8Trixie was bored and alone. As a kid all she wanted was to be popular and it was the only thing that mattered, but now she was kind of over it at sixteen Not to mention that in high school absolutely no one cared about how popular you were. Sure, she got invited to most parties but no one actually cared about her. It felt like her life was passing her by at this point.
As for her dating life, it seems like her reputation when she was younger basically killed her market value. Playing hard to get ceases to work when everyone knows they won't get you, so they just give up. The other girls had also caught up to her early blooming status, some even filled out more. She only grew a few more inches from when she was ten, being asian american she didn't exactly expect to model or play basketball but it was still a little funny. Slowly watching as the kids she dwarfed over overtook her in height.
She was tired of this hollow victory. She wanted to find a new friend, possibly more, that understood her like Timantha did, she really missed her and hoped nothing bad happened to her. Trixie tried to wrack her brain, who cared about her the most? The boy that use to always wear pink, and had buck teeth before he got them fixed, His name starts with t. I need to talk to him, he's still in some of my classes I think. I'll tell him to meet me after school.
She had been waiting at the big tree near the school for a few minutes. She was a little early but didn't want him to think she was a no show. He was right on time.
"So against my better judgment I showed up. What's up Trixie?"
Trixie decided to look at the figure in front of her. He was a bit taller than her but certainly not a giant, and a bit lanky. Basically average besides his eyes. His style was decent. Jeans that were a little baggie but not too much, stylish sneakers, and a pink styled and fitted T shirt.
"I decided to give you a chance. Let's go on a date sometime, I know you're crazy about me." She said in a sultry voice. She hadn't been doing it as much, but she still knew how to drive the guys crazy.
"I'm good" Timmy said nonchalantly
"That's great, where did you wa-Wait, what did you just say?" She wasn't sure she heard him right.
"I said I'm good."
"How could you say no to ME? I'm giving you the chance you always wanted!"
"Alright, that sounds like more of a why question so I'll tell you why" He looked her right in the eyes "Either this is a joke and you want to trick me in some way, or you finally noticed me after eight years. I think I deserve better than that. You know?"
"This-No this doesn't make sense. What about all the presents and compliments you give me? You don't want me?" She sad, a frown beginning to form on her face
"….I haven't given you a present in a year. I gave up a while ago." Timmy said
Trixie thought back, he was right. "This makes it look even worse than he already thinks it is. I've thought about him so little that not receiving anything from a year didn't even cross my mind". She had to take the reigns back in this conversation.
"Are you sure there's nothing I can do to convince you I'm being real right now?" She flicked back to her sultry voice and rubbed his chest while smiling. "Nothing?" She perked up a little when she saw him smirk
"Alright, if you can remember my name I'll go out with you." He said. He was pretty sure he knew how this was about to go, but it would be a pleasant surprise if she did remember.
Trixie looked down at the ground and furrowed her brow in thought. "I got it!" She looked up and smiled "It's Tommy, Tommy Turnip."
Timmy just looked at her in disbelief, then took her hand by the wrist and placed it at her side "Yea I was right. eight years down the drain. You have no idea what I've done for you." As he began to walk away he shot back "My name is Timmy." He missed the bus but he didn't care. It was just a twenty minute walk with his thoughts.
Trixie leaned against the tree, feeling defeated. Not even he wanted her. A tear dropped down her cheek. She remembered all the expensive gifts he gave her, the poetry, the music, and she had him dumped in the trash almost every time. Or when she stopped bringing the bodyguard along a few years ago, just telling him he's not worthy and walking away without even looking at him. How did he put up with this pain hundreds of times?
"Timmy? Why do I remember that?" she said
She thought back. The only thing she could remember even close to that was Timantha. She thought about their faces.
She was an idiot. It was obvious. Timmy had cross dressed for her. How could she miss those buck teeth?
She'd been dumping on the only person to understand her for 6 years. "How can I make up for this?" She burst into tears full on, while just sitting at the base of the tree. Lucky no one else was around to witness her humiliation.
