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[indent]What was she doing? 

Trixie pushed up her voluminous hair and bit her lip at her phone’s camera. [i]Snap![/i] Adding no filter, she put glow text at the bottom picture: [color=15603A]Thinking about you<333[/color] Trixie was in a stall of one of the few bathrooms on the Destiny, taking selfies and sending it off to [i]someone[/i] in hopes he’d respond. He wasn’t responding! Was she not being hot enough?! Her luscious lips fell into a pout. He always responded fast. Even if he didn’t respond, she saw when he opened her snaps, which was [i]always[/i] moments after she sent them. 

What has gotten into her?

Her sober self would regret this in the morning, but right now, her drunk, [i]desperate[/i] self, who missed the man she gave so much heart and time to, had no chains holding her back. No friend to snatch her phone away from her and tell her she was making a grave mistake. No friend to tell her negative things that only added to her insecurities. No friend to tell her NO. No, she was sheltered by the stall walls and could do whatever she fucking wanted! With no judgement, but herself and how daring she could get. Pushing her boobs together, making her cleavage more visible than it already was, she recorded herself leaning closer to the camera lense and licking at it like a cat. Oh god, she was being so provocative and they were broken up! 

What was she doing?  

Ending the recording, she turned off the sound, so there wasn’t unnecessary background noise, and then typed: [color=15603A]Meet me halfway?[/color] Referencing the Black Eyed Peas song. Her cheeks, as rosy as they were from all the alcohol, was not the noticeable thing about her. What stood out in every pic, every video, she sent to her ex, was her eyes. They read one obvious thing. She still wanted him. She still missed him. She was hardly over him. She [i]needed[/i] Owen.

Just when she was going to get even more promiscuous, like pull down her dress to show all her chest,  she froze as two people entered the bathroom. Keeping quiet, no longer taking snaps, she focused on steadying her breathing — she got a little [i]excited[/i] before they came in. 

[color=7fc19e][b]“How’s it going? Is he kissing you lot? What have you guys done? Did he touch your butt?! Tell me everything! I want details.”[/b][/color]  Trixie narrowed her eyes, trying to figure out the face to the voice. Peeking through the crack of the stall, she snoopily tried to catch sight of these two girls. [color=7fc19e][b]“Dude, is the mirror framed with real gold? What the hell?”[/b][/color]

[color=ffefd5][b]“We...kissed. Tongue...yes. Many times. We…”[/b][/color] Okay, one was Min-seo. The foreign exchange student that switched with Hail’s sister, Cyndi. The foreign exchange student that was attached to Henry’s hip. As Min continued to explain her sexual exploit, Trixie’s facial expression displayed her surprise (and her disgust).  

They fucked?! [color=7fc19e][b]“You FUCKED!?”[/b][/color]

Then suddenly, this other girl went all in on the dude’s, who Trixie would assume was Henry’s, dick. Oh no, no. Stop. [b]STOP![/b] She didn’t need these mental images in her head. Why was this kid so curious about Henry’s dick?! Trixie gagged when Min said Henry was big. This was too much information to hear about her cousin. She didn’t want to know anything about Henry’s DICK! 

Was this fucking kid telling Min, innocent Min, to give Henry a blowjob?! In this moment, Trixie wished she 'snapped' in a different area on the boat. Maybe after they left, she’d find bleach and drink it. After some lollipop analogy and the discovery of Min moving into Henry’s bedroom, the girls left and Trixie threw the stall door open. [color=15603A][b]“That did NOT just happen.”[/b][/color] She went to the sink, turned the faucet on, and then bent her body over so she could get a drink of water. She could’ve lived without knowing any of this. 

Trixie wouldn’t get a moment of clarity. Not to drink bleach, or send Owen more snaps, or even finish her drink of water, before the door burst open once again. This time, it was one of Trixie’s friends: Ophelia. Lia froze as she stared at Trixie, silent for a few seconds, before Ophelia took the glass of whatever it was that was in her hand and slammed it down. [color=eda946][b]“HI TRIXIE.”[/b][/color] She blurted, before she threw the shot glass on the ground, watching it explode in a million pieces. [color=eda946][b]“You are not who I was looking for, like, at all. BUT, that’s okay!”[/b][/color] Ophelia took a deep breath, and had to remind herself of her new goals in life: new year, new me. No more gross lies, no more webs. No more Hailey, probably.

No more life, likely?

