experimental; trixya

fifteen

secrets don't keep secret for long.

trixie walked down the halls the next week at school and noticed people were starting at her. "hey dyke." said one of her cheerleaders. "what?" trixie asked taken-a-back. "we know about you and katya." another cheerleader said. "i-uh...how?" she asked. "everyone does, you went on a date to the coffee house." she got as a reply. she was then shown a picture of her katya cosying up at the table they had sat at.

trixie didn't stay to hear what they had to stay. she ran to the nearest toilet and locked herself in it.

katya arrived at school and felt people looking at her aswell. violet just told her to ignore it but she couldn't help but overhear people talking about her and trixie. they walked to katyas locker in silence.

"violet you swore not to tell anyone." katya hissed, as she got some books out. "i swear i didn't." violet said. "how the fuck does everyone know then?" katya asked. "maybe this picture?" violet said and showed katya the picture. "what the fuck so someone stalked us." katya said frustrated. "it looks that way." violet said.

katya needed to find trixie, she needed to talk to her, she needed to make sure the girl was okay. trixie had never experienced homophobia so coming to school and having abuse thrown at her was a shock. katya knew this, she knew trixie would be freaking out about her reputation and her place as cheer captain.

it was as if trixie read her mind. she got a text saying "maths toilets. now." katya left violet with no explanation and ran to the maths department.

what is everyone's favourite lipsync for your life/legacy? mine is either pound the alarm or shut up and drive