This is not how Trixie imagined how summer school would be. Sneaking out in the middle of the night with a bunch of giggly girls only to light up the night sky with the glowing lights from their cigarettes. Trixie didn't really smoke; in fact she hated it. But there was something about breaking the rules with the group of strangers she so desperately wanted to call her friends that she found hard to resist. Besides, no one noticed the fact that she didn't inhale and mostly just held the limp cigarette between her fingers.
When her mother had dropped her off at the school with a brief goodbye and a cold, non loving hug she thought the summer was gonna be three months of trying to lay low and counting down the days until she was released from this hellhole. This place was still hell, but Trixie could like hell, right?
Max smug laugh broke Trixie's train of thoughts, she had spaced out, again. The other girls had killed their cigarettes with a light stomp on the ground but Trixie's still glew, only halfway smoked down.
"God you're so slow. "Max shot her an annoyed yet friendly look.
Trixie only hummed in response and took a drag from the stale cigarette, the smoke filled her mouth and some of it seeped into her lungs creating an involuntary cough. In fear of destroying the illusion that she was in fact a big time smoker she encouraged the other girls to go inside, ensuring them she would be done in a matter of minutes. Max reached out her cold hand and placed it on Trixie's upper arm, sending a shiver down her spine.
"Hey, you're okay right?"
"Can't a girl take her time? "Trixie responded and laughed a short but genuine laugh.
In response she got a smile from Max and watched her crawl back in through the window they had escaped the building from. Trixie sighed and closed her eyes; she was a real daydreamer. often focusing on the memories, thoughts and made up scenarios in her head more than the actual present moment she was in. Some people found it strange and off putting, the way she wasn't 100% present, but Trixie really didn't mind.
For the second time her thoughts were interrupted, this time by a low and husky voice.
"Do you always break the rules?"
Trixie snapped her eyes open, unable to see where the voice had come from. But she didn't need to, she knew exactly who's voice it was. It's not easy forgetting the voice that makes goosebumps cover your skin in a matter of milliseconds, and creating a pool of heat in your lower stomach. It didn't hurt that the owner of the voice had legs for days, the sharpest cheekbones Trixie had ever laid her eyes upon and dare she say, an amazing ass that was pretty much a magnet for Trixie's eyes. Her math teacher, Ms. Zamolodchikova appeared out of the darkness with a sheepish grin on her face, the grin that always decorated her cherry red plump lips. The lips that Trixie had fantasized about a thousand of times. A deep pink blossom appeared on her face and spread down to her chest as she quickly turned her eyes to the ground, dropping her cigarette; as if Ms Zamolodchikova hadn't noticed it already.
"Umm, I wasn't… "Was all Trixie could form as a response as she felt the intense gaze of her teacher almost burning holes into her skin. She was fucked, they were gonna call her parents and she was fucked. Trixie painted up all kinds of over exaggerated scenarios in her head, maybe she would go to jail, or they'd let her off with community service before her teacher spoke again.
"Rules are made to be broken. "she said, the grin on her face had not faltered at all as Trixie stole a glance at her teacher, regretting it immediately as the blush on her cheeks deepened and shivers covered her body, all the way out to the tip of her numb fingertips.
Ms. Zamolodchikova put her red lips around the cigarette she had between her fingers, staining the white filter with a perfect lip shaped mark. She chuckled a bit at the embarrassment displayed across Trixie's face attracting the attention from Trixie's eyes. Trixie had run out of grass to study on the ground and took a deep breath and looked up. An unlit cigarette was held out in front of her, leaving Trixie to wonder if it was a all a trap.
"Ms. Zamolodchikova I don't think i should…"Trixie's voice was quiet and hesitant as she tried to focus on anything but her teacher's cold blue eyes that always seemed to have a flood of desire in them. Making Trixie squirm involuntarily.
"Call me Katya." she got as a response and the cigarette from the others hand moved closer to her. Almost forcing her to take it between her lips. At this point she was thanking all the gods that the night was dark and that the deep redness in her cheeks hopefully wasn't too obvious.
Trixie wondered what the hell she was doing; standing outside of the school in the middle of the night accepting a cigarette from a teacher. She was breaking all kinds of rules, but so was Katya, right? Before she knew it Katya leaned in, at this point it was impossible to avoid eye contact with her teacher and she let out a sight, not realising she had been holding her breath. Trixie's cigarette was lit by the fire end of Katya's, leaving little to no space in between them. She could smell her teachers perfume, the scent, she had only felt a handful of times before, when Katya walked past her in the hallways, always either grinning or winking. It seemed to be her life mission to make Trixie's cheeks take on different nuances of either red or pink.
Trixie immediately missed Katya's scent and closeness as she pulled back after lighting her cigarette. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to do. She could just crawl back in through the window like the others girls had done and leave Katya, pretending like the whole situation never happened. Or she could talk to the woman that she had been fascinated and madly attracted to since day one. All of the thoughts cramped up in her head made Trixie's heart rate speed up; the fact that the most beautiful woman she had even seen was standing inches away from her wasn't camping her down either.
"You should come see me after class tomorrow. "Katya said after taking a drag of her cigarette and letting it fall to the ground. It may have sounded like a suggestion, but the tone of her voice was slightly demanding and Trixie was strangely into it. With that said Katya turned around and walked away, but not without turning her head around giving Trixie a last look at her grin and getting a wink from Katya that made her knees weak.
It took a few moments for Trixie's limbs to start working again, the shock toning down, finally and she was able to crawl back through the window.