Authors note: I have no clue how long to make these chapters so this one may be kinda long! I hope you enjoy <3
*TRIXIE'S POV*
It was, of course, a gorgeous sunny Monday morning in the heart of southern California. I, Tracy, or as my friends call me "Trixie", Mattel woke up particularly early this morning, it was my first day at RuPaul's public all girls high school!
I sat down at my vanity and attempted to brush out my always tangled, curly, golden blonde hair and tried to remain calm. I had spent my freshman year at a small private school in Milwaukee, but I moved to California for my sophomore year because mom believed that we needed a "fresh start".
I put finishing touches on my makeup, smoothed out my knee-length pastel pink dress, grabbed my backpack and headed out to the bus.
Surprisingly, my bus ride was really relaxing. I sat alone on the second row, listening to my music and staring out the window. I tried to focus on getting lost in the lyrics of my Dolly Parton song instead of focusing on my nerves. As my bus suddenly stopped and the doors swung open, I was quickly pulled out of my daydreams and joined the swarm of kids headed in.
The huge swarm eventually split into lines as I neared the front I saw everyone receiving their schedules! An older lady with an angry face shoved a small piece of pink paper at me.
"T-thank you!" I stuttered in a small voice clutching the schedule and getting out of the way.
Block one: ART [room one]
Block two: ENGLISH [room 34]
Block three: GEOMETRY [room 51]
Block four: P.E [in the gym]
At least it seemed like I had an easy schedule! I released a sigh of relief and started off towards the art room, focusing on the annoying click of my high heels.
*KATYA'S POV*
It was my first day of my first block in my sophomore year. Art class. I stood near the corner, trying hard not to be noticed. I never really seeked attention. Although as I saw the new girl float into the room, I realized why they say that opposites attract. She was gorgeous. She had bouncy,curly blonde hair, glittery makeup that reflected the dreadful fluorescent lights, and long thick legs. She looked like one of those "Collectible Barbies" that no one ever took out of its perfect packaging.
As I noticed her glance in my direction, I quickly put on my well-rehearsed poker face and looked nonchalantly looked out the window.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watched
Barbie waltz up to this girl BenDelaCreme.
I looked back out the window and zoned out until our teacher shouted for us to find an art partner.
I made my way over to a small table and sat down. Friends sat with friends, I figured I'd be the odd one out, but that was okay with me. There was only one other person without a partner... Barbie. "Miss Mattel?" Our teacher called out.
"Could you go sit with Miss Zamolodchickova over there?"
Barbie timidly is walked over to me and thank god for my 47 layers of foundation or I would be blushing like crazy.
"Привет красивая кукла. Как вас зовут?"
(hello beautiful doll! how are you?)
"I... I don't speak... Russian?" She said quietly, oh god even her voice was beautiful. "B-but it's nice to meet you my name is Tracy... but you can call me Trixie!"
"My name is Yekatrina Petrovna Zamolodchickova. But you can call me Katya." I said with a confident smile, even though my stomach felt like a butterfly garden.
*TRIXIE'S POV*
I approached my new art partner's desk. She was pretty, but in an unconventional manner. She had a leather jacket, a smoky eye, and bright red painted lips. She seemed a bit cold and scary, yet something about it was alluring. Like it seemed like she might try to drink your blood if you look at her wrong... but it'd be cute, you know? As soon as I got there she started speaking in what sounded like gibberish. Was she a foreign exchange student?
"I'm sorry," I apologized, "I don't speak... Russian?" Apparently I guessed right as her face lit up with a beautiful pearly white smile.
"I'm Tracy... but you can call me Trixie!"
"My name is..." Well I cant remember her full name, what I do remember is that her name is Katya, she had a beautiful accent, and... oh yeah... I'm in love.
The rest of the class period was a blur, the teacher droned on F O R E V E R. Every now and then I could feel Katya glance at me and look away, then I'd glance at her and look away... it was like a game! A really awkward, uncomfortable game. As the bell rang, I tossed my cute, pastel yellow bookbag over my shoulder, shot my new friend, Katya a smile, and headed off to English.
* KATYA'S POV*
My day passed by so slowly after first block, I couldn't stop thinking about Barbie... I mean... Trixie! The way her hair bounced when she laughed, and how she smelled like a candy shop, and just how perfect and beautiful she is. She made me feel things I just couldn't put into words, and considering I'm a word person, that's absolutely farcical!
"You've met her once." I thought to myself. "And besides, love at first sight has been proven to be a myth. You hardly know her."
Fourth block approached. P. E. I absolutely despise PE. I like arts and literature I'd rather not run laps and sweat.
As I walked into the large gym, I saw her again... it was Barbie. From across the room her face lit up. Ugh I hate how much I love her.
The next time I saw Barbie, she wore pink velour short shorts, a white t-shirt that slipped off one shoulder and revealed one strap of the lacy bra underneath. Her hair was tied in a messy bun on top of her head. My ratty Aerosmith t-shirt and ripped leggings looked even more hobo like next to her.
"красивая кукла, вы снова ошеломляете, привет." (Beautiful doll, you are, again, stunning.) I told her, meaning every word yet knowing she wouldn't know what I said.
*TRIXIE'S POV*
After PE was over (which I have with Katya, yay!), she walked me out to the bus, to have just met this morning we talked as if we'd been best friends for years.
"What bus do you ride?" Katya asked me... I couldn't help taking a second to appreciate how she rolled her R's, it was so beautiful but so natural! I snapped out of it and answered "Bus 32!"
"That's the same bus I ride!" She responded!
*KATYA'S POV*
Sadly enough, our bus ride seemed really short. We chatted about our day, although mine seemed long and boring without her in it, when finally we pulled up to my house.
"до свидания красивой куклы!" (Goodbye beautiful doll!) I said with a smile, a few minutes later I saw her get out at the house beside me. I smiled to myself and headed upstairs.
"Until tomorrow, Barbie. Until tomorrow."
