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Trixie Mattel took a deep breath. She looked up at the large, glossy wooden door, and stepped in. Her nervously fidgeting hands dropped to her side. She was nervous, as she was starting at a new, all-girls high school. Trixie carried her bags as she slowly walked towards an information desk, watching all the other girls running around. Some were squealing and hugging, some were quiet and alone. She watched longingly as a few girls laughed loudly at a joke.
“Can I help you?”
“Oh, um, I’m a new student here.”
“Name?” the stylish woman smiled warmly at Trixie.
“Mattel. Trixie. Trixie Mattel!” her cheeks warmed as she felt her focus slipping to a girl standing a few feet back. Her dusty blond hair was slowly escaping its long braid, and its owner was cackling loudly.
“Well, we’re very pleased to have you here, Miss Trixie. Now, here’s a map, and your room is B323. Have fun!” and with a wave, Trixie stumbled off in search of B323. She was so intent on studying the map that she didn’t notice the girl in front of her. Trixie went down, fast. Arms and legs sprawled everywhere. Trixie sat up, slightly dazed, and looked up to see an adorable Asian girl.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” she squealed.
“Oh, you’re fine,” Trixie groaned as she stood up, grabbing her bags.
“Sorry, sorry! I’m known for being clumsy,” she giggled. Her long, black hair hung behind her in a silken sheet. Her makeup was impeccable and her dress was gorgeous.
“I’m Kim Chi,” she said, “where are you headed?”
“Oh, um, room B323.” Trixie smiled.
“Hey, my room’s right next door! Walk with me?” Kim smiled hopefully. Trixie beamed.
“Sure!”
One long walk later, Trixie discovered that Kim was very into fashion and had the best makeup in all the school. Well, almost the best.
“Nobody else gives you a run for your money when it comes to makeup, I bet.” Trixie stated solemnly.
“Not true at all! Violet is gorgeous, Raja, and Naomi.” her voice wavered a little on the last name.
“Who are they?”
“Violet, well, don’t be scared when you meet her, she’s very intimidating. She’s very glamour, lots of vintage in her aesthetic, a total bitch, but not really.”
“Um, that sounds like it could be anyone.” Trixie giggled.
“Oh no, you’ll know when you meet Violet.” Kim Chi spoke in the most serious of tones.
“So, Raja, right? Who’s that?”
“Oh. Um. Well, she doesn’t really like me that much. She’s, uh, very narrow in her views, and mostly hangs around with her best friend Manila. They kinda, you know, “rule the school”. They’re our queen bees.”
“How is she narrow?” Trixie asked curiously.
“She’s homophobic.” Kim Chi’s voice became quiet and clipped. Ah. So was Kim Chi gay? Trixie wondered to herself.
“Naomi?” Trixie asked, trying to lighten the mood.
“Oh, Naomi! She’s gorgeous! She has these long, modelesque legs, and, and her skin is always so perfect, and her face, oh wow! She’s always perfectly done and tanned and everything is perfect-” Kim Chi’s voice suddenly shut down. Trixie opened her mouth to say something but followed Kim Chi’s gaze. A very, very tall girl with long, tan, modelesque legs breezed by the two of them. She blinked her large lashes, and smiled, revealing her straight, white teeth. Her big hoop earrings glimmered as she waved at Kim Chi, nails fluttering softly. And then she was gone.
Trixie turned.
“I take it that was Naomi?”
Kim Chi nodded slowly, her face a burning red.
“Um, she seems nice?” Trixie blinked at Kim.
“Do you think she heard me?” she asked hoarsely.
“Well, maybe?” Trixie giggled. Kim moaned and sank her furiously blushing face into her hands.
“Cheer up, we’re here!” Trixie nudged her friend and they looked up at the doors. Trixie stepped forward, lugging her gear, and then knocked on the door. It swung open immediately and a girl in a bright red dress stood in the door frame.
“Hi, you must be Trixie! I’m Katya, hurry, come in!” she grinned, ushering Trixie inside. Trixie fluffed her coiffed blond hair, smoothed her pink dress, adjusted her pearls, and hoisted her stuff in.
Katya bounced on her bed, watching Trixie unpack.
“It’s so nice to meet you!”
Trixie looked up at her.
“I like your, ah, Russian flag.” she stumbled over the words. The flag was hanging above her bed. Katya turned to look at it, and her response of gratitude came in a heavy accent.
“Oh, are you Russian?” Trixie asked, mildly confused.
“God no!” she let out a sharp cackle.
“Oh,” Trixie blushed and returned to her unpacking.
“Hey, nice gloves.”
“Thanks, stole them from my last roommate.” Trixie quipped. Katya wheezed with laughter, smacking the bed.
“I think I like you.”
