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Chapter Four: A Rose By Any Other Name

Trixie stamped her foot impatiently and waited for someone, anyone, to notice her. How dare they ignore the fabulous and downright regal Trixie Tang! Didn't they know who she was?

And this was a matter of the greatest importance. She had to be there first, she just had to be. Who cared if Veronica had blatantly told Timmy a lie? He'd change his tune when he saw just how much Trixie did like him.

Unfortunately, she hadn't counted on competition from anyone other than the geeky, four eyed Tootie. That girl was pathetic, always chasing after him. It didn't remind her of anyone else, no one at all.

Folding her arms across her chest, she contemplated blackmailing the secretary to get her attention. The petite brown haired woman's back was to her, her fingers typing madly on the keys. Well, she didn't care if she was writing the President's address; she had more important things to do.

"Excuse me!" Trixie snapped, tempted to snatch the keyboard from her and slam it down into pieces. Hmm…a broken keyboard might be a good incentive to have her help her. Of course, she might have a hard time finding Timmy's information on that computer, but she'd make adjustments.

The mousy haired woman, in heryellow suit, gave her a passing glance before returning to pound on the keys some more. In front of her lay no less than twenty pages, although their contents were indiscernible from this distance. Whatever they were, she could care less.

Clearing her throat, she crossed over so she was directly on her left side. Hmph, boring school stuff. Go figure.

Once in a while, the secretary would err, backspace, correct herself, and then pound the keys anew. It grew to be such an irritant. Why bother to be so fast if half the words you typed were mistakes? And she clearly wasn't doing her job of helping the students.

The glowing green screen of the monitor flashed in front of her eyes. That was it- where on earth was that plug? She didn't care ifshe lost their work;her true work was helping her! Besides, she could always retype it later, with her nimble fingers.

"Do you have an appointment with the principal?" The secretary, in a nasally voice, asked. She didn't even take her eyes off the computer when she inquired. Good Lord, was that computer her job? She'd soon change that.

"I demand to know where Timmy Turner is this very moment!" Trixie screeched, scrutinizing the area directly behind the computer for a plug. C'mon, where on earth could it be? It had to be somewhere accessible, given the amount of time the computers spent being repaired.

There, now she'd stated her purpose and the secretary would hurry along and tell her. After all, if she valued the pittance she got from the school system, she'd do it. There were plenty of dumb blondes who could type just as fast…and be paid half as much. One little talk with her father and he could make it happen.

Taking deep breaths to mollify herself, she narrowed her eyes. At twelve, a temper tantrum or any other exhibit of extreme, childish anger was most unbecoming of a young lady, so she'd best keep her emotions in check. Even so, she could threaten without losing herself. Anger could consume her being and, as long as it didn't run away with her, she could use it to her advantage.

Blinking at her in confusion, the secretary finally tore her gaze from the monitor to fix her with a peculiar look. Sine when did students demand to see other students? If they knew them, clearly they'd know their homeroom. At any rate, finding out wasn't really her job, either.

Trixie wasn't used to not getting her way for this long. Whenever she'd an argument with her father, he'd cave in immediately. Never before had she to wait for an answer to what she felt was a simple concept.

Perhaps it'd be better if she treated her like she was stupid. In all likelihood, her brains were in her fingers, so she had to be. If she dumbed down her language, maybe she'd get somewhere.

"A boy named Timmy Turner, I would like to know where he is at this moment in this school," Trixie said slowly, as though speaking to a three year old. Three year olds could type, couldn't they? Maybe she'd misjudged by a year, maybe she was four.

Whatever mental age she was, as long as she could get her information, she'd be out of here. Like a bat out of hell, she'd be gone in a flash. After all, stupidity could only be taken in small doses.

Meanwhile, the secretary grimaced. Why did every student find it her duty to treat her like the scum of the earth? Well, they'd get theirs when they grew up and became janitors. Mark her words.

This particular girl, it would be interesting to see how far she'd fall. The only reason she had any sway at all right now was because of her father. When she had to make something of herself, free from her father's money, she'd fail miserably. After all, the girl was too used to living luxuriously, without having to worry about anything. She didn't have a mortgage and two kids to worry about; she wasn't a single mother and she-

"Excuse me!" Trixie roared, slamming her palms down on the table. "I hate to interrupt your inner dialogue, but I have to find out where Timmy is this period!"

So I can stop Veronica and the four eyed freak from giving him their heart and stop them dead in their tracks. I need to get there first; don't you realize how important this is!

Hmph, middle school secretaries.

"I'll call security if you don't calm down, Miss Tang," The secretary snapped, but before she could choke out the rest of her threat, which involved the nice people down in administration giving her a whole busload of detentions, Trixie interrupted. Her eyes flashed in anger.

"And I'll have you fired unless you give me what I want right now," She hissed. "And I have the resources to do it, too."

Swallowing hard, the secretary eyed her warily. She was quite correct in stating that she could get her fired…for now, she'd have to oblige her. Perhaps in a future life, she'd rule over the ones who had ruled over her…that'd be sweet.

Calmly, although she was anything but, she sat back down in her revolving chair and searched the database for Timmy Turner's homeroom. Honestly, such a waste of time. And such a spoiled little brat, but she'd get her comeuppance, some day…

Printing out a sheet of paper and giving her a nasty look, the secretary handed her his schedule. If she couldn't find him in homeroom, she could head him off in another class. That way, it'd be beneficial to both of them. One, Trixie couldn't bother her the rest of the day and two, she'd be bound to find him, sooner or later.

