Please Call Me Yours(Trixya)

Chapter 1:White washed jeans

Trixie's POV
*This chapter got deleted got some freaking reason. It is the same as When it was first published soo yep*

It has been two years. Two whole years since Katya walked away from me and said goodbye. I was now a senior in high school and didn't really care. It was the middle of the school year and I just wanted it to end. I had given up on cheer and gave up on trying with my grades. Not that it mattered though, I still had the highest grades in my class. Not hard when half of the class is nothing but morons. I didn't hang out with my friends or did much of anything really. Only person I really spent time with was Milk. We started 'dating' the night Katya and I ended whatever it was that we were. Kim and Shea thought it was weird that Milk was right there but I didn't care. Today was Friday, I hated Fridays now. They were the worst, I couldn't be happy on Friday. I wasn't happy at all but that was all fine. I walked through the hallways of school with my headphones in. I felt someone tap me, I turned around to see Kim. "Oh hey Kim."

"God damn Trix, I've been texting you all night."

"Sorry, I had my phone turned off last night." Kim rolled her eyes at me and sighed.

"Are you coming with Shea and I to go dress shopping for Prom?"

"I told you guys, I'm not going."

"Why the hell not?"

"Because I don't want to. Milk won't even be in town so I can't go with anyone."

"We can go as a group."

"Oh please, Shea is going with Sasha and you are going with Naomi. I don't want to be a fifth wheel, so no thanks." I walked away from Kim, leaving her in the middle of the hall. I walked to my locker and put my books away as the lunch bell rang. I didn't eat in the lunch room, it was too loud in there half of the time. Instead of going to lunch, I walked to the tree out by the football field. It was the only thing that I could do that reminded me of Katya. As I walked to the tree, I passed by the parking lot. My heart skipped a small beat as I saw a motorcycle that looked a little too familiar. I shook my head at the thought of it being Katya. She had went back to Russia last I heard, there was no way it was her. But my heart found its way in my throat when I saw a blonde with familiar red lips and blue eyes. Katya. I walked to the tree and hid behind it. "Katya? Why is she here?" I groaned as I sank down to the ground. I peeked from behind the tree and watched as she scrolled through her phone. She was wearing white washed jeans and a black crop top. She had added more tattoos in the two years of her being gone. No one had heard from her at all. She stopped talking to my brother shortly after her leaving. I sighed and leaned back against the tree. I could feel the overwhelming need to cry. I held my stomach as I closed my eyes. I felt tears swell up in my eyes. I heard footsteps in the grass but didn't care.

"Oh, I um I didn't know anyone was here." The voice talking made the tears finally fall. I opened my eyes to see Katya standing in front of me.

"Hi."

"Hey, I'm gonna go."

"No!" Katya turned and looked at me. "I mean, please don't go." Katya looked unsure but slowly sat down. "I, I like your hair."

"Thanks, I like yours. The pink was too much?"

"I got tired of it." Katya chuckled and my heart hurt at the sound. I missed it oh so much. "So how are you?"

"I'm alright. Came to look at the gym."

"Wait, why?"

"I am a painter now. I'm decorating it for prom and painting a mural inside."

"That is cool. How did they get you to do that?"

"Well since my mom works here now, it is the least I could do after being gone for two years."

"How was that?"

"It was as good as expected. I moved in with my dedushka i babushka."

"Dedu...?"

"Grandparents."

"Ah, okay. Well, um how was that?"

"It was nice." Katya looked at the clouds and sighed. "It was really nice. I finished school while I was there and just lived. I didn't talk to anyone back here for a few months."

"Yeah, your parents freaked out. Called everyone they had ever seen you hang out with."

"I just needed a bit of time."

"Two years is a lotta time." Katya looked at me with a small smile.

"Yeah, I guess it is isn't it? I don't regret it though. I lived while I was there and it was great." There was a bit of sadness while I listened to Katya. She sounds so sad to be back, she really didn't miss me at all. "So what has been happening with you? How have you been?"

"Um, nothing much. Just school and work. Well, not work really."

"What do you mean?"

"I sing every night at a club on the other side of town down by the lake."

"That sounds great."

"Yeah, it is more for fun. An outlet?"

"That is really good. How is cheer?"

"Oh, I don't cheer anymore."

"Why's that?"

"Just didn't feel up to it anymore."

"Oh, I understand." Katya looked down at her phone and cursed under her breathe. "Hey, I have to go. It was nice talking to you Trixie." Katya got up and walked off towards the back of the school. I took a deep breathe and put my head in my hands. My stomach turned in pain as that night two years ago played in my head. Played in my head with every detail. The talk. Me leaving without talking to her. The kiss with Milk. And then Katya leaving, and me never seeing her again until now. The pain that made my heart want to just leave my chest. That night, it felt like my heart was brought to its knees and shot. I grabbed my things and decided that I didn't feel good enough to stay the rest of the day. After checking out in the office, I walked to my car, got in and cried to Lana Del Ray. I shared at the picture of Katya and I that I keep in my car and felt my heart ache.

"You told me I was your everything Kat, but your everything lost its tomorrow when you left."