"Shit, shit…" Timmy was rushing down the hallway for the locker area, his backpack swung over his shoulder. It was their dismissal time and he just finished discussing some project with his group mates. Their leader was stricter than he thought she would be and wouldn't just let anyone get away without explaining themselves. He told her that there's some friend waiting for him but their leader told him that if it wasn't necessary then there's no way anyone's getting away.

He stared at his watch once again while sprinting past some rooms. 20 minutes have already passed since the time Trixie had set up for the both of them to talk. Back then he was avoiding her, and now he's late. What she's going to say about this now? He doesn't know if Trixie's going to believe him.

His legs started to get weary, so he had to stop at one corner while gripping his knees and gasping for breath. He doesn't know how he's going to face her, or what she's going to say. It's not like Timmy really planned of leaving her or ignoring her completely, he just needed some time for himself and to think over some things. In fact, he's afraid of losing her.

Timmy looked up to see the person who's waiting for him standing right in front of him. His eyes widened as he jumped back in surprise which caused him to lose balance and fall over his butt, bumping on the nearest trash can, making all the litters scatter in the floor. Trixie giggled and offered her hand to help him get up. Stretching out her hand, Timmy hesitated for moment with his mouth left agape. Is this for real? He thought that Trixie was mad at him for many reasons. He shook his head a little bit, and accepted it right away. As he got up, he wiped off some dirt off his shirt and clumsily stood up straight, fixing his hair through brushing his fingers on it.

"H-hey." Timmy tried to play it cool, even though in the inside he was really pressured and nervous.

"You're still klutz as ever." Trixie said, still giggling.

"Y-yeah." He simply responded while scratching the back of his neck.

He looked at her in the eyes, as if he hadn't done that in years. He could tell that she's merely forcing her smile. Her eyes were contradicting from her reaction just now. Her black smooth and straight hair flows naturally down her waist, her curved red lips forcing a smile, and her small hands gripping and slightly rubbing her arm were just ones of Timmy's favorite things about her. He was getting dazed again so he had to snap himself out of it by slightly pinching himself to his side.

"You okay?" Trixie asked. The atmosphere between them was really awkward, totally different from before. Timmy doesn't know what to say anymore. He can't just straight up ask her if she's mad at him about what happened, and if she's just pretending like nothing happened.

"Well, I guess you still have few things you needed to fix behind you." Trixie reminded him which immediately made him turn around and realize all the mess he just made.

"Y-you're right. Ha-ha…" Timmy nervously chuckled as he put his bag down and started putting back crumbled papers, pieces of candy wrappers and any sort of garbage bag.

"Let me help you there." Trixie said as she kneeled down beside Timmy and started picking up small pieces of trash. Timmy suddenly became more nervous, knowing that they were this close to each other. Trixie's hand brushed past Timmy's which startled the both of them, making them halt and look at each other's eyes. The timid boy was in daze again. His heart was beating faster than usual. Even though he couldn't count the number of times that Trixie had rejected him already, he still has this weird feeling towards her. Sometimes he wishes to be able to punch himself in the face with reality.

"I think we should keep going. It'll be hard to explain ourselves if someone sees us like this." Trixie spoke up, feeling a little uncomfortable from the stare that Timmy was giving her. She knows for herself how crazy Timmy was for her, even through childhood. But she can't really love him back. In fact, when they became friends for the first time, her original plan was to use him. She hasn't told anyone about this but Veronica. But her motives changed right away when she gets to know him, and how he had matured. Timmy was a good friend, and always willing to listen to her problems even though most of the times, her issues were just some silly girl matters. Rejecting him wasn't part of her plan though. Trixie honestly haven't thought of Timmy being this persistent.

"Y-you're right." Timmy stuttered, continuing on their business.

After finishing, they silently walked down the quiet hallway. Neither of them was speaking. It's like they were newly met strangers. Timmy doesn't like the feeling. He's starting to over think. Too many negative possibilities are bothering him. He tried to shrug it off but it won't stop. He's becoming paranoid… He wanted to talk but he doesn't know how.

"Hey Timmy… About my ex…" Trixie's voice had waked him up from his senses. He looked at her, and she seemed so down. She's looking down at the ground, and her voice was low.

