Tsundere Trixie (Incomplete)

>Be Anon
>Time for Chemistry
>Chemistry
>Meaning, you have to be an ass-monkey for Trixie
>You don't mind the labor, but the degrading insults could get on your nerves a tad
>Ultimately, it beats any other subject, since you basically just copy off of Twilight and fuck around
>However, ever since last week you've notice a certain flow about her
>She invited you over to her table for lunch last week, and ever since, she's got this way that she just carries herself
>Is this true love?
>Are turning into a faggot?
>Both are possibilities
>You decide to ask her up front
>Make a little date
>Well, not date..
>A little get-together
>Yeah..
>That.
>But will she even listen?
>You've known her for roughly two months
>She probably won't even let you finish a damn sentence
>Not wasting anytime you start the mixture, paying almost no attention
>Hell, she won't even listen to you, let alone keep the date
>You've been through this before with these kind of girls
>It will only end with Tears, Ice-cream, and a T.V. playing re-runs of Hi-Hi Puffy Ami Yumi
>This is what you predict of your life
>Get used to it.

>You finish the mixture, spilling about 60% of the liquids onto the black table
>No worries
>An ass-monkey messes up from time to time
>You submit it to Trixie
>"VOILÀ! TRIXIE HAS COMPLETED HER ASSIGNMENT! UNLIKE TWILIGHT SPARKLE!"
>You look at Twilight
>Even she's gotten used to her insults
>It's become the norm when you're hanging around people like Trixie
>You think the whole school knows the first rule when it comes to this
>Never let her get on your nerves
>The Teacher comes over and collects the vial
>You never really talk much after all that
>Just do your work while Trixie mocks others and catch up on sleep
>That was how you spent the period
>You feel the urge in your stomach, spine, and heart
>It prompts you to sit up a little straighter
>You've felt it every time you're around her since last week
>Whether it be dumb bravery, or if you're off your medicine, you had to ask her some how
>This was never ever your strong suit
>But this had to come some day.

>She's talking to one of the few students she actually gets along with
>Maybe now's a good time..
"U-Uhm..Trixie?"
>She pivots in her seat
>"Yes, Anonymous?"
>Damn it
>The way she addresses you is enough to keep you in place
>No one ever calls you Anonymous, except for the staff
>Hell, they just call you by your last name
>Even your parents call you Non, or Nonny
>But never Anonymous
>It's not that alone
>Her purple eyes
>Staring into your soul
>Enough to crack your spirit
"Uh...Never mind."
>You try to bite your tongue, but it's too late
>"Hmp.."
>8th time this week
>You don't know what's sadder
>The fact that you've been wimping out, or the mere fact that you've been keeping track
>This is what love does to a man
>You get your Notebook that you draw in
>It's a way you can rid of this feeling
>Though your drawings are shit, it helps when it comes to this
>It helps you draw in the bravery
>What's the worst that can happen anyway?
>Its not the fact that she'll deny you
>But the fact that she's not one to be subtle about it
>A whole lecture
>Probably maxing at about...
>Say, 9 paragraphs
>You can't even write 9 paragraphs
>And you're known to crack under pressure
>You exhale
>You gotta get them while they're hot
>Or some douche is bound to swoop in and steal her
>And then you'll be stuck in your apartment alone
>Watching a goofy cartoon about a Japanese masculine guitarist and a past feminine drummer while eating Cookies N' Cream Ice cream on your sofa

>The bell rings, signifying the end of the period
>You stuff your Notebook in your bookbag
>Damn, is this gonna mess with your head
>Most likely your class work too
>Ho-hum
>You'll work up the courage to do it some day
>It's lunch
>Maybe some cheese sticks will ease your stomach irritation

>The bell rings, signifying the end of the period
>You stuff your Notebook in your bookbag
>Damn, is this gonna mess with your head
>Most likely your class work too
>Ho-hum
>You'll work up the courage to do it some day
>It's lunch
>Maybe some cheese sticks will ease your stomach irritation
>you descend the stair case to the cafe, in the basement-level
>You don't question it anymore than you have to
>You go on line, get your lunch and sit down at your table with your interchangeable clique-ites
>Jubilee seems to never change her seat
>She must've established of the table or something
>You look across the cafe
>There she is
>Sitting next to Vinyl..
>You look down at your lunch
>Did she see you?
>You hope not
>You don't wanna be one of those over-bearing types
>Nobody likes those people
>You were almost in a relationship with one of those kind of girls
>Needless to say, It didn't end well.
>Poor girl
>You've never seen her since
>You go back to picking at your half-baked Mac N' Cheese
>Absolutely disgusting
>It'll do
>You scoop up a piece

>You look at it in the plastic spork
>Enough to make you sick to your stomach
>How bad can skipping one day of lunch be?
>You pick up the tray and dump it in the garbage
>"ANONYMOUS! YOU IDIOT!"
"O-Oh, sorry.."
>Some of the Mac N' Cheese splattered onto her blue hoodie and purple dress
>"Sorry!? That's all you have to say!?"
>She's becoming more angry by the second
>You can tell
"I-I'll pay for the dry cleaning bill..S-Sorry.."
>You walk back to the table, severely embarrassed
>You bury your face into your shirt
>Damn it
>How could you be so clumsy?
>Well, It's not ALL your fault
>She came out of nowhere!
>T-Then again..
>Maybe she's actually one to forgive, but not show any clue of it
>Maybe won't effect your chances with her...
>Who are you kidding?
>You've seen the cliche animes
>You might as well give up on her
>The bell rings
>Next period
>Economics
>Ugh.
>At least you have something to take your mind off of this whole ordeal.

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>Damn it
>How the hell were you supposed to know that she took Economics?
>In fact, WHY the hell is she taking Economics!?
>No one you know takes Economics
>No use in trying to take your mind off of it
>You're gonna damage your mental health thinking about it
>You take a breather
>Just focus on the lesson
>Mr. Rich is trying to explain just what the hell the Dow Jones are
>You don't think anyone's following
>Possibly a contributer to the fact that most everyone fails this class
>Why hasn't he been fired yet?
>Did he bribe the Principal?
>Doesn't matter
>You copy the definition he wrote on the board
>That ought'a earn you some credit
>You manage to sneak a peek at Trixie
>She's face down on her desk sleeping
>Guess she's not the only one who suffers from Insomnia
>You yawn
>Looking at her makes you sleepy
>M-Maybe just a few minutes...