>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?