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The next afternoon, Tootie tried to come up with reasons for why Taylor wouldn't want anyone to know he was rich. The logical one was that he didn't want people befriending him just because he had money. Bt she had a gut feeling that there was more to it. But she couldn't figure out what. She needed help. Immediately, she knew who to talk to. She quickly got in her car and drove up to the school. After wrecklessly pulling into a parking space, she jumped out of the car and ran into the school. She burst into the gym, where a bunch of boys were playing basketball. Among them was Timmy. She quickly ran up to him.

"Oh, hey, Too-"

"I have to talk to you NOW." she grabbed his wrist and dragged him out of the gym. All of the other boys started whistling and cheering at what they thought was going on.

When they got out of the gym, Tootie heaved a sigh of relief. The other boys were annoying her.

"Tootie, what's going on? Is something wrong?" his eyes were filled with such concern that the warmth that filled her made her forget why she'd come for a moment.

"Kind of. I need to talk to you about Taylor."

Ten minutes later, they were walking around the school, and Tootie had filled him in on what she'd discovered.

"Wait, wait, wait. "Timmy shook his head,"So you snuck into Taylor's neighborhood, at 1 in the morning, just to see why he was uncomfortable with you talking about wealth. And it turns out the dude is loaded?" he started to laugh.

Tootie crossed her arms. "It's not funny."

"I know. I'm just laughing about you sneaking out at one in the morning..."

"TIMMY!"

"Sorry." he cleared his throat. Tootie couldn't help but notice how cute he looked when he was blushing. The slight shades of pink made her think of the pink shirt and hat he wore when he was little. "Real men wear pink" was the phrase that came to mind. She couldn't help but smirk. Too bad that phrase hadn't been around when he was younger. Maybe then he wouldn't have been messed with so much.

"So, what now?" Timmy asked. "I mean, Taylor's rich. So? What do you plan on doing?"

"I don't know. I just want to know why he was hiding it."

"Maybe because he doesn't want people to like him just for his money." Timmy pointed out.

"That's what I think. But, I mean, that can't be all. We are his friends. He can trust us."

"He's only known us for three days, Toots."

Tootie paused. "What did you call me?"

Timmy blushed again, "Uh...Tootie?" Tootie shook her head. "You called me Toots." He was using her childhood nickname as a pet name for her! (As a child, people called her Tootie, but also Toots.) She couldn't believe it! She felt an old habit begging to come back. A wicked grin slowly spread across her face. Timmy noticed, and his smile faded slightly.

"Um...Tootie? Why are you looking at me like that? What's wrong?"

"Oh...nothing." Tootie said, an innocently mischievious tone in her voice. "I was just thinking, that since you're bringing back a childhood memory, I will too."

"Uh..To-Tootie...uh-oh." He turned and began to run, but Tootie chased after him. With a leap, she jumped on his back, sending them both to the floor. Timmy laughed as Tootie raised her voice to sound like she did when she was little, "Oh, Timmy! I always knew you loved me! I just knew it!" She pretended to cover him in kisses. Timmy raised his voice to sound like he did when he was a kid. "Ahhhh! Noooooooo!! HELP!" They both started laughing hysterically. After their laughter died down, Tootie got off of him and helped him up.

"Funny. As a kid, I hated that, and now I wish girls would spontaneously jump on me more often." Timmy chuckled. Tootie laughed again.

"Well, if you ever need a trip down memory lane, give me a call." They both started to walk back to the gymnasium, and Timmy brought back the original subject. "So, what are you going to say to Taylor about him being rich?"

"Nothing. Neither of us can say anything." Tootie said as they rounded the corner and walked back into the gym.

But their conversation hadn't gone unheard. Trixie and Veronica had cheerleading practice that day. They'd gone to get some water, and when they heard Timmy and Tootie, they hid behind the lockers.They had heard every word.

"So..." Veronica grinned, "That Taylor guy is rich, huh?"

"I have to get him to date me. We'd so make the perfect couple." Trixie grinned. Veronica sighed. She had always found Taylor to be attractive, but Trixie liked him now. And what Trixie wants, Trixie gets. She walked over to the fountain and filled up the two diamond studded water bottles. She forced a smile.

"You and Taylor would make the perfect couple. The cheerleading captain and the hottie."

"I know. Normally I wouldn't date anyone prettier than me, and I'd say that you could have him. But I have no problem with Taylor." Trixie flipped her long hair, and hiked up her cheerleading skirt a bit more. "Basketball practice is going to let out soon. I want them all to drool over me." she explained as she lifted her midriff top slightly. Veronica, who was always expected to follow suit, started to do the same.

"No, don't." Trixie placed a hand on Veronica's to stop her. "You don't need to do it. You're fat."

Veronica's eyes widened in horror. What? "I-I'm fat?"

"Well, no. But I mean, those blueberry breakfast muffins aren't making your stomach any smaller. And I know that guys like girls with a little butt, but come on." She waved her hand at Veronicas posterior. Then, as if she hadn't insulted her best friend, she smiled, "Well, I'm going back to the practice area. We have to get started again.." Just as she touched the door to go outside, she turned and glanced at Veronica again. "Oh, I almost forgot. For the 'Raising Hell' routine, I've decided that I'll be the top of the pyramid."

"What?" Veronica ran to Trixie and grasped her arm, successfully blinking back a tear, "But you're on top of the pyramid in every routine! And you promised me I could be on top for 'Raising Hell'. You promised!"

Trixie lifted Veronica's hand off of her arm with her thumb and index finger, as if she would a dirty rag, and let it drop. "Well, you'll be right under me. So you'll be almost on top. Besides, we don't want a fat person on top, do we? That wouldn't be hot at all." And with a friendly smile, she walked outside, leaving a stunned Veronica in her wake.

She looked down at herself, and ran a hand over her flat stomach, and small rear, now convinced that they were much larger than they actually were. Because whatever Trixie says goes. She shook her head, a new anger rising in her.

"It's not fair! Why does she always get her way? She doesn't deserve it! She doesn't deserve Taylor! She deserves nothing!" she whispered harshly. And suddenly, she had an idea. But she knew she couldn't do it. Despite how hurtful the girl was, she was her best friend, and she didn't want to be a target of the raven haired girl's harrassment. So with a sigh, she accepted her fate, her destiny as a flunky to the perfect human being, and walked back outside to cheerleading practice.