she wears short skirts- a trixya highschool au oneshot

she wears short skirts

They're all wearing the same school uniform but Trixie will never stop wondering why Katya looks so much better wearing it than she does. She doesn't even begin to think how good Violet looks like in her school uniform, because really, Violet's just one of those people who can make everyone else question their life choices just by showing up. Luckily she doesn't have to think about Violet right now because she's been expelled for a week for "inappropriate clothing". Trixie guesses that the teachers finally had enough of the garter belts and five-inch heels. Violet probably doesn't care about being temporarily expelled. If something, it only fuels her to do something even more outrageous.

Trixie's right. Next time when she sees Violet, the dark-haired girl is obviously wearing a corset underneath her shirt.

Trixie has noticed that Katya isn't as bold with her uniform as her best friend is. Katya rebels by wearing bright red lipstick and piling her hair up so it looks more like a bird's nest than something that has anything to do with actual hair. If Katya was anyone else, people would probably question her and maybe even make fun of her. But because she's Katya with the cheekbones, Katya with the good eyeliner and wheezing laugh, Katya who is friends with everybody, nobody dares to talk shit about her.

Trixie is not that special. She has accepted that a long time ago. She's got big eyes, weird eyebrows and thick thighs, and that's not going to make you popular in high school. She also likes to wear a bit more blush than others would, but when the cool girls (Jasmine and Ginger, always finding reasons to pick on others) made fun of her blush, she just decided to add some more. Trixie knows she could make herself look conventionally pretty, but she doesn't want to be like the others. She has found her own thing and she's going to stick with it. No matter what.

It's yet again another school day, and Trixie's slowly making her way to French class. She doesn't even care about the stupid language, she would've wanted to study Korean with her friend Kim, but the Korean class was already full when Trixie tried to sign up for it. The school requires everyone to study at least one foreign language, so Trixie had to choose between French and Spanish. She had had some idiotic thought about French being the language of love and fashion, so she had signed up for French. She regrets the decision every day.

Walking past Violet and Katya, she has to look at the pair. Violet is showing Katya some photo on her phone, and Katya is silently laughing while trying not to drop the cigarette she has in her mouth. It's not lighted, Katya has enough decency to not to smoke inside, but apparently she still has to have the illusion going on. She's a heavy smoker, everyone including Trixie knows that.

"Hey, Tracy, wait up!" someone yells and even though Tracy definitely isn't her name, she turns around to see who the shouter is. To her surprise, its Katya, who is smiling brightly (really, whose teeth are that white?) and making her way towards her.

"It's Trixie. Not Tracy," Trixie says but can't help smiling.

"Whatever, Tina," Katya laughs, "but can you tell me where the French class is?"

Trixie should probably be annoyed about Katya calling her by the wrong name - twice - but she can't bring herself to do that. It's just a part of Katya's humour. After a short silence, Trixie realises Katya asked her a question and rushes to say something. "I thought you took Russian?" she says and wants to hit herself. Katya's question has a simple answer and she couldn't provide it. What a loser she is.

"I did! But after a few classes, I realised I was light years ahead the rest of them. I'm Russian, you know, so I already know how to tell my name and ask where the bathroom is. I got bored so I decided to switch to French. That should be harder."

It's amazing, Trixie thinks, how Katya is probably the only person in the whole school who is actually trying to challenge themselves instead of just sleeping through the high school years. She doesn't tell it to Katya, but she figures her face looks surprised anyways. She also didn't know that Katya was Russian. Okay, the name is a pretty big clue, but Trixie just thought her mum or dad was from there.