But it was important! This was the big one, standing right in front of her in the flesh. Ophelia’s biggest regret, Hailey’s greatest play. Trixie Kingsley. Well, and Owen Lyon, who it seemed had been smart enough to not show up to another party. Good on him. [color=eda946][b]“Can we talk?”[/b][/color]

[color=15603A][b]“Yeah, sure, Fifi.”[/b][/color] Turning off the faucet, Trixie turned around, slipping her phone in her purse. She stared at Ophelia expectantly. [color=15603A][b]“Oh! Before we talk, who were you looking for? I might’ve seen them.”[/b][/color] Trixie gave Lia a loving smile. 

[color=eda946][b]“Uh, little blonde girl? About yay high, wearing a black dress? I’ve misplaced my freshie…”[/b][/color] Ophelia said, gesturing with her hands for what was roughly Kit’s height, the very same blonde girl that had left the room just moments before. Rather than give Trixie a chance to respond, though, Ophelia waved her hand. [color=eda946][b]“Not important. This is important.”[/b][/color] Ophelia paused for a moment again, wishing she had another shot — but she didn’t. The last one was going to have to be it for the liquid courage.

[color=eda946][b]“Oh, geeze, where do I start?”[/b][/color]

A brief pause.

[color=eda946][b]“Okay. Owen never cheated on you, dude.”[/b][/color] There, that was a good start. [color=eda946][b]“I lied. I took pictures of him with Rose — that’s who the blonde girl in the pictures is, for the record — but before I did that I spent like six months telling you little things to try and make you doubt him, then it worked. Hailey didn’t want him around anymore, and Hailey’s like… scary, dude. So I just did it. WOW. I feel like, lightyears better. But wait, there’s more! Owen knows that I lied about it, but Hailey and I convinced you to never talk to him, so he never had a chance to fight his own battle. Everything wrong that’s happened to you in the past few months is because of me. Well, Hailey too, but mostly me.”[/b][/color]

Ophelia took another breath, and put her hands on Trixie’s shoulders. [color=eda946][b]“Trixie, I don’t care if you hate me now, but I’m not going to live in a lie anymore, I can’t do it. It’s too much, it hurts. It’s not what I’m about. You need to get off of this boat and you need to get to your man, dude. Fix it, before the damage is too severe, and it can’t be fixed.”[/b][/color]

What? Trixie’s mind grew hazy. Was she being for real right now? There was pain, anger, and confusion written in her eyes. Her insides felt tight and in this moment, she felt completely shattered. The first thing that came into her mind was the article she wrote. What… what did she do? 

Unlike when she was in the stall, controlling her breathing wasn’t as easy, [color=15603A][b]“You’re lying… this is all some sick fucking joke. RIGHT?!”[/b][/color] All the emotional pain she’s been through, the invisible scars, took surface. Her aura seethed with bitter anger and tears started trailing down her cheeks. Clenching her fists too hard, her knuckles grew white. This wasn’t true. Please, this was just another lie. 

Ophelia didn’t say anything at first, instead shaking her head looking down at her feet. There was no way she could have prepared herself properly for Trixie’s reaction, after all her entire world was being brought down around her. High school was a bitch, wasn’t it? [color=eda946][b]“No, Trixie. That’s the truth. It’s late, and I’m sorry.”[/b][/color]

Trixie closed her eyes, tried her best to remind herself of things she use to tell Owen. Calm down. It’s not worth it. Breathe. Everything’s going to be okay. We’ll be okay. Don’t stoop down to their level. The problem was, they weren’t okay and it was thanks to her so-called friends. And, well, her. She believed them. 

[color=15603A][b]“Don’t touch me.”[/b][/color] The latina spat out. Words she thought she’d never say to Ophelia. Unfortunately, for the amount of alcohol she did drink and the lack of any restraint besides her own willpower, Trixie couldn’t hold herself back from her next move. No, she was done holding herself back. Not anymore. Another thing she’d regret in the morning. 

When Ophelia stepped back, there was no chance for her to escape when Trixie slammed her fist into her face. Not a bitch slap. A literal punch. [color=15603A][b]“I fucking hate you.”[/b][/color] No one saw Trixie as a fighter, because if she could, she used her words, but she had anger that derived from her parents and lessons from Owen on how to defend herself. The tears could no longer be held back and they flooded down her face. Trixie opened her purse, took out a wallet picture of her, Hailey, and Ophelia, tossed it on her ex-friend, and ran out the bathroom. 

She wanted to die. 