"That dickhead? Only two weeks have passed and he already cheated on you! What's wrong with him? If I see him, I'm going to kick his nuts off!" He doesn't know why, but he suddenly became all berserk. He doesn't even like the idea of them talking about her ex.

Trixie looked at Timmy with worried eyes.

"Calm down Timmy. I-In fact… We were in a relationship for two months. I-It's just that… I haven't told you right away."

Timmy suddenly felt weak, and hurt. So that explains why Trixie's always talking to someone over the phone whenever they're hanging out since the last month. It's either call or text message. He never questioned her about that, because he was afraid he's going to invade her personal space. It was none of his business, but he always thought that she was only talking to some friends or relatives.

"What?" Timmy tried to convince himself that she's only kidding, and was hoping for a follow up sentence that says so.

"Look, I'm sorry. I just-"

"Oh come on. You're joking right? It's no way possible that you're going to hide something big from me." He tried to keep his voice calm, even though in the inside he suddenly felt shitty. It's like as if he was never worthy of her secrets, or what's happening to her lately.

"You've got to listen to me!"

"Trixie it's not funny anymore."

"Because I'm telling the truth!" Trixie suddenly snapped back without her realizing. She doesn't want to rise up her voice to closest friend, but she needed to or else, he's not going to listen to her.

"Then why didn't you tell me before?"

"That's because he wanted to keep it a secret from anyone." This time, they were practically shouting at each other. It's a good thing that no one's around since it was past dismissal time already from all of the classes.

"Why? Why would you just obey him like that? You're not his slave. You don't know how much it bothered me that you were being distant from the past few weeks, and suddenly I'll find out you're already in a relationship just like that. We have each other… There's a reason why I'm a friend."

"Don't you think you're being selfish with that attitude?"

"I'm just thinking what's better for you. Besides, he already cheated on you. So why are you defending him?"

"I'm not defending him!"

"Haven't you learned your lesson yet from being two goody shoes under him?"

Right after that, Trixie slapped Timmy across the face. She didn't like the term… For her, it sounded like she was just like a dog following a personal master around. Silence engulfed the atmosphere before Trixie walked away with her heels clicking on the floor and fading away from the distance. However, Timmy didn't catch up. He was just frozen there, and he doesn't know how he'll make it up to her. He didn't intend to do that, he was just trying to help and he was also hurt when he found out that Trixie was hiding something from him this entire time. He never expected this to happen. He could have held himself back from talking anymore, but he didn't. He let his pride eat him, and then suddenly it's just like that.

Timmy lazily dropped his bag on the couch, letting himself slip down with it. He felt weak. The scenario kept on repeating on his head. They never fought to each other like that; much less receive a slap from her. Even on his way home, he was almost hit by a car when he was crossing the road. But that didn't surprise him at all when he came to his realization, even when the driver shouted at him. His trail of thoughts seemed to block his emotions other than feeling broken and sad.

"Timmy, me and your dad is going for a vacation in about… Three weeks. But we made sure everything's fine before we packed our bags. Also, we don't have anything to worry about since Vicky's there to take care of everything." Right… He was having a bad day, and this news is what's going to greet him at home? What's bad news left for him to wait?

Feeling a little worse than earlier, he lied down on their couch with his stomach and his head tilted to his side, watching a seemingly boring television show. His mind was blank and he felt empty. Mrs. Turner was giving advice from time to time regarding their house, but Timmy was only repeatedly agreeing without even paying attention. He doesn't even seem to care that Vicky would always be there everyday to 'babysit' him. He didn't even get to notice that they were telling him that Vicky would be there every day now and then as much as possible.

After a few more minutes of reminders, Mr. and Mrs. Turner went out of the house with their luggage on their hands. He could hear them closing the door shut, and pulling their car over but none of these bothered him to get up. He didn't even managed to say goodbye, in the first place he didn't even thought of that. Timmy remained like that for a long time until someone knocked at the door. Still feeling discouraged to do anything, he just yelled out but he made sure that it's enough for the person outside to hear it.

"Come in!" Timmy said, feeling agitated by the fact that he felt invaded on his own personal misery.

Vicky opened the door and closed it shut behind her, slightly wiping the dirt off her shoes by the carpet. It took a moment for her to see Timmy there, because usually he'd just stay upstairs whenever she's there unless he got something to take care of. She walked closer to the couch and wondered what's wrong with him.

