You Shouldn't Have Missed Valentine's Day

You now continue to go about your day each day trying to avoid thinking about Trixie Lulamoon too much... or at all for that matter.

Now able to focus in class a lot more effectively with your new routine you don't talk to anyone about, your conversations with Sunset Shimmer don't tend to involve Trixie a lot anymore. You suspect that she caught wind, directly or indirectly, of what your secret thing for Trixie has become. And maybe she caught wind from Trixie something that convinced her it's time to stay out of this.

At this point, you're not even sure. But all you know is that Sunset is sort of giving you a look whenever Trixie is nearby, but she doesn't bring the topic about her up anymore.

Not that you're complaining about that. The alternative would be Sunset getting involved with trying to hook you up with Trixie after seeing that she kissed you in the hallway which sent you on this downward spiral of falling for her. Wouldn't be uncharacteristic of Sunset to understand that this is no longer her business.

At least for the time being.

The main stressor in your life is now figuring out how to deal with Trixie.

...

Trixie's always putting on a show for you.

No one else knows about when she snuck up on you that one day and made out with you, but it's also apparently she didn't tell anyone about it either.

You're innocently sitting there eating lunch in the cafeteria on one really warm Friday when Trixie puts no subtlety into how comfortable she is around you.

"Heads up!" One guy sitting next to you pats you on the shoulder blade before Trixie sits herself down on the other side of you.

Everyone else at the table begins exchanging smirks and murmuring giggles, remembering that other time Trixie made a scene in this very room. It's been long enough that they should have forgotten about it by now, or at least mostly forgotten. Except that gets thrown out the window when, in their view, Trixie willfully opens up old wounds by walking right up to you and sitting next to you.

"Trixie hopes you don't mind if she chats with her friends here for a bit." Trixie tells you before looking at the group of guys and girls who may know her, but barely her know her on a friend-basis if at all.

"Not at all." You still refuse to look at her, wanting to deflate the situation as much as you can.

A classmate or two quietly "oooh"'s seeing you and Trixie sitting together. Oh of course this group of high school students are gonna play into it, being as impressionable as they are in this boring environment with nothing better to do anyway.

Trixie proceeds to converse with them, not knowing what to talk about. She can't help but let it become obvious that the only reason she's here is to sit next to you, and a couple of the others pick up on this within minutes.

It's not going to be long before they all begin filling in the blanks themselves, even if they also have to draw the lines under those same blanks themselves. People this age have a tendency to make up whatever narrative they want in their heads according to whatever they want to be true, which is often inspired by unrelated occurrences they've seen in their own lives or in movies.

Trixie suddenly bumped her hip into your side before you realized she did it.

You can't think of a response to this as you now notice a tension in the front of your pants refusing to go down. You have no idea if anyone else saw this, but you pray they didn't notice.

They all begin to giddily exchange giggling glances as soon as Trixie gets up to leave as abruptly as she appeared without saying goodbye to you. You're not sure why you're even thinking about whether or not Trixie said goodbye to you, but the still-hidden stiffness in your pants and the glances from your classmates.

They insist on knowing more about whatever is going on between you and Trixie, but you counter-insist that it's nothing and that she's clearly trying to turn it into something on her own.

You heavily consider just spilling the beans to them about the whole thing with Sunset reading your mind, and how this was all because of her making you talk to Trixie before she and her ego found out the first love letter was fake. Surely, they'll understand since they go to school with this same girl with mind reading abilities.

You can even confidently trust Sunset to be honest enough to corroborate your side of the story in the event one of these guys asks her if it's true. But there's two sides to that coin: dragging Sunset into this mess and making this a more public issue might definitely come off in a bad light.

But screw it. You have changed your mind.

You were sitting here minding your own business when Trixie herself went out of her way to come over and underhandedly tease you with her... very presence. You've been able to get yourself off to the thought of her, but her sitting next to you, letting you hear her enchanting voice, feel her bumping up against you, it just... it's making the secret wanna spill out in ways you're not even about to tell your classmates right now.

Its effect is making pretending impossible... you loved it when she sat next to y-

Don't say it.

What you do say is exactly what you want and need all of your classmates to hear. Everything about Sunset's involvement in this, everything about how Trixie tricked you and you just let her have her revenge so she'd leave you alone, basically everything except the surprise make-out session with Trixie that sparked all of your secret masturbation sessions to her.

