Author's Note: All right, folks. Right now, I'm in a very bad spot in my life, contrary to whatever you might think, and I'm not in the mood for homophobes to try to detract from my baby. So, basically, if you don't like the pairing or the story, just shut up before I lose my temper.

And I apologize to everyone else that had to hear that. (sighs heavily) Thanks for my loyal fans and reviewers. You boost my spirits.

Disclaimer: I don't own it, you don't sue. Easy as that.

Chapter Eleven: I See the Truth in Your Lies

"Are you sure?" Veronica inquires, just barely keeping her nerves at bay. The two, holding hands, stand before Dimmsdale High. Both scarcely breathe, awe struck by the revelation about to unfold.

"Yes," Trixie states absolutely, kissing her girlfriend on the cheek. She too shares anxiety- hundreds of unanswered phone calls, personal appearances, all involving Timmy hanging up on her or slamming the door in her face. Having had sufficient experience with dealing it out, she knows heartbreak when she sees it.

Oddly enough, she empathizes with him. Once upon a time, when fairy godparents were real, and wishes were granted, she thought she loved him. Now, of course, she knows better, but still…He loved her and she shattered him.

Pain fills his eyes every time he sees her, but that's nothing compared to the look after she and Veronica made love. She'd redressed afterwards and heard a strangled sob. When she ventured a little further, it was only to see Timmy screaming in anguish. To him, sex was meaningful each and every time- to her, only Veronica made her feel this way.

But no, disregarding the lost past, she must do this. Even if she's inundated by hatred, at least it's for a good cause. She loves Veronica and she wants everyone to know it.

Timmy knows it already, she's certain. It probably didn't help she'd screeched it when Veronica was so expertly performing a 'corkscrew'. In their years together, she'd never said it to him, especially during lovemaking. In fact, she'd yet to yell his name, period.

Smiling serenely, Veronica kisses Trixie's nose intentionally and they enter.

Despite the lack of a formal announcement, heads turn. Intrinsically, they know they have ceased being a duo and have become one. They are, in polite circles, an 'item'. Soon, they will both be outcast…

Boys drop their books on their aggravated girlfriend's heads, teachers stop drinking their coffee mid-sip and Timmy…won't even look at them. He's had all he can stand of them and any more, he's liable to start crying again. Lord knows Dimmsdale High doesn't need any more drama.

Clearing her throat and fixing Tad and Chad a look fit to kill, Trixie proclaims loudly and succinctly, "I, Trixie Elizabeth Tang, cheerleading captain and the most popular girl in school, do hereby resign."

Gasps followed this statement; she could swear Timmy has turned his head over in their direction. Good.

"In addition," Trixie continues, quavering. "I…I would like to say I am in love with Veronica Vallor and…I'd like to apologize to someone.

"Timmy Turner, could you at least look at me?" Trixie whispers, clinging to her girlfriend.

"No. I'm not interested in anything you have to say," Timmy snaps. "Nor am I going to look you in the eye without first calling you a lesbo bitch that fucked around with me (literally) and my emotions."

Slamming his top blue locker shut, he glared at his ex-lover. "Rot in hell, Trixie."

He then darted down the corridor and takes a step towards the door when Trixie, for the first time in her life, screams his name. Her plaintive cry is painted with remorse, guilt, concern, and anguish. Veronica bites her lip and squeezes her girlfriend's hand.

"Timmy!"

Turning around slowly (all eyes shift from him to them like viewing a ping-pong match), he glowers at her. Screw not making a 'scene', they're way past that. In fact, they're precariously close to Jerry Springer waters.

"Do you know how long I waited for you to tell me you loved me? How many times we made love? Oh, wait, but I guess it was more than that. It was you lying to protect yourself and my lusting after you like I always have," He spits venomously, shooting arrows at her with his delicate blue eyes.

"Please," she pleads, tears forming. Veronica envelops her protectively and strokes her hair therapeutically.

"No thank you," He retorts, rapidly sauntering up to her. God, there's so much loathing in them, she's terrified. What's worse is the school security would sooner watch a fight than stop it.

"What am I to you? A plaything? Your man whore? Tell me, Tang, what were you thinking when we were having sex? It'll all be over in five min-"

A.J. and Chester, arriving at school together, both clear their throats loudly. They push their way through the throngs, arriving between Timmy and the ex-cheerleaders. Chester looks wistfully at Veronica, but keeps mum. Now is not the time for accusations, longing, and the past. Now is the time for the present and the truth. No more undercurrents, everything must surface or be swept away.

His anger weakens at the sight of them, positioning themselves there. As much as he despises her right now, he grew up with Chester and A.J.. Friendship, particularly theirs, is stronger than a heated argument over a girl. If they want him to stop, he will.

"C'mon," A.J. says softly, grabbing one arm.

"Forget her," Chester adds, grabbing the other arm. Together, they drag him forcibly away. Fortunately, there are no further outbursts.

Utter silence greets the girls. Tad and Chad gawk openly at Trixie, while the rest merely stare. They didn't realize before now how expressive eyes are. Better hightail it out of here…

Sighing heavily, they, still holding hands, walk down the main corridor. Whatever fresh hell awaits them, they will face it together.

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Smirking slightly, A.J. balances his lunch tray and a pile of books. His eyes are rooted to Timmy, the fool. Even if he gets to Tootie in time, he's still got some competition.

Calculating correctly Tootie's situation from her reaction and previous knowledge of Vicky's psychotic behavior, he knows exactly what she's going through, which makes her grades all the more remarkable. The only thing she has left is school, he reckons, and that's not much. She needs friends…and a boyfriend.

Long tresses, no longer in pigtails, that trail down to her waist, very curvy; now brace free, her bright smile graces any room, whenever she chooses to use it; and…and when she looks at him, his heart skips beats.

Like it or lump it, A.J. is in love with Tootie…