The music was loud, really loud. It felt as if Trixie's heart was in her ears thumping to the rhythm of the music. Alaska's hips were swaying seductively in the dark room right before Trixie's eyes. She had a talent for dancing and it wasn't surprising that she could move her body in a very impelling way making Trixie unable to look away. Their bodies were moving together, surrounded by drunk girls laughing and screaming. It felt awfully right to be there, close to alaska, with too much alcohol in her blood. They had both been too friendly with the booze in the beginning of the night leading to a big blur of shots, dancing and a little bit of singing. Alaska never left her side, if anything she moved closer and closer until their bodies were connected by the hips and chest. Trixie didn't know if it was the alcohol talking; but in that moment she felt rather attracted to the messy blond in front of her. With her lipstick slightly smeared down her chin and her eyes half shut. Suddenly there was a tug at her hand, leading her to the window only to pull her out into the cold night. Without shoes on the ground felt damp and unfamiliar. The music still played in Trixie's ears as she tried to steady herself despite how drunk she felt. Alaska had dragged her outside and was lighting a cigarette with a suggestive look in her eyes, handing the cigarette over to Trixie after taking a couple of drags.
Considering the fact that Katya and all the other teachers had to live on campus because of how far the school was from any nearby city there wasn't much she could do on a friday night. Her mind tended to run wild when she was just sitting in her small, over cramped room. This resulted quite often in midnight strolls around the school. Taking in the enormous buildings beauty, even though the facade was chipped and needed a fix a long time ago, there was something oddly satisfying about the almost forgotten old building that only seemed to come alive during the summers.
Katya knew the students held parties every now and then, hell everyone knew because of how loud they were. But the teachers didn't seemed to mind and neither did night was no exception, she could hear the loud beats from the music from far away and decided to approach it. Perhaps sneaking a glance at some young girls throwing up behind a tree. But as she slowly rounded the corner, certain that the darkness would hide her silhouette she saw a very familiar girl wrapped up in another girl's arms.
Trixie was caught off guard by Alaska's lunge at her, their lips practically crashed into each other. None of them had either the focus nor the motoring skills to perform their best kissing game but it was an okay kiss with sloppy tongues and shaky breaths. Alaska had her hand deeply tangled in Trixie's hair, only pulling her closer. Alaska tasted like smoke and strawberries, it was pleasant but it wasn't perfect. They broke the kiss, panting, desperate for some air. Trixie opened her mouth, trying to say something but ended up closing it again. Alaska had something in her eyes that looked like fire, at the same time it both intrigued Trixie and frightened her. She had never thought of Alaska as anything but a good friend. Their lips met again, this time not as violent. Alaska had nice lips, they were pretty thin but seemed to find a perfect rhythm with Trixie's slightly bigger 's mind wandered, thinking about another pair of lips; a pair of bright red lips that had embraced a smoking cigarette only 24 hours prior. She disconnected herself from Alaska, feeling guilty for thinking about someone else while she was tasting Alaska on her lips.
Katya didn't like this, she didn't like this at all. She felt jealous of someone else having an impact on Trixie. She thought about interrupting the moment, storming up the two of them, breaking the kiss. But she stood still in her footsteps, just watching. Trixie was just some student she had, yet it felt wrong to see her lips intertwined with someone else's. Was this jealousy? She felt awfully possessive over the young blonde and forced herself to look away, turning around in her steps and making her way towards her room again, not looking back. So much for a peaceful evening stroll.
The rest of the night was all a big blur to Trixie. She woke up in her room the morning after with a killer headache and an uneasy feeling in her stomach. She wasn't sure what had happened between her and alaska during the party, she barely remember kissing her. She grunted at the regret that was filling her up and pulled the covers over her head as a light knock on the door replaced the previous silence.
Alaska walked in, hair messier than ever and with big dark circles under her eyes. It was not her finest moment but Trixie couldn't help but notice how pretty she looked nonetheless. Her skinny limbs moved with great effort as she smiled towards Trixie and sat down on her bed. For a few moments they just looked at each other, both of them searching for anger, regret or something else negative in each other faces. It was Alaska that finally broke the silence.
"We can forget about last night if you want to. "Her voice was low and sounded drained of all the usual energy that was bubbling up from her.
Trixie sat up in the bed and waited a few seconds before replying.
"No, No i liked it. " She wasn't sure that she had liked it. It been a great kiss but it didn't feel special. It didn't feel like a thousand fireworks setting of inside her. She hadn't felt her whole body tingling with both passion and excitement. But she decided to blame the lack of those feelings on the alcohol.
Alaska immediately started to shine. Her eyes glistening with a strong spark. She looked genuinely happy and Trixie wish she could be as excited about their shared moment as the other girl was. But she couldn't help but think about Katya. How it would have been if the woman she had been pining for since forever had wrapped her into a passionate kiss, instead of Alaska. She knew it was wrong to think of someone else as she was kissing Alaska, but she couldn't help herself. At the same time she convinced herself of how stupid and impossible it would be to kiss Katya. She was her teacher for God's sake. A teacher that had permanent bed eyes and a voice that dripped from sex. Alaska interrupted her daydreaming about Katya by putting a hand on her cheek. Trixie tried to give her the best smile she could, but couldn't shake the feeling of the fact that she wasn't sure she wanted Alaska.
Summer School still had classes during the weekend, which is something Katya wished she could avoid. After seeing Trixie and the other girl the night before she had spun straight into a downward spiral filled with over thinking and anxiety, two of the things Katya were best at. After hours of laying awake long into the early hours of the morning she finally decided to get a hold of herself. Trixie was her student, nothing more, nothing less. She needed to stay professional, she was gonna be damn professional.