A Trixie and Katya Story You've Probably Read Before

CHAPTER ELEVEN

"I know you'll love her, I just know it," Trixie said for what felt like the millionth time in the ten minute walk. "Yeah, I'm sure I will," Katya said through gritted teeth. She was sure she'd hate the girl. She stole the one person that meant something to Katya, of course she'd hate her. "She's so kind," Katya's thoughts nearly drowned out Trixie's ramblings.

Once they were sat down in the corner of The Heathers, the waitress came over - the same waitress from before. "Greetings and Salutations! What's your damage today?"
"Uh, I'll have a cherry slushie,"
"You had that last time,"
"It was good!"
"And you, miss?" Martha D. asked Trixie.
"I'll go for... a hot chocolate, thanks,"  The woman nodded, and hurried back to her counter.

Two minutes later, another girl appeared beside their table. From the second she saw her, Katya knew she hated Tammie. There was just something off about her. Katya recognised her from somewhere, too. "Hi Tammie!" Trixie exclaimed, embracing her beloved in a hug. "This is my best friend I'm all the world, forever and always," She pointed to Katya.
"Hi, I'm Yekaterina Petrovna Zamolodchikova, but your d-" Trixie gave her a look. "But you can call me Katya,"
"Oh, yes, I know you. We used to have gymnastics together, remember? And you went and complained to your mummy that Tammie Brown was being mean, didn't you? I remember it well," Tammie said, an evil glint in her brown eyes. Trixie laughed nervously.

"Come on, Tammie, sit down," she said, a hint of uncertainty in her voice which Katya recognized instantly. Katya put her hand on Trixie's under the table, which earnt her a smile. "Really, Trixie, I thought you'd have a better best friend," Katya tightened her grip. "I mean, everyone in the town has heard of Yekaterina Zamolodchikova, and not for good reasons either," Trixie went to speak, but was shut down. "For starters, she's a whore. She has a different man every night! Courtney Act said that after she slept with her, she got herpes!"
"Well it's me who's getting laid and I'm always getting paid, the only high class Russian whore," Katya strengthened her Russian accent. "I'm a scorching hot mess in a skin-tight dress, that's a rash, not a herpes sore!"

"Tammie, leave her alone-" Trixie said, but was once again ignored.
"Second of all, she's a druggie. Do you not remember the time she got kicked out of school for a week for bringing in meth? The four times she got kicked out of school for a week for bringing in meth?" Tammie acted as if Katya wasn't even there. "This is the kind of person you wanna be around?" Katya stood up.

"If all you're going to do is insult me, I'll be going. I'll see you when you get back, Trixie," she said, and left the room. Trixie turned to Tammie.
"What the fuck, Tammie?!" She hissed. "Katya's my best friend. She's done so much for me and I wanted to introduce her to you and you do that?!"
"Trixie, she's bad news! That girl's nothing but trouble," A single tear fell from Trixie's eye. "You sound like my mother. Are you gonna at least apologise?" She asked, grabbing her bag. "No! Why should I? It's the truth!"

"Well, Tammie, it's been fun. We're over," Trixie said blankly, and left the cafe.

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(A/N: they've literally been together less than a week but fuck Tammie)