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Lost In Conversation Chapter 8: We Don't Care Anymore (Timmy's POV)
Whoever said that you had to like your girlfriend?
Okay, I guess it makes since to, she is your girlfriend after all, and the fact that you're even going with her should show that you like something about her…
So far, I haven't found it.
When I go through all I things I know about Trixie Tang, these are the most common discoveries:
She's popular
She whines
She bitches
She's clingy
Did I mention she bitches?
So you can imagine what I did when I saw her running into the girls' bathroom bawling and with some green gunk in her hair.
I bolted into the nearest trashcan.
Okay, so maybe I was being a bit inconsiderate. But, the absolute last thing I wanted to do after finding essence of frog on my big english paper (courtesy of Tootie Wicker, I 'm sure) , was to hear Trixie sobbing to me the latest edition of, What Prank Did Tootie Pull On You This Time?.
When I was sure her and Veronica were in the bathroom, I slipped out of my hiding spot and raced through the doors of the lunchroom.
Chester and AJ were already waiting in the usual spot. Not that that cheered me up.
"Hey Tim, heard about what happened to Trixie?" Chester said sipping on chocolate milk. The straw got stuck in his braces and he started to yank on it.
Pretending not to notice, I answered, "Not really, but I saw her running into the bathroom screaming something about her hair."
Chester finally got the straw out of his metal and fell over backwards from the force of the pull. What a dweeb.
"Tootie had to have something to do with it." AJ said without looking up from his book.
No shit, Sherlock.
Chester got back in his chair. "So what are you going to do about it?"
"Huh?"
"Yeah, Timmy, I mean, you can't let her get away with it."
"I've been letting her get away with it…"
Sadly, it's true. I'd never given real thought to Tootie's pranks as being anything other than small annoyances. They were mostly directed at Trixie anyway…
"Trixie's your girlfriend… you have to stand up for her. It's the trust factor in your relationship and your duty as a guy."
Thank you, Dr. AJ.
"Besides, Trixie is going to get tired of you ignoring Tootie one d-"
"TIMMY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Holy crap.
I slowly turned around to find the princess bitch herself stomping towards me with fire in her normally icy eyes. She stopped right in front of me and glared up at me.
I was trying so fucking hard not to laugh.
There were still traces of green left in her hair and it was absolutely frizzy and tangled. In an attempt to make it look somewhat tamed, it was put into a messy bun on top of her head. Her makeup was smeared, probably because of all the crying. Prim and proper Trixie Tang looking like she just got out of a bull fight…
God, why didn't I have a camera?
"Look at what that bitch did TO ME!!!!"
Yeah, I'm looking. But that doesn't make you look any better. But instead I said,
"Yeah, baby. Are you alright?"
She looked as though she were about to pop a vein.
"Am I alright…. AM I ALRIGHT?!?!?!"
Okay, bad choice of words.
"Some psycho bitch is making my life hell, my boyfriend doesn't seem to care, my hair's ruined, and you're asking me if I'm alright!?"
"Ummm… yeah." What else could I say?
With some terrifying Amazonian strength, she grabbed me by the collar and pulled me closer to her face.
"Listen you, I want that bitch dealt with, and I don't care what kind of trouble you get in because of it. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!"
I gulped. "Yes, baby."
She flashed a set of perfect white teeth and let me go.
"Alright, sweetie pie, I'll see you later."
She waved as girlishly as she could at me and left the lunchroom with Veronica at her heels. It was only then that I realized that the room had gotten quiet.
Now what?
"Timmy."
I turned around and across the table was the princess of darkness herself.
"Tootie."
She walked around the table... more like stalked… like some dangerous predator playing with it's next victim. Damn, it was turning me on.
I gave her a coy smile as she stopped where Trixie had previously been.
"So, we sure have been having 'fun' today haven't we, Tootie?"
Her smile was secretive and confident. "Yeah, I particularly loved Trixie's new hairdo."
I smiled back, " Yeah, too bad Trixie didn't feel the same way..."
She chuckled softly and my heart skipped a beat.
Huh?
"So I've heard... "
She leaned in closer and I swore our faces couldn't have been more than inches apart. At this point, my heart was thumping against my chest and excitement pulsed through my insides. This feeling... it was so familar... yet... on a totally different scale. Her tongue carefully traced her lips and I wanted nothing more than to do the same.
