Alaska walked her to class, every now and then nudging her hand with her pinky. Searching for something to hold on to. Although Trixie was too deep in her own thoughts to even notice. She didn't wanna lead Alaska on while she was feeling so unsure. A feeling of stupidity and shame was bubbling inside of Trixie, making it hard to focus on anything but the fact that she was the worst human being alive for giving Alaska false hope while she was lusting for someone else.
On her first day in school Katya had greeted her, in a short black skirt that barely covered her ass and in heels higher than any other pair Trixie had seen before. She was immediately captured by her teachers confidence and appearance. She knew she had been staring at the older woman in an inappropriate way throughout their entire first meeting but with Katya, she really couldn't stop herself. Although it had almost seemed as if Katya had liked the attention, flirting with her, but that would have been crazy, right?
The class was all seated when Katya came through the doors. She started her lesson abruptly, without her usual comedy and wit. The class didn't seem to notice as they started scribbling down notes and asking questions. From the corner of her eye Katya noticed the fact that Trixie had her head leaned back and with her eyes closed.
"Ms. Matell if you'd rather be somewhere else right now I can send you to the principal's office." She was trying her very best to sound dominant and serious. Although she did find the younger girl looking incredibly cute as she yanked up from her previous sleeping position. A smile was threatening to break her rugged exterior and she had to fight very hard to keep her stern eyes and emotionless mouth pointed towards the younger girl. No one got away with sleeping in Ms. Zamolodchikova class.
The sudden attention pointed directly at Trixie made her cheeks yet again turn bright red as she was searching for something to say to her teacher. The previous night's activities had taken a toll on her sleeping schedule and she wanted nothing more than to spend a couple of more hours curled up in her comfy bed.
"get out of my classroom." Katya didn't really want Trixie to leave, she liked studying the other girl, making notes in her head of how Trixie tilted her head to one side when she didn't really understand something or how she always seemed to be chewing on the end of her pencil.
Trixie didn't even so much as look at Katya as she packed up her things and left the classroom, the tension in the air was so obvious you could cut into it. The other students seemed to hold their breaths, almost waiting for their usually cheerful and funny teacher to let the girl sit back down. But that never happened, Trixie walked out of the room and Katya picked up her lecture where she had left off, pretending like nothing happened even though she missed Trixie's face in the crowd.
What the hell had happened, Katya never kicked someone out of her classroom. She always just joked things away and kept going with her teaching. Trixie felt embarrassed for being the one that had made Ms. Zamolodchikova send someone out of her classroom without even giving the girl a chance to explain herself. She was unsure of what she was gonna do next, was she gonna go back in demanding to get her seat back. Or was she simply gonna accept that her favorite teacher didn't want her in her classroom. She was confused, to say the least. She and Katya had always been friendly towards each other and it had seemed as if they almost had some sort of connection. But now she wasn't sure if Katya had just been friendly, like a teacher should be, and if Trixie had misinterpreted everything.
Her phone kept buzzing in her pocket, receiving texts from her friends still in the classroom being just as confused as she was. Some of them encouraged her to come back in while others jokingly told her to run away. Although that didn't seem like such a bad idea to Trixie. She hated being singled out in a group, humiliated in front of the group of girls she desperately tried to impress. If Katya wanted to be rude and kick her out, Trixie wasn't gonna play nice either she thought to herself. The game was on.
Katya thought about apologizing to the younger girl, regretting her decision to kick her out. But at the same time she didn't want to give in. If she was gonna play the mean teacher role she had to do it right, no exceptions. Not even for Trixie, with her long blonde curls that fell over her heavy chest, leading down to a seemingly toned stomach. Katya often found herself stealing glances at Trixie's thighs as she saw her moving in the corridor. Tight jeans seemed to be something of a favorite for the younger girl. Making the fabric hug her rounded thighs in a very, very seductive way according to Katya.
While waiting for her friends to get out of the class she apparently wasn't welcome in, Trixie took a seat in one of the windows and stared boringly at the trees that seemed to be waving at her in the wind. Soon the corridors were overcrowded with girls talking over one another asking Trixie if she was okay. She simply shrugged in response, she wanted Katya to like her.
Alaska grabbed trixie's hand and intertwined their fingers together. Trixie found it quite cute; cute like when a kitten plays with a feather or when puppies chase after their owners. But perhaps Alaska had to due for now, perhaps she could be a good distraction Trixie thought to herself.
Suddenly Trixie's dark brown eyes made contact with a pair of blue eyes so bright it looked like bottomless oceans. She had always liked Katya's eyes. They weren't boring like her own, they were glistening and always seemed to be hiding something. Like Katya's whole life was a game and everyone else was just pawn playing along by her rules. Trixie wanted to smile, she wanted to run up to the older woman and sort the confusing situation out and she wanted to apologize for not meeting with her the other day. But she didn't do either of those things. Just as sudden as their eyes had met, Katya had turned her head away making her way down the hallway making students cling to the walls, leaving a passage in the middle just for her.