Hope you fail…spoiled little brat…

-(In the guidance office)

Veronica waited patiently, her tapping foot the only sign of her irritation. What took them so long? All she wanted was a little schedule, nothing too extravagant.

Her blonde hair fell over her eyes and she mentally glowered at the thought of Trixie winning Timmy's heart. Of course, she wasn't certain he'd given up on her or not, but he was attracted to her based on looks…and everyone knew Trixie was the prettiest girl in the class. It made her hate her all the more, that she was so pretty, so popular, so everything because of her face.

Maybe she ought to fix that…no one would like her if she had an ugly face…or something else went wrong. As far as Trixie thought, they were still friends, right? What if she did something to her that was so horrible, no one wanted to look at her again? Hmm, that was an idea…

After all, who would like a hideous Trixie? She didn't have anything other than her looks. Her looks and her adoring fans, who would all vanish when she destroyed her face.

No more fawning fans to trip over...no cries of 'you're so pretty'...She couldn't wait. If only she had the first idea of how to do that.

Unfortunately, that only took out one of her opponents. Tootie remained, and she had great tenacity for an ugly twit. Okay, maybe, in the right light, if she were made up just right, she wouldn't be ugly. In fact, she'd dare say she'd be fairly attractive…just not to her Timmy. (With contacts, clear braces, and a new wardrobe, she could work miracles).

Hmm…whenshe won over Timmy; she'd gladly help Tootie win over any other boy of her choice. Come to think of it, she felt a little sorry for her…but only if she had Timmy first. Otherwise, it was a no holds barred war.

Trixie and Tootie were her opponents, neither of them were her friends. Timmy wasn't just a boy, he was a prize to be won, a reward for defeating Trixie soundly. Not only would she ruin her, she'd make sure she never stood again.

As far as Tootie went, well, that girl had it coming. Always trailing after him...

Flinging herself into a nearby cushioned chair, Veronica waited for what felt like an eternity and was, in reality, only fifteen minutes. The clock never moved, did it? Grr…she hated school. All the classes, everything, it took forever to end. She often looked at the clock and marveled at the fact that it was still the same minute.

Clickity clack went the keys and scritch scratch went the teeth in her jaw as she ground them together. She didn't care if she got a serious headache later from this, either. The only important thing was finding Timmy before the rest of them.

However, the fact remained that she was certain Trixieand Tootiehad a way of getting there. She just had to make sure she knew a shortcut that would leave them in the dust. She'd tell Timmy how he felt and he'd fall madly in love with her...

Oh, and Trixie fell off a cliff. The end.

Finally, at long last, she was handed a sheet detailing all of his classes. Everything was here, from first to ninth. Using this, she could pinpoint where he'd be in the halls during classes, too. If she couldn't be in his class, she could head him off. Excellent.

Grinning triumphantly (and thanking them, of course), she dashed out of the guidance office and into the hall. To Timmy's heart!
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Tootie crept silently but as quickly as she could to Timmy's homeroom. Since she'd stalked him, she knew every single one of his classes. She'd be the first and only girl to give him her heart…

Or so she thought. All three of them had their various ways of getting there, but they'd ended up arriving at the same exact time. Well…may the best girl win.

Author's Note: I'm trying something new and oy, it feels weird.

At any rate, I'll be addressing people's reviews here.

LgacyDX- (smiles, points to summary) Timmy's not going for Toot in this story, my pal.

Although someone else might...

And thank you.

L.C. Techno- Yeah, my school does that. I thought it was pretty cool, so I used it here. The only thing is, most kids in my class really want to get all the hearts they can, so it's quantity over quality.

possom2009- Er, thanks…it's about to get even more interesting when I add another couple. Keep reading and thanks for reviewing!

KIDEVIL1- Why would Tootie stalk Ver? She's after Timmy-kun.

Cutie5- Ugh, college. I'll be there in half a year and I do not relish the thought. As far as Ver deserving Timmy-kun, well, since this is a Timmy/Ver, they'll have to end up together, right? It's getting there that's the problem.

And what I think of Trixie usually fits into a word that rhymes with 'witch'…

Yamato's Tiger Lily- I don't know about Trix only being into Timmy because Ver's into him…it could be, but who knows? My lips are sealed.

Yes, Timmy-kun has a fan club. Scary, ain't it?

Deacon1- I feel Ver has some similar traits to Trixie (that would be why they were friends in the first place, right?) Both of them can be quite ruthless when it comes to something they want and Veronica will definitely try to crush her opposition.

Tootie reminds me of an outward Helga (did I mention I love Helga?). She may be determined to get Timmy, but I don't think she's got that ruthless element in her. Her sister may be Vicky, but she hasn't yet tried to beat down Trixie as far as Timmy's love goes. She may fall out of the race early because of that.

Trixie is always underhanded. She's never really displayed her true feelings outwardly and always changes her mind…

Technically speaking, if all of them spoke to him, they'd all have to forfeit their hearts. It's part of the tradition. And yes, I know he thinks Ver's creepy.

warprince2000- Maybe if I refer to you, you'll finally get it. Please don't review the same time every single time I update. It's getting rather annoying.

Say something different!

MisterBlue- Oh, Blue, you know I'd never hurt you. (winks) I can't say the same for Deborvak, of course…

Just kidding.

Ahhelga- Last but not least. You were the first to review…(grins)

Where have you been? Trixie has always been evil…except in Undercurrants, but that's a different story.

Let us see the girls spar off…soon. 'Til then, later!