"And?"
"And what?"
"Whatcha gonna do about it?"
I could feel the weight of eager eyes on my back, I was so used to the feeling that it didn't faze me. I wasn't going to let Tootie faze me either. My hand went up smoothly and tilted her chin so our eyes met. Sometimes, it surprises me how tall I was.
"You'll know soon enough."
And with that, she knocked my hand aside, but she held her gaze.
"Well then, let the games begin..."
I could already smell the magic.
Before I entered the hallway...
before I opened my locker...
before the pounds of raw fish came tumbling out of it...
before it's rancid smell filled the hallway and sent kids running...
I smelt magic.
I looked down at my pink and green 'books' and by the look in their eyes, I knew they had smelt it too.
It had only been just half an hour ago when I challenged Tootie and the score was already two to zip. The girl had wasted no time.
"I wish it was gone."
In an instant, the fowl smelling beasts had vanished. The smell still clung to my locker though...
I let out a long breath and on cue, Wanda popped out.
"What's the matter, sport? You're not gonna take this sitting down, are ya?"
"Of course he is! Timmy couldn't think of a good comeback if his life was on the line, besides, he's dealing with some real talent here! I mean, this girl is a criminal mastermind, a genius! Why I wouldn't be surprised if-"
"Cosmo! Cookie!"
Cosmo started to demolish the oversized cookie completely forgetting whatever it was he was about to say. Typical.
"What he was trying to say was, if you need help getting Tootie back, why don't you ask us?"
I pulled out my history book and almost puked from the overbearing smell. "Because I don't need help... I just..." RING!!!!!!!
"... let's go."
The minute I went into the warm classroom, the smell got worse... and my classmates had no problem letting it be known.
"Hey, Turner! Did you go diving for your lunch today?"
"What's that smell?"
"Timmy, when's the last time you took a bath?"
"Damn! Whatdidya do Turner? Hide out in a trashcan all lunch period?"
Actually...
"Alright class! Settle down... Mr. Turner, have a seat please."
I took my regular seat... across from Tootie. I could see her mischevious smile as she started flipping through the pages of her textbook. My eyes slowly fell to her hands and the rhythmic tapping she was making on the paper. Then they fell to her back and all I could think was how small she was, not like scary skinny like some of these crazy girls around here have been trying to be... but naturally petite. The amazing thing was, she was able to put all that fierceness, all that confidence, all that spunk into that tiny frame.
For the rest of the class period, my eyes continued up and down in this fashion, memorizing every curve, every movement she made... what the hell was wrong with me? I was finally brought out of my trance when the bell rung. Thank god.
As I grabbed my books, I suddenly noticed a little purple monster doodle on the corner of my notebook paper. A yellow monster doodle accompanied it. What the...
Suddenly, the purple monster jumped on top of my notes and started chomping away. The yellow yelped and followed suit. I couldn't believe it. In under fourteen-count'em- fourteen seconds, a whole class period of notes vanished right before my eyes.
The culprits sat on the page with fat bellies and with a 'belch' disappeared. Simultaneously, two barettes, one purple and one yellow, appeared in Tootie's hair as she walked out the classroom. I didn't need to see her face to know she was smirking. Just like I didn't need to ask her if she noticed me staring at her all period. I already knew.
I always knew.
I looked back down at my notebook paper that was once filled to the brim with history notes, but now laid completely blank. I probably wouldn't have minded so much if those weren't very important notes that determined whether I passed history this semester. I couldn't ask AJ for them because he took AP classes, Chester was useless because he never takes notes, Trixie gets her notes from me... ah, screw it!
I slammed my books against the desk and took off after Tootie.
She was NOT going to get away with this one.
I spotted her bob of black hair bouncing down the hallway towards the art room. Perfect interception. As she rounded the corner to enter the studio, I slid down the hall and caught her by the arm. She had already opened the door so we both tumbled inside. Our crash stilled in the quiet of the space. It was the end of the day after all, and most of everybody had probably gone home by then.
Tootie stood up first, brushed herself off and smoothed out her skirt. "Alright, what's your damage, Turner?"
Her words were already being spat out with hate... this was going to take a lot more courage than I thought...