"Feeling down, eh?" Vicky said with her normally mean voice, crossing her arms to her chest. Of course she remembered that night when Timmy stopped her, but she tried to play it cool since he seemed like he's not in the mood for anything.

Timmy didn't answer with his eyes fixated on the flashing screen of the television that serves as the only source of light in the living room. Vicky rolled her eyes and thought of something to say.

"Oh if you don't mind, you're in my seat. So you might want to get the hell up." She tried to be bossy around again. In fact, she doesn't really want him to leave but she must do something to wake up his senses. Vicky admits to herself that it's really boring when there's no one to play around with, especially Timmy, her favorite victim… It was since that time when Timmy would lock himself inside his room until morning where it's scheduled for Vicky to leave already. Although she can't say that she missed him, that's just too much.

"Excuse me, but this is my house and MY couch!" Surprisingly, this made him sat up and yelled back at her. Vicky felt irritated at this behavior, but she realized that it was fun anyway to piss him off more.

"Why don't you bring your drama llama up to your room and curl yourself into a ball, rock back and forth like a crybaby?" She responded with her arms still crossed, smirking at the situation. It turned out just like what she wanted.

"Fuck off, Vicky!" Timmy snapped back which made Vicky surprised. She was never, ever cursed by any kid she babysits… That's because they're scared to get on her nerves. But right here, right now, the boy she babysat for 7 years just told her to fuck off… And he said it straight to her face. The irritated 16 year old boy finally got up to his feet and walked out of the living room and was about to climb upstairs.

"Oh by the way, I'll be here every day as much as possible. In case you didn't know. But I'll just bring my stuff tomorrow." Said Vicky, hopefully it would piss him off even more.

It took a few seconds before his mind registered just what she told him. He was halted from his tracks with his eyes widened. The fact that he wasn't listening earlier made him even more tense and was about to blame his parents for not telling him, but he eventually realized it was his fault.

"What did you say?" Timmy said in a low voice, slowly turning his head around to see Vicky humming and looking at her fingers in a mocking way. He clearly heard it, and in the back of his mind he was immediately against it. But he had to repeat it again for a reason, it's simply unbelievable.

"You deaf or something?" She replied, shaking her head and rolling her eyes off as she sat down at the couch, crossing her legs and putting up her arms up to her sides against the backrest to get a more comfortable position.

Timmy had to get back to her. He went back to the living room, standing in front of Vicky and blocking the television view. She played as if she was annoyed, but looking down she was smirking to herself.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

She merely giggled and stood up in front of Timmy, only a few inches away from him. They were at the same height already, which make things easier for her. She rose up her index finger, resting it against Timmy's lips to stop him from talking any further. Smiling seductively, she leaned in closer and stopped at the side of his cheek to whisper on him.

"That means we can have so much fun." There was an emphasis at the last word which made the naïve teenager to swallow a lump on his throat. Her warm breath sent chills down his spine and made his arm hairs stand up. Suddenly, the memories of his fight with Trixie earlier were washed away by the current situation.

Vicky smiled to herself, seeing how nervous Timmy was. She loves to watch him suffering, only in her hands. He's an easy toy for her to use and that makes things even more exciting. Using her sharp and long fingernails, she slid it down to his neck, to his chest, to his stomach and slipped the tip of it on his pants' hipline, stopping right there.

Timmy tried to move away but Vicky only pulled him closer with their bodies making contact to each other. She could feel him tense up in which she's gladly in favor with, the smug never leaving her face.

"V-Vicky, I-I-I'm c-coming ups-stairs now…" He was stuttering and the tone of his voice was shaking. He didn't even understand his own words. This is probably worse than Vicky trying to strip in front of him. Timmy knew himself that he's being a chicken in a situation like this, but he really doesn't know what to do. There's no way in hell he's going to respond to her touches, much less gain his consent. But despite this mindset of his, he seemed to be stuck in there for a long time now.

"You're so cute when you're trying to resist, twerp." Vicky said at the red faced and nervous boy in front of her right now. She leaned in closer and closer, their hot breaths steaming out of their mouths and hitting each other's faces. Timmy was paralyzed, it's like as if she did some witchcraft to control his body. In just a matter of less than seconds, Vicky's finally going to attach her lips to his until…