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[indent]As editor-in-chief of the Black and Orange, finding out about its [i]great[/i] success today was inevitable for [url=http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2017/02/23/05/3D8D32E300000578-0-image-a-68_1487828072971.jpg]Beatrix[/url] [url=https://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2017/02/23/05/3D8D335B00000578-0-image-a-69_1487828084938.jpg]Kingsley[/url]. Trixie, a girl who cares about upholding a confident, self assured school presence, even if right now her image is very much tainted, made it an absolute to go to school for the rest of the week. And to that decision, she fucking regretted it. The moment she walked onto campus, she could smell the gossip running through the halls and like the fox that she was, the paper found her hands and she was able to read Jamie’s newest article. His most successful yet and completely driven by… her life. 

All eyes were on her and their whispers were a constant. Non stop. All day. Talking about HOT being dead, Trixie being a dumbass for believing in lies, and everyone feeling [i]sorry[/i] for Owen.  Was it smart for her to go to school? Probably not. But, Trixie had to go. She wasn’t going to hide away anymore. If Riley could strut his stuff after saying FUCK YOU to the whole school, so can she!  If only she could find her… greatest apprentice… who ruined any chance she had to mend things with Owen! 

Why did she ask for Jamie’s help again?! 

Oh, that’s right.

She was desperate. 

[color=15603A][b]“Fuck me!”[/b][/color]

Pacing back and forth in the office of the gym, Trixie tried to figure out an explanation for this. An explanation to why their situation, her’s and Owen’s, was basically the headliner of today’s paper, even if it wasn’t on the first page. They were doing so good too! She had just gotten Owen back and now she had to confess it was her fault Jamie even had the idea for the story. It was her fault he could even publish the story. It was her fault… because she gave him permission! Maybe she should text Ophelia and be like: [i]the way you can make up to me is by planning my funeral.[/i] 

No, this wasn’t going to get [i]that[/i] bad. He wasn’t going to break up with her… was he? Oh god, she was a natural disaster and nothing she did was ever right. Trixie collapsed on the futon, burying her head in the pillow, silently screaming. Fuck up after fuck up. Was she ever going to redeem herself?!

Jut outside the office, voices could be heard. One of them belonged to a new face at the gym. [color=f4dd2e][b]“Did I… do okay? Dude you seem pretty salty. HEY, don’t look at me like that! I’m just a messenger, I swear. I thought you’d wanna see it! It had your name in it, and… stuff.”[/b][/color] The voice belonged to non other than Zach Webb, local boy crushing on Sam Lassiter, also known as ‘young grasshopper’ to Owen.

The response came from Owen, who sounded irate — but at least not ballistic. [color=a52521][b]“It’s not you. You did good, kid. I’ll come get you tomorrow, alright? As for Jamie… well, let’s just say that I’m gonna [i]get him.[/i] I will hit that fucking slimey, rotten, no good, nasty motherfucker so hard his fuckin’ children are gonna be born bruised. Fuck that guy. I want [i]one[/i] thing in life, I want some goddamn fuckin’ privacy. But, I can’t have that, because [i]SOMEONE[/i] —”[/b][/color] His voice was intentionally raised, [color=a52521][b]“— likes to hire nosey little [i]PRICKS[/i] to writer articles for the newspaper. Sure would be a shame if I were to see said someone when I opened the door.”[/b][/color] Owen said, though before he could respond, Zach was quick to speak up.

[color=f4dd2e][b]“Is… that… Tank Girl? Wait, don’t answer that. I know, I know. No references. But still, dude! Jamie is gay, you know he’s gay, right? Gay people can’ have kids! They’re… gay! I guess… I’ll see you tomorrow.”[/b][/color] With that last statement, Zach could be heard stepping away from the door…

...and Owen threw it open. [color=a52521][b]“Trixie! What the fuck!?”[/b][/color]

Eep! Snapping herself up from the pillow, resting on her knees on the bed, Trixie met Owen’s gaze nervously. The anxiety in her was crawling up her petite body and getting stuck in her throat. Rather than respond immediately, she played with her hair that flowed over her right shoulder. After sucking her bottom lip, she [i]still[/i] did not know what to say, but if she didn’t say anything, he’d get ten times worse. she timidly asked, [color=15603A][b]“...hi, Owen. How was your day?”[/b][/color] Heh. She was trying, okay! 