I stood up and straightened myself up as well.
"Okay, let's see... let's start with this morning when I found a frog in my english homework. Or maybe this afternoon when you turned my girlfriend's hair green. Oh wait, let's go back to two weeks ago, when my lunch slithered away from me and into the garbage... or three weeks ago when my gym clothes fell to pieces while I was running the mile. No, even better, how about middle school! Yes, those were fond memories! Like when the principal got an anonymous tip saying I pulled the fire alarm during that assembly, when I wasn't even at school that day to defend myself! Eighth grade prom, remember that? Yeah, Trixie and I got slimed while taking our photo? That one's been talked about forever... or we could just fast forward to 15 minutes ago, when my class notes were eaten by your henchmen."
Tootie just looked at me totally uneffected by what I just said.
"Are you getting to a point soon? I really just wanna grab my stuff and go home..."
I moved in front of her. "You're not going anywhere."
She looked up at me dangerously. "Get out of my way."
Her hard stare almost threw me off balance, but I held my ground. I leaned in closer until her breath was tickling my chin.
"Make me."
Her hand moved fast to make impact with my cheek, fortunately, I was faster. I held her wrist and felt her leg trying to make a kicking motion. I blocked it however and had her pinned to a table. We both stared at each other wide eyed for what seemed like a century (it was only a few seconds) without a sound. Tootie was the first to make a motion and the moment she did, my lips swarmed down on hers.
The only way I could describe that moment was pure bliss. Her lips had to be the sweetest thing I'd tasted in years, they were sort of tart like lemons yet sweet like sugar. They were soft like freshly washed linen on a cool summer's day. All the images that flashed through my mind were full of sunshine, cool breezes , and fun summer days. Weird. I know, but you've probably already figured out that I'm not exactly mentally well. You can thank all the people I've come in contact with all my life for that.
For a good minute, I couldn't get a response out of Tootie. Not that I cared at the moment but I must admit it was a pleasant shock when she started to kiss back. My body immediately reacted to the pressure of her lips and my hands went down to feel the curve of her hips. My thumbs gently massaged the area and earned a slight moan. Her hands rummaged through my hair and her legs were clamped to my waist. It only got better when my tongue started tracing her bottom lip, her mouth opened and our tongues clashed making the kiss even more intense.
All I could hear her muffled moans and gasps for breath... or was I moaning too?
It didn't matter, because for seven minutes, she was all mine.
Then reality kicked backed in and I felt two hands forcefully push my chest and break off the kiss. Tootie immediately headed towards the door to put some distance between us. It got unusually cold and I almost felt... naked somehow.
I looked into her fierce brown eyes and regretted it right away. There was so much fury and so much malice burning in those eyes, I nearly shrunk to the floor. My heart weighed as much as a lead stone that fell to the bottom of my stomach. Sweat started forming on my brows.
With those eyes still pinned to me, she opened the door and spat out, "You ARE going to pay for this, Turner. You think I've made your life hell so far? You haven't even seen the gates... and don't EVER touch me again!"
The door slammed and I heard several random things clank against the shelves and 'bing' as they fell to the floor. My body sank to the floor with the relief of the tension it felt... yet the weight of some impending doom. I tilted my head back against the table and stared aimlessly at the ceiling.
Without really thinking about it, I ran my tongue across my upper lip. Her taste still lingered there... it would fade eventually. Right then and there I knew the evitable.
One kiss, was not going to be enough...
Okay, you might've noticed that I changed the summary to something a lot simpler, it's because I really don't know where I'm going with this and genre is subject to change also. You might've also noticed that I made Tootie's last name Wicker. That's really because I thought it sounded cool! (crowd murmurs) Yeah... possibility that rating might go up as well in later chapters but... only if I feel like it. Oh, and if you've noticed any spelling or grammer errors, long story short, I had to use the edit/preview section to do 90 of this chapter and the rest was actually in Word. I tried to clean up as best as I can by going over it more than usual, but even a sharp eye like me can overlook stuff.
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Alright, tell me whatcha think... and hey... I've SEEN the hits I've been getting... come on people! Make mommy happy!
Next chapter; Misbehavior and Misdemeanor (starting with Tootie's POV)
This is when things start to really pick up.
Lots of Hugs and Kisses,
Ranma Matsuri