Ophelia didn’t even bother to hit back after she got slugged in the face — she deserved it a little bit. Rather than follow after Trixie, Ophelia just rubbed her face and watched as she ran away. That was that… She looked down at the picture and frowned, before crumpling it up and tossing it in trashcan off to the side. [color=eda946][b]“...worth it, I guess. One step at a time...”[/b][/color]

As she ran, to the only section of the boat that made sense to her, the bow railing so she could [i]jump the fuck off[/i], Trixie tried to call Owen, who still wasn’t responding. First call. Straight to voicemail. Second call. Straight to voicemail. 

[color=a52521][b]“This is Owen, leave a message and I’ll call you back as soon as I can.”[/b][/color]

This time however, there wasn’t a pleasant beep signifying that Trixie should talk if she wanted to leave a message. Instead, Owen’s Assistant started talking in Trixie’s ear. [color=4ed3a2][b]“Leave a message or stop calling! Owen’s with his mom and he doesn’t want any notifications! EVEN HIGH PRIORITY ONES FROM YOU! You’re worse than fucking spam calls.”[/b][/color] [i]click.[/i]

Okay… Fourth call… bringing her run to a walk, she went on the deck and to the pointy end, [color=15603A][b]“Owen, I’m so sorry. I’m literally the worst person. I didn’t mean anything I said. I know you’ll hate me forever, but I just wanted to tell you that I’m sorry. I’m just going to solve everyone’s problems now and disappear. I don’t deserve you and I’m so, so sorry, that I ruined your life. We were probably better off not knowing one another. Even if that’s true… I still love—”[/b][/color] Her message got cut off. 

Okay, time to die now. Trixie climbed up and balanced herself on the railing. For a girl known for her journalism, she was extremely well equipped. 

Record scratch. Freeze frame. That’s how Jamie Callaghan felt as he watched Trixie climb up onto a railing, balancing over a precarious drop. [color=31ba9f][i]How in the fuck do I land myself in these situations?[/i][/color] The young journalist dropped his drink, letting the glass shatter on the floor as he sprinted over to the girl, his sometimes friend, sometimes enemy, his words reaching her moments before he did. [color=31ba9f][b]“Trixie! Holy fuck, get down! You’re gonna get yourself killed!”[/b][/color] he shouted, unaware that that may be the point.

[color=15603A][b]“Jamie?”[/b][/color] Trixie felt a tug and suddenly she lost balance and fell into her frenemy’s arms. There were many words she wanted to say, but all she could do was cry into his chest. Why was he the one that saved her, out of everyone on this whole entire boat? Jamie-fucking-Callaghan someone she loved to hate but appreciated his company more so than she could admit. Her hero for the night. 

After she drenched his shirt, she gently pounded his chest with her head, [color=15603A][b]“You fucking idiot, Marshall is in love with you and you’re going to lose your chance if you’re not honest with him! Stupid! Don’t push him away…. you’ll end up like me.”[/b][/color] She looked up at him; believe it or not, he was her best friend, more so than Marshall, even if at times he was a damn eyesore, and she gave a broken smile, [color=15603A][b]“Miserable.”[/b][/color]  

[color=31ba9f][b]“I know, I’ve been trying to find him and make things right all night, it’s just, well he’s a hard guy to find,”[/b][/color] Jamie explained before shaking his head. [color=31ba9f][b]“Whoa, but Marshall and I is beyooond irrelevant right now! Trix, you damn near killed yourself! Are you okay? That’s stupid, of course you aren’t!”[/b][/color]

[color=15603A][b]“I punched Ophelia in the face.”[/b][/color] Trixie interrupted her friend and showed her bruised knuckles. Yeah, she went hard. 

Jamie’s eyes widened in shock. [color=31ba9f][b]“Why?!”[/b][/color] he exclaimed, confusion and shock clear on his face.

[color=15603A][b]“She’s a little BITCH. That’s WHY.”[/b][/color] Okay, yeah, Trix was still angry. [color=15603A][b]“Your project is all for nought, because I know everything now. Everything was a goddamn lie and I believed the goddamn lie making me a horrible person because I wrote in The Cowardly Lyon that Owen has a tiny dick when he doesn’t have a tiny dick at all! Hailey’s the devil incarnate. Ophelia is her accomplice and the true, fucking coward. And I’m just a gullible, piece of shit, that didn’t hear the whole fucking story!”[/b][/color] 

Trixie didn’t know how loud she was being, but honestly, she didn’t fucking care at this point. [color=15603A][b]“Ophelia is suppose to be for love, right? Fuck that shit. She told me things, very bad things, like Owen would grow tired of me, or that I should keep an eye on him because he has a lot of girls going to the combat club. I started comparing myself to their bodies. Did you know I almost became a bulimic because I thought he thought I was fat?! Or like, he has a mamá complex and I’d never compare to her, when she’s the most lovable mother I’ve ever met!”[/b][/color]

Breathe, Trixie, breathe. 