[color=a52521][b]“Oh, y’know. It was just fine. I woke up, I worked out with the kid. I took the kid to school. I picked the kid up from school after, because I told him I would and y’know, I’m just a great guy. Right? Kid comes up to me, says he wants to learn to fight so he can make Sam love him, so I agree. Good job Owen. BUT, Kid gets in the Lambo, hands me the newspaper and says I’m mentioned in it. So we get here. And he reads it to me. And I know you know what’s in the article. And I’m just wondering, why you let this happen? I [i]want one thing in life[/i]. To be left alone, and afforded some privacy. Is that so much to ask? Can you not keep your fucking scumbag pet on a short enough leash? You know what I gotta do now right? Gotta stop talkin’ to Marshall, for starters. And then? I gotta kill Jamie. Dammit, Trixie. Get the strap. Where’s he live?”[/b][/color] Owen blew at his bangs, and leaned against the doorway. In fairness to Owen, he was being quite calm, moreso than he had been in the past. On the other hand… he was talking about killing someone like it was the same as taking someone out to eat.

[color=15603A][b]“He lives…”[/b][/color] Trixie could feel the waterworks coming, but she kept them in. She jumped up off the chair and pleadingly apologized, [color=15603A][b]“IT’S ALL MY FAULT, I’M SORRY!”[/b][/color] Her hands were now tugging at her hair, to the point that she was picking some of it out from pure fear. 

[color=a52521][b]“Oh, quit being a baby. I’m not gonna kill him, you can’t kill gays anymore. Everyone says it’s a hate crime.”[/b][/color] Owen shook his head and stepped forward, grabbing Trixe’s hand and prying them off of her hair, and instead slipped their fingers together, so their palms were touching, before he leaned forward and kissed her forehead. [color=a52521][b]“I like your hair, don’t pull it out.”[/b][/color] Owen said, lifting his hands up above her head, bringing her arms up with him, [color=a52521][b]“now, if he was straight? Then I might have to roll on him.”[/b][/color] He kissed her again.

[color=a52521][b]“Just fucking with you. I really do need something from you, though.”[/b][/color]

[color=15603A][b]“What is it?”[/b][/color] How did things change so drastically? She didn’t even explain how the idea was entirely hers because she wanted to get to the bottom of the break up. He couldn’t have possibly found out about the deal she and Jamie made… or could he? Perplexed, Trixie, with wide eyes, looked up at her boyfriend. Was she really not dead yet? 

[color=a52521][b]“I need his mother’s phone number.”[/b][/color] 

Owen smiled, swinging their arms up and down as he gazed into her eyes. [color=a52521][b]“Some people don’t understand that what they’re doing is fundamentally wrong, so you can’t just pound sense into them. I pounded sense into you — ha. Sometimes, you just gotta tell someone’s mom.”[/b][/color] He said, before he shrugged and dropped her hands, walking over to the couch and flopping down on his rear, and shrugging. [color=a52521][b]“I don’t know if you know this, but Jamie came here the other day. To try and get me to talk about my side of the story. I declined. He pushed. I pushed. He left with a sore face. Now, I know that no one on that newspaper does anything without your say so, but we’ll get to you later. One issue at a time.”[/b][/color]

Oh. 

Yeah, that made sense. He simply put two and two together. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know that she led the charge of the newspaper club. Going to Jamie’s mother was actually an exceptionally rational solution to the issue. No violence. Simply getting the person who bled for the boy involved. A mother would be disappointed at an article like that. Trixie already knew once she told her own mother about everything, like the Cowardly Lyon, her mother would give her a earfold. When was her parents arriving to Beverly Hills anyways? She still hasn’t seen them and she thought they were flying last night… [color=15603A][b]“Okay… here.”[/b][/color] Trixie scrolled through her phone and brought up The Callaghans’ house number. Since she was a club administrator, for multiple clubs, she had all the numbers of her members’ ‘emergency contacts’. Just in case.  She shuffled her way to Owen and handed him her phone. 

Owen took the phone, before pulling out his own and adding the number in. Then, he held it back out to Trixie, and let out a long, winded breath. [color=a52521][b]“Now, I’m gonna go see if I can handle this nonviolently. For you. And you, young lady, are going to go sit at home and think about what you’ve done.”[/b][/color] Owen wagged his finger at Trixie, [color=a52521][b]“and Daddy will pick you up tomorrow night when he’s ready.”[/b][/color] With that Owen stood up and looked around the office, before he frowned. [color=a52521][b]“That fucking kid took my Gatorade with him. Is there anything to drink in the office fridge?”[/b][/color] All in all, Trixie got off easy; in a shocking turn of events, Owen seemed to have a more or less strong hold on his emotions and his typically short temper. For the most part, Trixie had eaten all of his aggression over the past few days in the bedroom.

