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[color=gray][color=15603A][b]A Mean Girl[/b][/color] & [color=F49AC2][b]A Foreigner[/b][/color][/color][/sub]
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[indent]If circumstances were different, this night could’ve been the best night of her life.  Slumped in the bathtub of Damian’s parents’ bathroom, Trixie did the only thing she could think of doing. She cried. Water spilled down her face, her jaw felt like it was trembling, and her world kept spinning. And spinning. And spinning.

Why was she even here? 

Her dark gaze was fixated on the tub’s faucet. The faucet was golden, fit for royalty, and the tub itself was porcelain white, causing the ceiling light to reflect off of it. This tub alone could probably pay off some poor college student’s debt. 

With her shoes off, she used her toes to start the water and stop it from draining. The water was freezing cold, but she didn’t mind. Thing was, the cold helped ease the pain that the past couple of months forced upon her. If she stayed here, she would be comfortably numb. Nothing would matter. 

Trixie let the water slowly rise until most of her body was submerged in the clear liquid. If she were to drown, would people care? When the water started to overflow, she used her toes once again to turn the faucet off. The tears wouldn’t stop. It was the kind of sobbing from a person drained of all hope. Was this what it felt like to be at your all time low? Or was this because she reached the point of no return with all that alcohol she drank? 

Why did everything feel so heavy? 

Raising her hands up, Trixie covered her face as her breathing turned into hyperventilating and her whimpers became muffled by her palms. The last time she cried like this was when she found out Owen no longer was her’s. When Owen chose someone over her. When her heart broke. The new disturbing reality that arrived uninvited. 

Everything came crashing in one single moment. Thanks to Hailey and Ophelia. Trixie wanted to smile, laugh along with her friends, but something in her squeezed her chest tightly, like there were piercing nails digging into her heart. The world that once was so bright, turned bleak. She was ugly, evil, and stupid. If anything, she deserved this. Every ounce of emotion she was feeling, she deserved completely. This is how things were supposed to be. Her life wasn’t meant to have a fairytale ending. She wasn’t meant to be happy.

Before her thoughts could plymouth anymore, there was a sudden knock on the door that caused her to flinch in surprise. Trying to grab her composure, she cleared her throat and ‘cooly’ responded, [color=15603A][b]“It’s… It’s going to be awhile!”[/b][/color] To her discovery, on the other side, was none other than Riley Well’s. The Voice of Beverly Hills High. 

His question caused her to raise an eyebrow. [color=426f6f][b]“...you good?”[/b][/color] Was he legitimately concerned about her? No, he couldn’t be. It was most likely because she was in the bathroom for ten minutes already. She needed more time. There was no way in hell she would go out like this. Ophelia wouldn’t be happy at the sight of her at all. Trixie, one of the top girls of the school, looking pathetic and weak. The perfect example for the student body.

[color=15603A][b]“O-of course! I’m just letting it all out!”[/b][/color] Trixie pretended to be puking, hoping the sounds were convincing enough for the boy to walk away. When he did dismiss himself, the latina gave a sigh of relief. A little bit more time…

With Riley’s dismissal, Trixie slid down into the water, letting it block out the sounds around her. How long should she stay under here? Oddly enough, being in the water wasn’t too different than her reality. The feeling of suffocation…

Her eyes shot open with a sudden realization. Suffocation? Shooting up, her body completely soaked, the brunette stood in the tub, shivering. She needed to leave. Hurriedly, she hopped out of the tub, making sure she didn’t slip or anything, and opened the window. The only way to leave without being seen by Ophelia. 

Forgetting her shoes, but stopping herself to turn back to unlock the door for anyone who had to use the bathroom, Trixie was ready. To run. Climbing out of the window, not so gracefully, Trixie found herself stumbling out and falling right on her ass, in front of the sex tents. No time to think! She had to go. Her makeup was ruined and her nipples were most definitely showing through her outfit. After picking herself up, with reckless abandon, she charged in a random direction and hoped she would find a getaway car, as if she had just robbed a bank. 

Instead of a car, she found a human. Or more like, crashed into a blonde girl to where she was lying on top of her.  [color=15603A][b]“Oh, um, sorry…”[/b][/color]

The party had become a bit much for Elodie. Normally, back at home, she would’ve gone outside with her friends. They would smoke, she would not. But still, she would be among friends and just chat until they all felt ready to go in again. In LA she couldn’t go outside with anyone yet. That didn’t stop her though. On the beach, she watched the dark water. Far, far away she could barely see the point where water became sky. It was moments like these that she realized how people thought gods could exist. If you looked at a horizon like this, how could you not believe in something supernatural? Of course, people now replaced the gods with science. But that was harder. Maybe too hard? Alas, not everything was replaced.