Trixie only blushed further in response.
Naomi flopped on her bed, legs skewed, hair splayed.
“Detox, you aren’t listening!” she half screamed.
“Sorry, hard to hear you over all this music! My roommate is crazy.”
Naomi could practically hear Detox rolling her eyes.
“Yeah, Alaska sounds fun, though.”
“Uh huh, except she won’t shut up about her girlfriend Sharon.” Detox laughed.
“Okay, back to me! I’m telling you, she was saying something about smooth skin and perfection and when I turned the corner she stopped talking. She was talking about me! I just know it!”
“Oh my god, I don’t care. Shut up and ask her out!”
“But I can’t, what if she doesn’t like me?” Naomi whined. She’d known Kim since middle school and they’d never gotten really close. Of course, that didn’t stop Naomi from having a raging crush on her.
“I’m sure she does. Everyone loves you, babe.”
“But she’s just so cute, with her stupid perfect hair, and her gorgeous makeup, and her killer outfits, and her adorable lisp, and sweet personality, and charming laugh…” Naomi squealed, curling into a little ball. She realized Detox had hung up on her.
“Rude,” she thought as she sat up and let out a breath. Just then, a knock rang throughout the apartment.
“Coming!” she shrieked and teetered over as fast as she could in her heels.
Naomi placed both hands on the door and it flew open to reveal a tall, elegant girl. Naomi immediately shifted, her hand on her cocked hip, serving glamazon.
“Hello there, my name is Miss Fame,” and with that, she strode straight in and set her stuff down. Naomi turned to look at her. Tall, pretty, nice body, and gorgeous mug. Miss Fame looked up.
“I’m Naomi Smalls.” she held out her hand. Miss Fame took it. The two girls sized each other up, finally letting go and each settling with satisfaction.
“Ayo sis,” Aja squealed and gave Kim Chi a huge hug.
“Girl, I love your hair!”
“Thank you, darling,” Aja pouted and puffed her purple curls, “but I wish I had a mug like yours.”
“C’mon clownfish realness,” Kim Chi giggled. The two girls twittered around the small apartment, giggling about friends and girlfriends and classes and whatnot.
The first dinner was enjoyable enough. Shea’s roommate was fine. She seemed nice, so Shea was happy to be sharing her space with Farrah. Shea ate and laughed with the other girls around her, but her eye kept wandering to a pale girl sitting a few rows down. Her interesting gown caught her attention, and her bald head and gorgeous face kept it. Shea slid her cat eye sunglasses down and tightened her orange hair wrap. She liked a challenge.
“Raja, no!” Manila squealed. Raja smiled cattily, but on the inside she was bubbling with joy. Raja loved nothing more than making Manila happy, even if it was just sharing petty gossip. She was so happy to be reunited with her best friend, but wouldn’t let her silly mood spill to the outside.
“Manila, you look so pretty tonight,” and Raja did mean it. Her black hair looked gorgeous swept to the side, and her diamond earrings sparkled. Raja wished all the other girls could vanish, so she could just sit and be with Manila.
“Oh, thank you Raja. You look stunning as always.” Manila looked up at her, waving her fork giddily. Raja moved her hand forwards.
“I’m so happy we’re rooming together. I’d rather die than live with anyone else.”
“Y - yeah.” Manila’s voice squeaked a little. “What was happening?” Manila thought. She and Raja had been best friends forever, so why was she feeling a little bit of churning in her stomach?
Raja broke the gaze, eyes widened. In an effort to redirect the conversation, she played the role she knew best. Boss bitch.
“Ugh, you know we’ve only been here for an hour or so and Needles and Alaska are already going at it.” Raja rolled her eyes, attempting to quell the strange heat in her stomach. Manila cracked a small smile.
“I mean just look at them, tell me it doesn’t look like they were just making out in a closet or some shit?” Raja smirked. Manila let a small giggle escape. They both turned and watched the two girls for a moment. Alaska was telling her table something and Sharon was giggling, their heads leaning together, stroking each other’s shoulders.
“They’re so gross, like can’t you just keep it to yourself?”
“It’s disgusting.” Raja drew the word out, surveying the room. She and Manila would remain on top and she’d cut anyone who tried to mess with them. Anyone.
“Trixie, how was your day? Who is your roommate? Did you meet anyone nice?” Kim sang into the phone.
“Kim, why the hell are you calling me, I live next door.” A large beep buzzed into Trixie’s ear, and a knock rang out through the apartment. Trixie laughed loudly and scrambled towards the door.
“It’s a friend of mine, Katya! I’ll be on the porch!” she called back. Katya didn’t look up from her Russian romance novel.
“Kim!” Trixie squealed.
“So, how are you?” Kim beamed.
