find in real life, but saw on Trixie. Seeing her in the library earlier that morning had been further confirmation that she needed to get laid judging by the dampness that had been created underneath her leather pants when Trixie had looked away and Katya had won the power, leaving her to make up several scenarios in her head about gaining dominance in a different setting.

The only thing standing in Katya's way of jumping the Barbie's bones as she sat next to her in the principal's office that chilly, rainy, fall morning, was the fact that she hated her. She hated Trixie Mattel with all of her gut. To be so incredibly privileged and to act like a brat expecting everyone to obey your every order was completely mindblowing to Katya. How could someone so beautiful have such an ugly heart? Granted, she had never really talked to the doll before, other than uttering a small 'hi' or 'can you pass me that paper, barbie?' during class. But regardless of that, Katya knew that her suspicions of Trixie being a spoiled brat would be confirmed the second she saw that innocent, charming, fake smile plastered on the doll's face as she greeted the principal. 

Currently, Trixie was curling a strand of hair with her finger as she waited for Mr. Charles to speak.

"Ladies, I'm sure you're wondering what brings you here today", he said, pushing his glasses up further on his nose. After earning a few nods from both of the students he continued.

"Beatrice as you know, your grades have plummeted from the beginning of term until now and you know that bringing down the average at our school will lead to detrimental consequences, meaning expulsion. Ms. Mattel, you're failing every class!".

Katya could not help but snicker and smirk at that, which earned her a look that could kill from the barbie. Yeah, whatever Mr. Charles' plan was, it was not going to be good. 

"Sir, I understand that I haven't been taking my academic studies very seriously recently, but I can assure you that it will be fine if you give me until the end of the year to-". 

"Beatrice listen to me. I will give you until the end of the year to bring your grades up. However, due to the severity of the situation, I have consulted with your father regarding this issue".

Katya could literally hear the breath hitch in Trixie's throat as Mr. Charles mentioned her dad. She felt bad for the barbie as she realized that their father-daughter relationship probably did not consist of pleasant dinners or 'I love you' texts.

"Starting next week Monday, Katya will be your tutor. Considering her grades are straight A's and you take all the same classes aside from language and literature studies, where Katya managed to achieve her merits in high school for that course, your father and I believe that this will be a great match. You will be seated next to each other in every class so that Beatrice stays on track. Of course, this will also have benefits for Katya since Mr. Mattel has offered to pay you for your service. Additionally, since coincidentally neither of you have roommates, you will be housing together starting Wednesday next week, so you have two days to pack up and everything. This was a firm request from your father and something that he will not budge on since he is determined that you graduate with a 4.0 GPA, his words, not mine. You can decide among yourselves whose apartment to move into and if you cannot decide we'll place you in a dormitory here at school. Is that understood?".

He looked so pleased with himself that one could think he had just solved the mystery behind Mona Lisa's smile. Katya's stomach had dropped and she could feel the color draining from her face. Similarly, Trixie had lost the polite smile and was now staring jaw-dropped at the principal with wide eyes.

"Sir with all due respect you cannot seriously expect me to move in with a stranger and tutor her? This seems like a human-rights violation!", Katya finally managed to say after the knowledge had been processed. She had completely lost her calm and smugness and was now boiling with rage at the absurdity of the situation.

"Yeah, I agree! I understand that my father is strict but I will not move in with some looser I don't know just because she's a nerd!", Trixie retorted. It was cheap, but Katya could feel herself wanting to punch the barbie next to her.

"That's rich coming from miss 'failing all her classes'. Seriously, Mr. Charles, you know her reputation. She'll be un-teachable! I wouldn't put it past her to ask for a bottle of vodka before every study session!".

"At least I have a fucking social life bitch! The only thing you do is sit in the library pondering and trying to find reasons to continue living!".

As the two students argued and bickered amongst themselves, coming up with any hurtful insults they could, Katya would not put it past the principal as he resigned right then and there. She could tell when looking at Trixie that this was the single most menacing thing that had ever happened to her. She looked like a wild animal ready to pounce on Katya at any second, and even though she had fantasized about Trixie jumping on her many times before, she realized that this was not the time nor place and that this situation had gotten out of hand. Glancing over at the principal, she almost felt bad when noticing that he almost looked afraid of the two girls in front of him. He had completely lost control of the conversation and now looked like he was on the verge of leaving the room. Katya realized that she had no other option but to agree, and, although she did not want to admit it to herself, a small part of her wanted to help Trixie out.

"Katya you are so-", Trixie started, again trying to come up with a new insult to push the argument further, but Katya interrupted her.

"You know what? Fine. I'll do it. But just let the record show that I'm only doing this for my own benefit and not hers. Also, I demand a two-bedroom apartment issued out by either the school or Trixie's father. Otherwise, I won't live with her. I need to find some sort of privacy now that you're forcing me to be joined at the hip with her. Well, have a nice day, I will be leaving now". 

And with that, she got up from the chair and slammed the door behind her not looking back.