With a smile, Elodie threw a small gaze next to her. Towards the tents. Not all gods were replaced. Love was still that unexplainable mystery it was many years ago. What drove two people to just look at each other and think: this is the person I want to live my life with. Not just an hour or two a day. I literally want this person in my life for the rest of my life. Scientists could babble about hormones as much as they wanted. But to Elodie, love was so much more. It was a connection higher than the basic, animalistic senses.

Deep in her own mind, looking at the dark ocean before her as she sipped her drink, Elodie barely saw the girl. Something in the corners of her eyes, that’s all she saw. Her reactions made her turn right before the collision. The two girls fell down on the sand. Elodie’s red cup flew through the air and landed somewhere a lot further from them. [color=f49ac2][b]“No-No need to be sorry.”[/b][/color] Elodie said as her senses returned to her. [color=f49ac2][b]“Wow you're cold. I can feel your-“[/b] [i]Don’t say it![/i] [b]“Is the water that freezing?”[/b][/color] Elodie asked jokingly. Before she got a good view of the girl’s face. Her make-up was ruined and her cheeks red. She had cried. Elodie recognized it immediately. [color=f49ac2][b]“Oh you are not okay.”[/b][/color] the playfulness went out of her voice immediately. Worry replaced it.

Something switched in Trixie, the moment she was in the presence of a stranger. Picking herself up (off the other girl), but staying on the ground, the brunette wiped her face - as if she was cleaning herself up - and gave a weak smile, [color=15603A][b]“What? All this? It was a [i]little[/i] accident!”[/b][/color] Her body shivered, as the cool breeze hit her skin. Part of her nature, a mechanism built over the years, was to act like she was okay even if [i]clearly[/i] she wasn’t. Scanning the area to make sure Ophelia, Selena, or any of the Candies for that matter weren’t in the general vicinity, Trixie softly asked the girl,  [color=15603A][b]“Enjoying yourself? Isn’t this party just great?”[/b][/color] So far, the stranger did not recognize her and honestly, that feeling gave her relief.  

[color=f49ac2][b]“Yeah, it sure is.”[/b][/color] Elodie answered carefully as she sat up next to the girl. Why did she lie? Why did she think she should lie? Her eyes went up and down Trixie, examining her whole body. No, she wasn’t alright. But girls have cried at parties before. Even Elodie has cried at a party before. In a toilet even, just to get away from everyone for a moment. Most recovered. With a mixture of caution and playful happiness that was returning she said: [color=f49ac2][b]“Come on.”[/b][/color] As she got up and took off her jacket. [color=f49ac2][b]“You look like you could use a cocktail. Something fruity!”[/b][/color] She held out her hand to help Trixie up from the floor, ready to offer her jacket so the girl would at least be somewhat sheltered from the wind. She was shivering all over!

Graciously, Trixie did take the kind soul’s jacket, who was definitely bigger than her in height (5’8” versus 4’11”).   [color=15603A][b]“Can we--”[/b][/color] The ‘mean girl’ kept her feet planted in the sand, while she closed the jacket for warmth, [color=15603A][b]“--get it somewhere else? Away from here?”[/b][/color] There was no reason to be here if she knew she wasn’t going to enjoy herself, and Hailey herself didn’t even stay, which Trixie was still wondering ‘why’. Why come all this way just to go back home? 

Who knows if this stranger would keep her company for the night! But, Trixie didn’t want to be alone. Is this a good time to introduce herself? Or would this make the girl turn her down? Taking a risk, Beatrix bit the bottom of her lip before finally saying her name, [color=15603A][b]“Trixie, by the way.”[/b][/color] There was only one Beatrix, Trixie, Kingsley at Beverly Hills High.

The base was droning on behind Elodie. People were laughing and she could hear people kissing in the tents next to them. Even though she went off into the deep end way too early, she was having a good time. A genuinely good time. And she still hadn’t met Ophelia yet and she really wanted to meet Ophelia. Yet one look at the girl’s face made her rethink it all.

[color=f49ac2][b]“Sure.”[/b][/color] Elodie said as she conjured up her keys and pressed a button. Somewhere in a parking lot not too far away a car rumbled into life and drove away on its own. [color=f49ac2][b]“Oh and I’m Elodie. Nice to meet you.”[/b][/color] Elodie went in and hugged Trixie tight. Right then the car arrived on the street, not very far from the two girls. [color=f49ac2][b]“C’mon, that’s our ride!”[/b][/color] She said, taking Trixie by the hand and leading her up to the vehicle. Once in, Elodie offered one of the bottles she had sitting in the mini, built-in fridge as she asked: [color=f49ac2][b]“So what’s your story?”[/b][/color][/indent]