“My room mate’s nice, I like her a lot! We just, click. I dunno, I feel like we could almost have a tv show together or something!” Trixie giggled.
“Trixie, do I see you blushing?” Kim laughed.
“She’s just really pretty! That’s all!” Trixie insisted.
“Sure,” Kim rolled her eyes.
“Enough about me, let’s talk about you!” Trixie pounced, grabbing her friend’s hand.
“You barely said anything!” Kim protested, but it was all in vain. Trixie wouldn’t stand for it, demanding information about how her day had gone.
“Well, my roommate’s name is Aja, and she’s super sweet. She’s an amazing dancer, too!”
“Oh, do you dance?” Trixie asked. Kim Chi nearly fell over laughing.
“I’ll take that as a no,” Trixie yanked her friend up.
“Oh, but the best part of all, Naomi is in my lunch period and in my science! Maybe we can be lab partners,” Kim swooned.
“Oh my god, shut up,” Trixie laughed.
“I can’t wait for school tomorrow. Everyone here is so gorgeous! Like, I saw this girl with the most beautiful skin. She glows, bitch. She. Glows.” Kim whispered.
“Oh, who?”
“She was wearing orange. She looked fierce, and kind of scary. She had these sunglasses that were, like, little stretched out triangles.”
“Oh, yes! Shea! God, that girl slays! She kind of scares me, but I want to get to know her better.” Trixie giggled. Minutes ticked by quickly as the friends laughed over all sorts of meaningless gossip. The sky grew dark and they reluctantly waved goodbye. Trixie slipped inside and snuggled under her covers. She couldn’t wait for her first day of classes. Trixie fell asleep, dreaming of tomorrow. Katya fell asleep with those words echoing in her mind, “We just, click… she’s really pretty.”
Kim Chi was not so lucky. She wiggled the doorknob, and it didn’t budge. She pushed and she pulled, but the door was locked. Kim banged against it hurriedly as the darkness crept around her.
“Hello? Aja?” she screamed. But no luck. The girl was probably asleep. Kim Chi started to panic, she needed to sleep so she would be prepared for tomorrow. And then the rain started. She slammed her body into the door, and the frame shuttered, but nothing opened. Kim really didn’t want to wake anyone up, but she was getting desperate. She let out a primal scream of anger, right before a slender finger tapped her on the shoulder. Kim whipped around and her face drained of color.
“Hi Naomi,” she squeaked.
“Hi Kim. No luck getting in?” a small smile creeped up her lips.
“Uh, yeah. It’s locked and my roommate isn’t answering,” she laughed awkwardly.
“You know,” Naomi paused and blushed, “my roommate is spending the night with another friend. You could, uh, spend the night in my apartment?”
A slow smile crossed Kim Chi’s face. “I’d love to.”
Naomi bowed, and held out her hand, raising a perfect eyebrow. Kim Chi deadpanned straight back and took it without blinking. The two girls raced across campus, in the dark, while being soaked. Kim Chi thought life couldn’t get any better.
Naomi Smalls was sitting in her kitchen. In her pajamas. Across from the object of her secret affections for the past two year. Also in her pajamas.
“Thanks for the hot chocolate, Naomi.” Kim Chi smiled shyly. Naomi waved her away.
“I’m an excellent chef, I know.”
“Well, I love to taste foods so I think we’ll get along very well.” Kim smiled sweetly.
“Oh really?” Naomi drawled.
“Maybe you can have dinner with me sometime, and you’ll see.” Kim blinked. She couldn’t believe she just said that.
Naomi blinked. She couldn’t believe Kim just said that.
“Well,” she took a breath, grinning, “maybe I just might have to.”
Kim blushed.
“Are you excited for classes tomorrow?” Naomi made a stab at conversation.
“I’m excited to show off a fresh Kim Chi original look,” Kim’s eyes lit up.
“That outfit from today, it reminded me from this one I saw in last month’s -”
“Vogue.” Kim Chi finished excitedly.
“I was living, bitch. You’re stunning.” Naomi grinned.
“You killed yesterday, just like you always do. Did you see last week, that look from Fashion Week?”
“Did I? Oh Kim.”
Needless to say, Kim Chi did not get to sleep for quite a few more hours. As she crawled into bed she sent a text to Trixie: Hey, am spending the night at Naomi’s. Just now getting to bed after a loooooong talk. She made me hot cocoa and I accidentally invited her to dinner! See you tomorrow. <3
Naomi sent one last message before falling asleep to Detox: so kim chi is spending the night here and invited me to dinner. and it’s only the first night bitchhh
And, of course, one to Fame: tysm for leaving on such short notice, promise it won’t happen again, but it worked and she is sleeping here. thank you for putting up with my stupid self and my stupid crush