Anon and the Awkward Date

The next day.

You show up at school, expecting your usual posse to be waiting near the front entrance for you.

They weren't there.

Probably off looking at some shit.

You reach to open the door before someone else opens it from the inside.

Trixie and her small group of friends stand in your way.

She has her arms crossed with a smirk on her face.

"So, hotshot, you think you could get away with lying to the Great and Powerful Trixie?"

"Lying? What are you on about Trixie? We just had--"

"Please, your little friends told me about what was REALLY going on."

She snaps her fingers before her two friends begin you restrain you, one on each arm.

"You're just trying to use Trixie to get to someone else, aren't you?"

You stop to think.

Who's fucking idea of a sick joke was this?

"What are you even talking about? You KNOW the only people I'm ever around are my friends."

Trixie grabs a hold of your chin so that you're forced to look straight into her intense magenta eyes.

"Good, then you wouldn't mind some... PDA, would you?"

PDA...

Around everyone else in the school.

Upon mention of "PDA," a small crowd starts forming.

You begins to sweat as your heart races.

You can almost feel the spaghetti building up again.

Not like this. You promised you'd try to keep the spaghetti on the down-low.

"PDA..? Well, uh... H-Here I thought you were a lady of class! Doing such a thing would uh... Devalue you, would it not?"

Trixie seems to have bought it.

She backs up some.

"Hmm.. Trixie supposes such would be true... Very well then."

With another snap of her fingers, her posse releases you.

"Trixie will have to make do with arm clinging and hand holding, then."

You breathe a sigh of relief.

Another bullet dodged.

"But Trixie will be keeping an eye on you, Mr. Anon E. Moose."

Trixie and her posse walk away as you fix the wrinkles in your clothes.

Your friends walk over to you as the crowd disperses.

"Damn, dude! Smooth move there with the whole "You've got class" excuse." As if she's got any..."

He pats you on the back.

"Say, how did the date go? Total bust? She seemed pretty angry."

You just look at him sternly in silence for a moment.

"The date was fine, and she was upset because someone's playing some joke on me."

One of the others then begins to shout out.

"ANON GOT HIS DICK SUCK---"

You silence him with a hand over his mouth, murderer style.

"No dick sucking happened. No sex happened. Just a simple movie date."

He forcibly removes your hand.

"Then explained what happened, you sly bastard."

You told them of the events the previous night.

"No. Way. She did NOT do that."

"She did. Totally screamed in terror and then cuddled me."

You all laugh a bit as you sit around a table before classes.

"Then after you took her home and began to spill your spaghetti?"

Everyone just looked at you.

"Yeah. But only a little bit. It was worth it for the kiss though."

Record scratch.

"She did WHAT!?"

"You got what now?"

The snarky bastard begins to snicker before bursting into laughter.

"Okay, NOW you're pulling our fucking legs. There is NO way that happened."

You felt the spaghetti building up again...

You face became flushed.

"And how, pray tell, would you want me to prove it?"

He calmed down a bit, wiping a tear from his eye.

"Go and kiss her."

"What?"

"Not just a peck on the cheek. Give her a full winded, deep, intimate kiss."

You all went quiet.

You felt smaller and smaller at the idea.

Kissing Trixie? In public? In a place where so many others would see you?

"Well, Anon? Or are you just some bluffing faggot?"

Cloudchaser, the only girl of your group, slaps him on the arm.

"Ow! Hey, what was that for?"

"That was very rude. If he isn't comfortable--"

"I'll do it."

They both look at you again.

"What?"

You stand up dramatically.

"I said I'll fucking do it. I'll kiss Trixie--your way. If that will get you off my back, then fine."

"Looks like the big man might actually have some balls there. Maybe she'll play with them too."

Cloudchaser rolls her eyes as you turn to walk out.

"Next break. Main hallway. Be there."

You can't get your mind off of what you decided to do.

Was this really going to work? Will they actually just leave you alone if you do this?

You shook your head as you walked down the hall after three classes passed.

As expected, Trixie is hanging out by her locker with her posse.

Your group is standing by the doors watching you.

You can feel your heart beating.

It feels like there are more people around than there actually is.

Now or never, faggot.

You make you way up to Trixie.

"So, Trixie then says, "Well, if you're such a man with---"

You cut her off by tapping her shoulder.

She turns her head to look at you.

"Oh, Anonymous, what's---"

You cut her off with you taking a hold of her head and pulling her into a deep kiss.

At first she's taken by surprise but sinks into it after a few seconds.

You only needed a few seconds for this kiss, but it dragged on for a good 15 or 20 seconds.

You two even played with each other's tongues a bit.

Some of your friends and the other students took pictures.

That one smug shitlord of a friend shakes his head some.

"That crazy motherfucker. Never expected him to actually do it."

You break the kiss slowly and look at her.

"What ever happened to "Having class," and PDA "Devaluing" me?"

"I bullshitted about that because I wasn't ready."

"So, you mean that it doesn't bother you when Trixie would do that?"

Your heart feels ready to explode.

You shake your head and ruffle her hair a bit.

"Nope. Not anymore."

She just hugs you as her friends giggle some.

"Anonymous... You're so weird. But Trixie is okay with this."

It looks like now that you're somewhat over your spaghetti syndrome, you'll be spending more time with Trixie.

You two shared some classes anyway, so it wouldn't be so bad.

Maybe you'd get VIP to some of her shows.

Maybe a little bit of.. Backstage action.

You didn't even care that the others were gawking at you.

Celestia had to step out of her office to disperse the crowd.

"Alright, alright, back to class you peepers."

She walks over to you and Trixie.

"And please, Anonymous. For the love of all things holy, TRY to keep the PDA on the down-low."

You and Trixie look at one another before shrugging.

"And get back to class!"

Upon seeing her face go from cheerful to stern, you both bolt down the hall to your next class.

Science with Trixie.

What could possibly go wrong?