An Apple A Day(Trixya)

Sweetie

*three weeks later*

"Did you finish your project?" Crystal, Jan and Katya walked though the halls to their lockers.

"No, honestly Mr. Sans can go fuck off. There was no way I was gonna spend my weekend working on some project that he probably wouldn't even grade."

"But what if he does grade it Katya?" Jan looked a little bit concerned as Katya shrugged her shoulders.

"He won't. He will ask and then he won't collect it until Friday, watch."

"If you say so."

"Good morning ladies."

"Good morning Mrs. Chachki." The girls watched as their teacher walked down the hall. She smiled as she knocked on the door that was to Trixie's classroom. Katya's throat went dry as she watched the teacher walk into the class after unbuttoning a few of her buttons.

"Katya."

"Huh? Yeah?"

"I was trying to tell you that I had to go. I have to meet up with Gigi. We are using this lunch period to work on our papers. You wanna come?"

"Um no thanks."

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine."

"Okay, well I'll see ya later. Come on Jan, you have to be my wingwoman."

"I don't remember signing up for that but okay. See ya Katya."

"Mmhmm." Katya stayed by her locker until Crystal and Jan disappeared out of sight. Katya quickly made her way to the empty classroom next to Trixie's. She walked to the back and put her ear against the thin wall.

So, how are you today Beatrice?"

"Violet, I keep telling you to just call me Trixie." Trixie was busy trying to write out tests. The first test that her students would be taking this year.

"Okay, I'm sorry Trixie." Violet leaned over Trixie's desk with a smile. "Have you thought about what I asked you?"

"Oh, I am doing fine today Violet. How are you?"

"Not that Trixie. I'm talking about the proposal I made."

"You mean about sleeping with you?"

"Yes."

"Violet, you're married to my boss."

"He doesn't have to know. And plus-" Violet put sat on Trixie's desk and wrapped one of Trixie's curls around her finger. "I could put in a good word for you when the time comes for a pay increase. Doesn't that sound nice sweetie?" Violet put her hand on Trixie's cheek as she bit her lip. Trixie smiled faintly and moved Violet's hand.

"Violet, I just got out of a very serious relationship. I'm still healing from that."

"I don't want a relationship, I'm just looking for a bit of fun. I have wanted to have some fun with you ever since you came in for the job interview. You know, I whispered in his ear just so you could get the job."

"Well, um thank you. That is very sweet of you. I hope I can repay you in some way one day."

"I can think of a way right now."

"I really need to get these done, I'm sorry."

"It's okay sweetie, the offer will always stand."

"Thanks."

"Oh no, thank you."

"For what?"

"This." Violet put her lips against Trixie, taking her by surprise. "See ya sweetie." Violet stood up and left with a smile. Trixie put her fingers on her lips, shocked at what had just happen. Katya held her stomach and swallowed hard. She felt tears roll down her face but she quickly wiped them away. Katya stood up and looked for her bag that she usually always carried with her.

"Shit. I left it." Katya groaned and took a deep breathe before walking out of the empty classroom. She knocked on Trixie's classroom door and opened it.

"Oh um, Katya did you need something?"

"I just left my bag." Katya walked straight to her desk and grabbed her bag off of the chair.

"Katya, wait are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." Katya made a beeline right for the door but was stopped when Trixie grabbed her hand.

"Katya, what's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Your cheeks and eyes are red. Have you been crying?"

"Why do you care?"

"Wha-"

"I'm just a student, so why do you care?" Katya tried to pull away from Trixie but was met by Trixie holding her hand tighter.

"Katya you are my friend. Where is this coming from?"

"Let me go."

"Katya, stop this now."

"Let me go!" Katya pulled away from Trixie, pushing away the older blonde.

"Katya.." Katya looked up at Trixie with teary eyes, she shook her head and ran out of the classroom. As Katya ran through the halls, she thought of the time her and Trixie had been spending together. Everyday for the past four weeks, her and Trixie had spent countless hours together. Laughing, talking, and flirting. Katya had to remind herself all the time that she was the student and Trixie was the teacher. But that was so hard.