cherry // trixya

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Fuck. That was the only word in my head I could think of. Fuck. It was a new school, a private, all-girls boarding school, where all the juniors had to be transferred from their high schools into a massive school to complete their last years of high school. Most of the girls from my high school had stayed together through the transfer, though my closest friends, Ginger, Jasmine and Max, had all stayed there while I made the jump into five years of femme. Sharon and I stayed together, though, so we could fight the fight together. We both knew nobody except for each other and Adore, Dela, Ivy, Jinkx and Naomi, a few acquaintances, but none of them as close as me and Sharon, so it really fucking hurt when Sharon and I were put into different classes. She had Dela and Ivy, and I had Adore. Adore and I had a past friendship, so I guess it wasn't that bad. We were given the directions to our homeroom, a classroom right by the back entrance of the school that was 'forbidden' unless there was a shooting or a fire alarm. It was in the very corner of the main building, and almost directly opposite to my locker, which was a plus. Adore and I trickled in among a stream of a few other girls who were fashionably late, but we stuck out like two sore thumbs. Adore had always dressed like she was part of a race she most definitely was not apart of, and I just tried to find the darkest clothing I owned, which wasn't difficult, and my cherry red lipstick. Imagine a gangster and a goth in a room of gorgeous supermodels, and that was out homeroom class.

Adore and I found a place to sit at a table with three girls already seated there. Two of them were chatting about anything and everything, and the other was gazing at two others standing around, clearly being left out of the group.

So many beautiful girls in one room really made my heart beat faster and faster. Only Ginger, Max and Sharon actually knew it, but I wasn't fully straight. I had always been interested in both Jacob Black and Bella Swan, and for most of my life, I didn't even know I was allowed to be. I was just worried as to what Adore would say, as she was strictly boy- crazy and extremely judgemental from what I had picked up from the few years of being friends with her. It was a relief to find out that Sharon was gay, so I wasn't completely alone in this whole thing.

My thoughts were interrupted as a young but bald man wearing a navy blue vest and a striped tie sauntered into the room and sat down at the desk towards the front.

"Hi girls, I'm Mr Rice, your homeroom teacher for the next few years, uuh, it's nice to see you ladies this morning..."

"I hope he doesn't perv on any of us," Adore whispered into my ear, moving my attention from the teacher onto her.

"Shut up, he seems nice."

"You won't be saying that when he yanks you into his van at the end of the day and drives away, neither of you to be seen again." Adore snickered and I elbowed her hard in her ribs. One of the girls at my table shot around and death stared both of us, which I tried to return with an intimidating look. Mr Rice was still talking during this whole ordeal.

"A good bunch of you won't know each other, so introduce yourselves and talk between one another so I can have time to sort out what we're actually doing today."

The girl who had death stared us was Jade, Jade Jolie. She was blonde, small and her mouth never seemed to stop moving. Her friend she was gossiping to was Coco Montrese. They both told us pretty much their entire life story while the rest of us just pretended to listen. The other girl's name was Roxxxy Andrews.

"I'm friends with Detox and Alyssa over there, but they said I couldn't sit with them today, so, yeah. My best friend Alaska is in another class, so I pretty much have no one, haha."

"Tragic," Adore muttered, and thankfully Roxxxy didn't exactly hear. Adore continued, "My name is Adore Delano, I'm 16 years old, and I'm a fucking Libra."

Then the attention moved on to me. I put on my most impressive Russian accent, the one my Dad still has but I grew out of once we migrated to the states when I was six.

"Hello sluts, my name is Yekaterina Petrovna Zamolodchikova, but you can just call me Katya."

"Y- you're Spanish?" Jade asked, mouth open with a dumb bitch look on her face.

"From Russia, my sweet, with love," I replied, returning back to my run-of-the-mill American accent.

We just made awkward banter from that point forward. Well, the rest of the girls did, as my eye had caught on two fucking hot girls. One was petite, raven haired, and drop dead gorgeous. I almost didn't have any words for her, she was just so breathtakingly beautiful. She was dressed in a tartan jumpsuit that she some how managed to pull off flawlessly, and a cute matching hat. She was perfect. I was almost obsessed. The other girl next to her was less drop dead gorgeous, but probably the cutest person I'd ever seen, still. She was curvy, bright pink hair, yellow pinafore dress and white shirt, white glasses circling her eyes, glossy, strawberry pink lips. They were both so different, to each other and also to me. They both completely took my breath away, quite literally. I need a fucking cigarette. And I need to know their name.

"Tracy Martel?" The strawberry pink girl cringed and looked up at the mis-mention of her name.

"Trixie Mattel, sir." She looked down at her phone again, not interacting with any of our other class members.

"And... Violet Chachki?" Mr Rice guessed, looking at the girl sitting next to Trixie.

"Yes, that's me sir," the drop dead gorgeous girl confirmed, batting her eyelashes.

So those were their names. Trixie and Violet. Katya Mattel. Katya Chachki? I was going too overboard with this. I just had to talk to them. Get in with them. Somehow, but I would find my way.

I kept on glancing at Trixie and Violet throughout the rest of the period; hopefully Adore didn't catch on to my staring. Finally, when the period was over and we all stood up to leave the class, I had the chance to introduce myself to my future wives. But you're a stone-cold loser. Nobody would want to be friends with you, let alone marry you, idiot. Stick with Adore. She's the only person who will make you feel accepted. The truth was, I could never agree with the voice in my head more. What made me think that I would actually have a shot talking to one of the girls of my dreams on my first day here. I tried to lock eyes with Violet, just for a second as she was walking out the door, just to make her aware of my existence, but I wasn't even able to note down the colour of her iris'. They just walked out the door with some new people, Valentina, Kameron and Eureka. What I wouldn't give to be one of them, talking and spending time with them. But I would find a way to.

A/N: This is kinda based on my high school but, for the record, the characters have nothing to do with anyone at my school for those tgc motherfuckers reading :)))