[color=15603A][b]“...there’s beer but you don’t drink… um...”[/b][/color] Without hesitation, Trixie hurriedly went to the fridge and opened it, checking to see what else was in it. Beer, beer, beer… [color=15603A][b]“There’s ginger ale!”[/b][/color] Wait, wouldn’t that mean someone got sick if there was ginger ale? If she wasn’t mistaken, Owen practically lived here during the era of them not being together. When did he get sick? 

[color=a52521][b]“Just forget about it.”[/b][/color] Owen said, waving his hand. Why did they have beer? His fucking dad probably did it, that rat bastard. Move back into the house for one week, and Dad thinks the gym is his playground again. Owen stood up and walked over to Trixie, shutting the fridge, [color=a52521][b]“come on. Let’s go get Chinese food, and go to your house and watch K-Pop music videos.”[/b][/color]

[color=15603A][b]“W-what about Jamie’s mom?”[/b][/color] Trixie unbent her body and gazed at Owen, still very much confused. [color=15603A][b]“I thought you were going to take care of that and then punish me?”[/b][/color] 

[color=a52521][b]“I’m gonna take care of it probably after I eat? I’m hungry and I had to listen to Zach… you know, exist. He talks a lot. You wanna get [i]punished[/i], huh? You got enough of that the last couple of days. You’re literally grounded, Trix. You can go to school tomorrow, and then you can go right back to your room and you can sit and stare at the ceiling all day.”[/b][/color] 

[color=15603A][b]“But Daddyyyyy.”[/b][/color] Trixie whined, actually okay with her sentence. This was so mild compared to what he could do to her.

[color=a52521][b]“I can’t believe you want me to call another woman so badly.”[/b][/color] Owen gestured for her to follow, and started heading toward the door with a shake of his head. [color=a52521][b]“Did you really think I was gonna shoot Jamie in the face?”[/b][/color]

 [color=15603A][b]“Uh, duh. When do you not want to shoot him in the face?”[/b][/color] Trixie needily rushed to his side, grabbing ahold of his hand. 

[color=a52521][b]“When I’m rational and not acting on heat of passion.”[/b][/color] Owen shrugged, locking their fingers together, [color=a52521][b]“he’s not worth the jail time. I’m just going to go out of my way, to never speak to him or acknowledge him again, so long as I live. I have my mother’s blood. I can be the most petty person in existence.”[/b][/color] He led her out of the gym and toward the parking lot. As they walked together, he glanced over at the girl that was holding his hand, and smiled. It was suffice to say that Owen was [i]content[/i], something that he hadn’t been for a while. He pulled her a bit closer, and dropped her hand to instead wrap his arm around her shoulder.

[color=a52521][b]“I love you.”[/b][/color]

[color=15603A][b]“...I love you too, Kitty.”[/b][/color] They had only recently got back together, day 2 now, and yet she still couldn’t believe this was her reality. Gliding her hands up his chest, she grabbed his face and tenderly smiled, [color=15603A][b]“I really do and I will do whatever I have to, to make things right.”[/b][/color] She pushed her lips up against his, letting it linger before nipping at it. Whatttt? They had a lot of loss time to make up for! She missed this. She missed him. 

[color=a52521][b]“If you ask me? So far so good. Maybe we should get Chinese delivered, so we have more time in your room with the door closed.”[/b][/color] Owen was like an insatiable animal, but really? It only took one look at Beatrix Kingsley to understand why. [color=a52521][b]“Either way… I’m hungry. Point still stands. By the way, your being grounded gets me out of going to the movie night thing at Captain Cuddles, completely guilt free.”[/b][/color] What? He had to be sure. Trixie was a manipulator — he was already pretty sure she’d find a hole in his words and worm the punishment to her advantage somehow, but that was okay. Part of why he loved her, even.

Raising an eyebrow, Trixie inquired, [color=15603A][b]“So what are you going to be doing then? If I’m grounded, you’re obviously not going to be doing me!”[/b][/color] The latina didn’t mind staying in. Just because she couldn’t go out, didn’t mean she couldn’t plan something. She already knew what she wanted to do, but Owen being there would make things weird, since she had a lot to cover tomorrow night with a special someone. [color=15603A][b]“You need to get out. You haven’t had a good night with friends in a long time. Owen Lyon is not someone that hides away. Go have fun!”[/b][/color] She innocently gleamed up at him.  [color=15603A][b]“I’d love Chinese, by the way!”[/b][/color] And something else. She looked down at his package, playfully.

[color=a52521][b]“I am gonna have fun. Sam and me and the young grasshopper are gonna hang out here. Sam and I are gonna mess around, and the kid’s gonna work out. It should be fun. Chinese it is.”[/b][/color][/indent]