[color=15603A][b]“I would never be important to him… and that thought killed me. Even though deep down… I knew it was all a lie. I fucking [i]knew[/i]. But then I saw that picture and that picture was simply angled right, when I knew Rose would always take naps on the closest person near her at family barbeques… I knew… and this all was because Owen told Hailey off after she was a god awful person to Jennifer. I’m so fucking stupid, Jamie. I’m supposed to not settle until I find out the truth. I’m supposed to be a journalist. I’m supposed to be better than this… I guess… I’m not cut out for any of this. I’m not cut out to be alive… I [i]want[/i] to die.”[/b][/color] 

Jamie hadn’t been expecting this. Not one bit. Of course, Trix’s story made sense, and Hailey being behind the breakup was no shocker. What was shocking, was seeing Trixie this vulnerable. [color=31ba9f][b]“Hey, we all fuck up. All of us. Look at my life for fucks sake! Owen will forgive you. He’s a mess without you! And just imagine the look on Hailey’s face when she sees you two walking the halls again. She’ll shake so hard her new sex slave will be able to use her as a sex toy”[/b][/color] Jamie said, smiling down at Trixie, doing his damndest to lighten the mood.

He was doing a good job at it. Cheering her up. Trixie let out a silent giggle, honestly exhausted from the rush of emotions, [color=15603A][b]“You’re right and even if I have to work to get him back, I’m going to make this right. Just like you’re trying to with Marsh.”[/b][/color] 

Relief washed over her and a new found confidence too. Trixie was determined. She would win Owen back. It may take time, she wasn’t necessarily sure, but she was going to get back the person that made her the happiest. [color=15603A][b]“We’re all just a bunch of fuck ups. The Weekend Warrior reminds us of that every week.”[/b][/color] Trixie smiled, before leaning in and kissing Jamie on the cheek. Something she’s never done before. As a ‘reward’ she left her lipstick mark on his face. [color=15603A][b]“Thank you, Jamie. You came when I needed someone the most. I’ll never forget that.”[/b][/color]

Looking around, at some of the stares, Trixie cleared her throat and pulled away from him, [color=15603A][b]“This doesn’t change anything between us! When I’m back, we’ll be laughing at each other and making jabs. Forever and always.”[/b][/color] Adjusting her dress, she looked around, noticing how far they’ve already traveled at sea, [color=15603A][b]“If only I had a way off…”[/b][/color] 

There was the sound of someone clearing their throat from behind them, before a familiar (to both of them) voice filled the air. [color=7fc19e][b]“IF I MAY, [i]interject[/i]. Well, I mean, first… I just want you to know that I’ve been standing off to the side for like that whole deal, and you guys are like super entertaining. Way better than reality TV! Anyway! I may have a solution to you needing a way to get off.”[/b][/color] It was Kit. Why wouldn’t it be Kit? It was always Kit. [color=7fc19e][b]“You there, girl! Have you ever played Grand Theft Auto?”[/b][/color]

[color=15603A][b]“Yes…”[/b][/color] That was the voice from earlier in the bathroom with Min. Now Trixie could see her face up close and personal. Kit Thomas. A freshman that’s been hanging out with Ophelia lately. The same freshman that Ophelia was looking for. The freshman that Trixie knew better as Owen’s doctor’s child. [color=15603A][b]“What about it?”[/b][/color] 

[color=7fc19e][b]“WAIT. Before I tell you my plan, you have to make me a promise. A PINKY. Promise.”[/b][/color] Kit said, moving closer to Trixie and throwing her pinky out, fully ready to take advantage of the desperate girl. [color=7fc19e][b]“You have to swear to publish Henry’s next movie review. He tries really hard and you don’t let people read his opinions!”[/b][/color] Kit said, before thrusting her pinky out.

She’s got to be fucking kidding. Right? [color=15603A][b]“And you think Henry’s movie reviews are going to get the newspaper traction?”[/b][/color] 

[color=7fc19e][b]“Yeah, dude. People like Henry [i]and[/i] movies way more than they like either of you two! Give the guy a chance! People need to know what movies they should watch!”[/b][/color]

Jamie was annoyed, both at Kit’s presence and her assumption that she had any right to negotiate with them. Rather than speak out though, he remained calm. He wasn’t going to promise Kit anything.