Right as the lunch period is ending and you need to distract yourself from your boner enough to make it go away, which luckily works enough to be able to hide it as you stand up. Had you not thought about seeing down Trixie's top a week ago in bed last night, this wouldn't have been possible after encountering her in person while she has such an effect on you. But the reaction to what you said goes about as expected: they don't believe you and you have to challenge them to confront Sunset Shimmer about this.

But it's still clear that Trixie really wants you to consider things about her.

Maybe it'd have been more understandable in a way if your classmates knew you made out with her, because the way she's acting would have made more sense. Except, it would only confirm what they're rightfully and correctly suspecting: There's something going on between you and Trixie.

And you can't help but really, really like that fact. Even though you're trying not to, especially since Trixie is playing it up so hard.

You're torn between wanting to fully surrender to this situation and just hook up with Trixie already, and not wanting to give this arrogant girl another inch but somehow still be left alone by your gossiping classmates. Not to mention wanting to address how much of this you think is Sunset's fault.

Why must Trixie affect you so?

...

"Why did you tell them that?!" Sunset approaches you alone on the outside of the school with an angry glare after what you said in the cafeteria had a couple of days to get around.

"It's already gotten out of control, Sunset!" You respond in your own defense. "Also, where's the lie? All I told them was what you actually did."

"Which was...?" She begins to interrogate.

"You made me admit to Trixie that the first note was a lie! And I had to make it up to her, where she then flipped the whole love note thing around on me and that was the end of it!" You say to her. "Anything else you heard from them about me isn't what I told them."

"They weren't supposed to know about it! Now everything's going to get blown even more out of proportion!" Sunset almost looks like she's ready to shove you.

"Well to be blunt, if you didn't want me to involve you in this, you shouldn't have involved yourself in it!" You say it before even fully processing how painfully true it is. "Yeah I fucked up by faking the love letter, but that should have just stayed my problem!"

"MY problem is Trixie being an arrogant ass every time something nice happens to her!" Sunset hits her chest with her hand on the first word of each sentence. "MY problem is having to know that it was only because YOU wanted to mess with her, good intentions or not!" She points directly at the tip of your nose.

"Yes! That's your problem!" You respond without realizing how callous that sounds.

"My problem that YOU started!" Sunset raises her voice. "What the hell is wrong with you?!"

"Why couldn't you let Trixie just eventually forget she got a love letter?! She was gonna be arrogant about something regardless, right?" You angrily shrug.

"It could have been one less thing she'd be bragging to everyone about!"

"Why? Because she had too many nice things happening to her?"

"Oh don't you dare try to spin it that way!" Sunset squints at you with a slight smile almost enjoying her anger. "Get this straight. I don't mind nice things happening to Trixie, I just hate how she acts about it. And what I hate even more is how that one thing she was acting that way about was something you completely made up for no reason!"

"The reason was to make her feel better but never find out who it was! I'm sorry you can't ignore her inevitable bullshit that was gonna sprout from something else anyway!"

"Ugh! I can't believe you!"

"I'm sorry, okay?! I tried to do my part but you involved yourself and now it's out of my hands! If you're so bothered by Trixie being arrogant then that's your problem!"

"Oh of course you'd start defending her now." Sunset starts to walk away.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Sunset spins around before responding to you. "I know you made out with her! I saw it!" She finally drops the bomb.

You stare at her in some paradoxical unsurprised disbelief.

"Yeah, that's right. You think I'm mean now? You better get it over with and start openly dating Trixie soon, or else I'll get even meaner and tell everyone what you two did together!"

"You wouldn't dare!"

"You think that corny-ass response is gonna change my mind? I should have known I was right before this."

"No, but... I still don't have to do what you say anyway. Because you did start this whole thing!"

"You're making me do this." Sunset angrily groans.

"You made me talk to Trixie first! You involved yourself first, so now I involved you." You finally repeat it directly.

"You should know by now how un-ignorable Trixie's narcissism is..." Sunset responds.

"It's not the same as your deal with her and if you saw what you saw then you'd know that!"

"Right, so just get with her already and give this soap opera its finale already! So she stops annoying the rest of us with the attention it's getting her. What you're feeling for her is real now, right? It's not fake this time?"

"It's not supposed to be real!" You feel your legs shaking.

