Valentine's Day Sucks at Silver....Trixie Tag Any

[Trixie Michaels]

[Character: Trixie Michaels]
[Location: Her Locker at Silver]

Trixie Michaels hated Valentine's day. It sucked. Even on the years she had a date, it still sucked. There was no such thing as romance. All that existed in the world was pain and betrayal. She woke up that morning in a bad mood. She already snapped at her brother for the day. She dressed up in a black miniskirt, Grey leggings, high heels and a Grey shirt that said "Nobody's Perfect but Me" Trixie made her way to Silver. The familiar school that had been rebuilt. She still hated school. How she wish she could skip, but she she did not care to get in trouble. Besides that she was failing and needed a tutor, but she was being stubborn. Her teachers had given her the name of a kid who could tutor her but she did not care.

Trixie stopped at the girls bathroom to check her make up and reapply. She sighed as she did that. After one last look she left for her locker. Trixie adjusted her Gucci bag on her shoulder. A gift from her grandmother. The old woman was so stupid sometimes. Trixie did love her grandmother but it was nice to get gifts from her. Trixie walked to her locker to exchange books. She had actually done homework for once. Or tried to.

Trixie saw someone standing right in front of her locker. Oh Hell no. This would not do. She glared and walked over. She tapped the person on the shoulder, "Excuse me. Mind moving that's my locker and I don't need you in front of it."

[D.J. Mac]

[writing as: DJ MacArthur]

Shoes that needed to be tied had be thought of some sadistic person as DJ and stopped to retie his own from some umpteenth time that morning. As he crouched down he heard a couple guys clear their throats at the girl behind him. Course he had no idea she was there, as he heard her voice he stood up and turned around and looked at her, she was a hot one! He felt rather underdressed near her, he was wearing a red sleevless shirt which read, 'I have the same affect on everyone.'

"Sorry 'bout that," His voice rumbled like a thunderstorm in the distance. "I just wasn't in the mood to possibly break my neck today." He joked lightly. He ran a hand though his thick mane of black hair sheepishly maybe that wasn't the right thing to say then.

He hoisted his bookbag up on his shoulders, making his biceps flex slightly, so maybe he was showing off...just a little. He thought to himself that she was one of the better looking girls that were going to Silver, but he was torn after being dumped by Fox at the formal he was reluctant to try and see what was out there.

[Trixie Michaels]

Trixie tapped her high heeled shoe on the floor waiting for this guy to move. She crossed her arms over her chest. She did not have time for this. She looked at the two guys standing behind him and glared, "What are you two staring at. Shoo." She waved the boys off and turned her attention back to the guy in front of her. Damn he was tall. Very tall. He looked familiar. Oh wait he was on the football team. As a cheerleader she should know all the players. But sadly she did not really care to know them all.

"Well if you are going to break your neck you should wait until football season is over. Sadly this school has such pathetic losers that the team is irreplaceable. And I for one do not cheer for losers. Its like the coach just so happen to find the only athletic people in this school." Trixie was a bitch, but today she was in a foul mood. Although she had noticed the arm flex. She would not deny that this guy was quite the looker.

Valentine's day.....what a joke. Just some poor excuse to talk a girl into bed because it was suppose to be romantic. She looked down and turned the combination on her locker. "I hate this stupid holiday. What does it mean really? Just another reason for girls to get their hopes up only to have them dashed when a guy turns out to be a douche like always. Girls are idiots." Trixie said as she started putting books in her locker.

[D.J. Mac]

"Let's see football season was over in November and its now February, what sort of weird Twilight Zone are you living in?" He snapped back at her. No wonder he didn't like dating from the cheer squad. He couldn't believe her audacity, "If you don't like cheering for losers, then find a new hobby like knitting."

An eyebrow arched, she was a challenge. Much like Kate from 'Taming of the Shrew'. "ALL guys are douche bags? Then all girls are bitches!" Two could play at the game. "All you girls do is complain about wanting attention and for guys to be romantic and when we do, you suddenly get cold and uncaring," he paused. "But in your case it seems I met the queen of ice."

He mockingly bowed as he stepped out of her way. "If your majesty will allow me, I shall go and meet with the other primates and cause havoc." His words dripped sarcasm. Anyone who thought all guys were jerks or whatever really didn't sit high in his book.

"But before the chaos reigns, we'll be feast on the best part of today, the chocolate." He removed a Whitman's Sampler that he had gotten from his folks, something they always did since he could remember. "I'd be tempted to share but you wouldn't want anything to do with a "douche" like me."

[Trixie Michaels]

Trixie had written the guy off as a loser until he fought back. She turned to watch him as he dare speak back to her. She was a queen and he was....not. she had to admire a guy who dared talk back to her. Trixie raised a brow and gave a small smile as he spoke back. The bow was especially cute and caused a giggle to escape her lips. She was impressed. Someone actually had the nerve to try and knock her down. She waited until he was done, "Technically it is still winter. There should be something that resembles the cold. I am quite happy to oblige. And I am not in some twilight zone. It just goes to show just how forgettable you are."

Trixie closed her locker and leaned against it. So he wanted to play. Well fine, but he should be warned. He was taking on a queen. Sure once upon a time she had not been so mean, but thing change, "I won't deny that all girls are bitches just looking for attention. How else are we suppose to pull guys away from video games like Halo and World of War craft." She smirked. "Don't be shocked I do my occasional video game. I am just full of surprises." Actually Trixie loved to play video games but none except her brother knew that.