Tapping her finger on her thigh, Trixie heavily sighed. Fine. The Newspaper was dying. She’d have to build a proposal for… the student council president… to combine the Newspaper club with the TV & Broadcasting club soon anyways. A back up plan. Her priority as of now wasn’t school, though. It was Owen.  [color=15603A][b]“You got it, [i]dude[/i].”[/b][/color] Trixie offered her pinky. [color=15603A][b]“One published movie review in the next Orange & Black—”[/b][/color] Potentially the last. [color=15603A][b]“—written by Henry Green.”[/b][/color] The boy with the, quote, not small like lollipop, unquote, penis. 

[color=7fc19e][b]“Score! Alright so anyway, in Grand Theft Auto, there’s this mission, right? Called Coveted? In it, you steal a helicopter and steal some giant cargo crates and move at HIGH speeds! So, like… well, what I’m saying is! There’s a helicopter up by the hot tub, man! Let’s go, you can steal it! Some real GANGSTER SHIT!”[/b][/color] Kit beamed up at Trixie as she pointed near where the helicopter was parked. [color=7fc19e][b]“If it’s anything like the game, when you jump in the helichopper, it’ll start playin’ Fuck Da Police!”[/b][/color]

[color=15603A][b]“Half a good plan. I’m not stealing a chopper that belongs to a [i]Helmsley[/i], but I will talk to one to get permission. Brian, in particular. Becca hates my guts and I doubt Bailee would even acknowledge me. Do you know where I could find him?”[/b][/color] 

[color=7fc19e][b]“No balllsssssss. It’s easier to ask forgiveness than permission! I got no idea where he is, but I have his phone number! He answers.”[/b][/color] Kit pulled out her phone and hit a few buttons, before thrusting it in Trixie’s direction. Ring ring.

Beatrix waited for the line to be answered, when it was, she immediately went straight to the chase, [color=15603A][b]“Hi, Brian. It’s Trixie. We never talk, but, like, can I use your helicopter to see Owen and tell him I’m a dumbass?”[/b][/color] 

[color=0598bc][b]“I’m sorry, who is this? You’re not Kit. Is she giving her phone to strangers again? Remind her that her parents told her not to do that.”[/b][/color]

Oh, right. He’s been gone for a millenium. [color=15603A][b]“Beatrix Kingsley. Owen’s ex.”[/b][/color]

[color=0598bc][b]“Oh, the bitch.”[/b][/color] There was a pause. [color=0598bc][b]“Do you have a place you intend to land it?”[/b][/color]

[color=15603A][b]“Yes… the one and only. And straight to the Four Corners.”[/b][/color] Trixie knew he knew about the Four Corners. If he didn’t, his father would be ashamed of him. Sebastian Lyon was only the best friend to his grandfather, Christopher Helmsley, and built the Four Corners from ground up. The place where most Lyons could be found. 

[color=0598bc][b]“I suppose. Just don’t touch anything, and the Assistant will get you there. Don’t talk to her either. She’ll be busy, flying a helicopter. Make sure you give Kit her phone back, and let them know that the speech is soon.”[/b][/color] [i]Click.[/i]

What a lovely conversation. At least he said yes. Handing Kit her phone back, Trixie did exactly what Brian requested, oddly obedient because she knew if she did things right, she’d be one step closer to Owen, [color=15603A][b]“The speech is soon. Thanks again.”[/b][/color] 

[color=7fc19e][b]“Aye, cap’n! And remember, if you get in the helicopter, and some real gangster shit doesn’t start playing, call Brian AND DEMAND YOUR MONEY BACK, DUDE. Thanks! I’ll tell Henry next time I see him. Gotta go find a seat!”[/b][/color] Kit waved, and turned and ran off.

Fucking Kit.

When the strange, abrasive girl ran off, an oddity to the fallen ‘lady-in-waiting’ (she supposed that was her old title, when she was at Hailey’s beck and call), Trixie turned to Jamie. No more tears trailing down her face. No, she was ready. Ready to make things right. [color=15603A][b]“You may be a fuck up, Jamie Callaghan, but you’re a good fuck up. A fuck up I’d be lost without.”[/b][/color] She hugged him one last time before shooing him away,  [color=15603A][b]“Enough about me. GO FIND YOUR MAN.”[/b][/color] 

Jamie grinned at Trixie, shaking his head and quickly running off, to oh so hopefully find his man.
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