Sunset stares at you, considering what you said, possibly going over probable scenarios in her head. Maybe issues involving magic in the past.

"Whatever actually happened, it didn't come from within!" You suddenly blurt, hoping that just winging what you say next will deliver as much un-rehearsed honesty as needed to convince Sunset that maybe there's something else going on neither of you know about.

It was a total shot in the dark, but you place a hand on her shoulder and let her see that you're thinking the exact same thing in your mind as you're saying out loud.

"You better be right." Warns Sunset. "Because this is now more my problem than I'd rather it be."

"Welcome to the party, pal."

Sunset cringes at you for saying that and you just shrug back. "Whatever, you better be right." She walks away.

"I hope I am!" You really do hope you are.

...

A few more days later.

For some reason, Trixie is now in your chemistry class for a couple of days. Something about her having to make up for a missed lab assignment and somehow pulling enough strings to do it during this class period that still hasn't completed the assignment yet.

How savvy does this girl get? It has got to be more than just card tricks she's good at. Damn, she'd make either a super fun or super terrifying girlfriend. Part of you really wants to find out which is true.

Luckily, there are no classmates from your lunch table sitting in the room with you, just a student or two who actually gave a slight bother about the rumors that have been spreading.

But even they don't say much as Trixie sits in the desk next to you.

The first thing you notice about Trixie is how much cleavage her top is showing today. There's no way this wasn't also intentional.

As the teacher is getting ready to pair up the students, everyone reaches into their book bags to get the necessary school supplies ready.

Trixie reaches down for her things, and your curious eyes wander over with the memory of having glanced down her shirt at her enticing cleavage in the past. Trixie Lulamoon really likes to show it off, especially to you.

And this time is no exception: she likely already knows where your eyes are going, but doesn't do anything to cover herself, and lets you sustain this view down her top at Trixie's soft sexy tits only halfway inside of her low cut top... The very slightly sway to her movements while fumbling around for her notebook, one of them getting gently pushed onto the other from Trixie's arm reaching inward and bumping into it.

The upper "collar" rim of Trixie's low cut top folds outward as her arm pushes her soft boob, helping reveal even more of Trixie's inappropriately sexy cleavage. You can even see the rim of Trixie's purple bra cup.

Almost everyone sitting next to one another basically choose one another as lab partners as to minimize the time this boring class takes from them as much as possible. You couldn't resist accepting Trixie's offer to be your lab partner... not after seeing... that.

Basically any other girl in the entire school would have been self conscious about a boy looking down her top while standing on either side of the higher up lab tables for the assignment. But Trixie Lulamoon deliberately leans forward as much as she can to give you the best view down her top.

Your brain isn't on critical thinking mode right now, which is severely hindering how you're gonna perform on this assignment.

At the corner table where no one can bother the two of you, your fix a sustained, uninterrupted gaze down Trixie Lulamoon's low cut top for pretty much the remainder of the period. Admiring the connecting bridge between her purple bra cups that does what it can to hold everything together. As those soft and reasonably busty breasts almost trying to spill out of that half-open top give you something to look at while you fail to fill anything out on the lab assignment.

Trixie can't fill anything out either, completely blowing her second chance to avoid getting a zero on the assignment.

Grinning every time she "catches" you peeping down her top at her partially exposed boobies, Trixie both bites her lower lip, then licks both of her lips before mouthing the words: "Take a picture~"

...The first couple you take are of the amazing view of Trixie Lulamoon's sexy absolute cleavage from across the lab table; she was luckily facing away from the rest of the class while you were in the corner hiding your erection in your pants.

The next picture takes in right after Trixie "accidentally" makes her pencil fall across the table and to the floor on your side.

She came over and reached down to the floor for her fallen pencil, letting her low cut top do the same thing it did while she was sitting in her desk, except more intensely and with you leering at an even better angle.

Trixie's soft breast mashes against the force of her knee pushing onto it, her top's rim widely folds outward as her purple bra cup gets pushed harder enough on one side to make the side you're ogling at slightly lift away from her skin... making it malfunction enough to clearly reveal Trixie's soft perky nipple pushing onto the exposed thinly padded interior of her bra cup~.

This and the wink Trixie gave you is all you can think about after class ends with you staying after, completing your own work packet with the answers you'll loyally give Trixie tomorrow.

Pull yourself together?

You can't.

And a certain principal from another school knows you can't.