We Can Solve For X ✔~ trixya

Chapter 1: Beauty and Intelligence

Katya hated the meetings.
Hated them with every ounce of her soul.
For 2 years she had been forced to repeat over and over why she got into drugs at the age of 16, and truth be told, she didn't really know herself.

Boredom? 

Pressure?

A combination?

Why could it never be reason enough that the pressure to be perfect got to her?
Why couldn't it be enough that nothing ever happened in the stupid suburban neighborhood?

For 2 years she'd listened to their group counselor tell her to dig deeper and find the root of the issue, when Katya herself honestly didn't think there was a deeper reason.
She had just gotten pulled into it, joined the fun and traveled too deep down a rabbit hole. 

She was 19 when her parents started really understanding how serious her issues were. They'd abruptly pulled her out of school and sent her to rehab which later lead to Katya joining the group meetings. Their group was unique because everyone was young, which their leader thought would help everyone share more easily. 

"Do I have to go? Honestly mom, it's under control now, can't we stop with the meetings already?" Katya pleaded as her mother pulled up to the building.

"Katya, we've had this discussion a thousand times. You've just started college again, we don't know how the change in environment is gonna affect you, and so you will stay at least until you've gotten settled properly." Her mom, Pat, said strictly, leaving no room for further discussion.

 Katya reluctantly got out of the car and walked inside, where the others were already gathered in a circle, slumping down in an empty chair.

"Katya, wonderful to see you. Glad you could join us." Their meeting leader spoke. The blonde girl wanted to strangle the man for his overly cheerful disposition, but he was too kind for her to actually ever do something to him.

"Well, let's get started." The man said. They went around the circle, sharing the same or new stories, and discussing wether or not things had improved since their last meetup. Suddenly the door was pulled open in a messy fashion, a soft voice calling out;

"Sorry I'm late." 

In walked undoubtedly the sexiest girl Katya had ever layed eyes on. Her curves were out of this world, the girl having large boobs, a tiny waist, wide hips, and the ass of the century. And on top of it all, the girl's legs went on for days.
If Barbie was a person this girl would most certainly be her.

"Oh, we have a newcomer. What's your name, sweetie?" The man asked the girl.

She looked too innocent for her own good as she approached them with a blush coating her cheeks. The literal personification of duality as her expression and style choices seemed to both compliment and contradict her sinful curves. The girl was wearing a yellow pinafore dress with a pi-sign on it, a white crop top, 60s white gogo boots, white round glasses, a mathlete team jacket and a pink backpack.
This might make her sound prudish, but no, to top it all off the girl had artistic graphic makeup and cotton candy pink hair, not to mention the dress was short enough to show the edge of her pink panties. 

Not that Katya was looking, she wouldn't do something like that.
Absolutely not.

"Hey everyone, I'm Trixie Mattel." The girl told them, speaking in a far more confident tone than the blue eyed girl had expected her to.

"Do you want to tell everyone why you are here? Take your time, we all know it's a big step." Their meeting leader said.

Katya was dying to know the answer, for what could this girl possibly be addicted to?

She didn't seem like the type to do drugs, maybe alcohol but not enough to get her sent here. Katya could see her being a video game addict, but would that be enough to get the girl to go to a meeting with a bunch of people in their twenties who were mainly recovering drug addicts and alcoholics?

Doubtful. Maybe she was a shopaholic?

Or used those academic skills on online gambling and got hooked?

The answer was none of the above, and quite possibly the last alternative Katya would have ever suggested the cotton candy haired mathlete was addicted to.

"I'm a nymphomaniac."

"Holy fucking shit." Katya thought.

A thousand scenarious ran through her mind, most of which included the mathlete bent over a desk with her ass in the air, or on her knees in front of the blue eyed woman. 

Suddenly the addiction meetings seemed a lot more interesting.