"Whitman's chocolates. At least you have taste. Its no Godiva, but chocolate is chocolate. Either way it taste good." She sighed and brushed some hair out of her face, "so do you have a name or am I supposed to wonder who is the man who dares talk back to me. You have guts. I like that." She said with a wink as she reached for a chocolate and popped it in her mouth. She smiled, "Looks like you are not a douche anymore."

[D.J. Mac]

His laugh rumbled down the halls and could be heard pretty much all over the school. "Me? Forgettable? 6'7" 250lbs and the best protection/tackle the team had? And I'm forgettable?" Ok slight exaggeration there on his count. "You know, that's rather funny! You should really consider a career in stand up!"

"We have only one reason to go to those places." He cleared his throat then spoke in a real bad falsetto voice. "Whose Paris' BFF now? What's the latest in shoes? Do these jeans make my ass look big?" He scrunch his face up. "And its not that you girls can win everytime, I figured it out, we just get tired of it!"

He didn't stop her from the chocolate, after all it would go home where the family would get ahold of it and devour ever last morsel. He relaxed and began to smile. "Depends on what you want to call me. I go by DJ but anyone on the football team as other names for me, you know, Tank, Bull, Moose anything massive basicly but now on the other hand many girls call me teddy bear, and to be honest I don't mind that at all." He tilted his head to the side. "So what do they call you besides your highness?"

[Trixie Michaels]

"Okay that still makes you forgettable in my book." Trixie smiled. She licked her fingers after finishing the chocolate. "Now that is the worst voice I have ever heard. Thats you imitation. Needs some work. Oh and Paris is so last year. She is over with. Now its all about shows like Gossip Girl and what horrible movies are out and what actor is hotter." Trixie said with a smile.

"Like guys are any better." She lowers her voice imitating a manly voice. "Oh so who did you bang this weekend? I had sex with a hot chick and she is not even my girlfriend. What level of Halo are you on." Trixie just smiled and laughed, "You boys lack substance. At least what girls talk about is good stuff. By the way Halo 3 is so overrated."

"No your highness is fine." She smirked. "Trixie." She finally said, "I like teddy. Something about it makes you seem less of a man to me. I have to find some way to keep you knocked down. After all you did talk back and I have a rep to protect." She smiled. "Lucky for you jocks are actually okay in my book. I tell you what, I will be nice and let you give me a nickname since I will call you teddy. Its only fair." She leaned against her locker. Anyone who had the guts to stand up to her was okay by her. Not many people would dare face the bitch Trixie could be.

[D.J. Mac]

There was a slight eyebrow twitch as Trixie cleaned her fingers of the chocolate. DJ knew this wasn't the time to have his hormones go hulking out on him. There would be time for a cold shower later. "Guess your forgettable too, since you look like all the other cheerleaders out there." He noted though her eyes were like his, a very intense blue. "Hey cut me some slack there, I don't always talk in that high voice!"

He rolled his eyes. "More material for your standup act, not all of us guys are like that and those that are seem to be all talk and proof. There are those of us who do have lives and more important things to do than jumping on the nearest thing that crawls!" He smirked. "So it looks like a draw, girls are shallow and guys have no substance," He paused. "You're right though, Halo 3 is overrated." That should make up for something.

"Let me think, and yes I have brain as well as brawn," he said before she said anything about him not having a mind. "Hmmmm Dirty Trixie, you seem to be the type to do what it takes to get what you want."

[Trixie Michaels]

"Your voice might not be that high but it was for dramatic effect. All men sound the same when they try and act all macho and manly." Trixie said. "And I do not look like the other cheerleaders. They look like me." She snorted knowing if Sarah had heard that she would be pissed. Trixie did not care. She loved Sarah regardless, but when it came to the way one looked how could she not think she was the hottest. It went along with her facade she wore. The cocky, bitch that did not give a shit. When in reality she was a scared little girl who just wanted to be safe.

"I do not jump anything the crawls. Guys come to me." Trixie winked, "Trust me all guys come to me. I do not need to go search out for a man. And besides I am very picky. You're lucky I am even talking to you." The only reason she was was because he had guts and she had to admire that. "I like World of warcraft better, but Halo's effects are awesome." Video games was a secret pleasure of hers. She was confident to admit it.

"I was not going to say anything." She smiled as he said the part about having a brain. There was those guts again. It was quite hot. "Dirty trixie...you know me well. Heaven forbid anyone get in my way." She winked. "You are very perceptive. And you are a nice guy. I eat guys like you for lunch. I am way to mean for your nice personality. You need a little bad boy in you."

[D.J. Mac]

"This voice is far from being an act, its all natural." DJ explained. "I just think I'm a trend setter." He crossed his arms in front of chest, the girl was full of herself. "Then explain why I usually see more blondes cheering than brunettes?" he had a half cocked smile on his face.

"Guys come to you? Looks like I was the exception then." That couldn't be denied, he was there when she showed up needing to get to her locker. "Why not just admit it, my baby blues had you from the start?" His cockiness was starting to come though. "I'm more of a Resident Evil person, nothing like blasting a few zombies when things are rough."

"I call 'em like I see 'em," He said. "I'd like to see you try, you'll find that I'm a bit tougher to devour than most guys." The challenge was on now! "Just because I'm so nice and sweet right now doesn't mean I don't have a bad boy side, play your cards right and you might just get to see it. Just to give you a visual, I'm dressed in my leathers and riding my motorcycle, the wind blowing through my hair." He knew the kids in the lower grades always seemed to be in awe when they saw him approach.