Cover me with kisses, baby
Cover me with love
Roll me in designer sheets
I'll never get enough
Emotions come, I don't know why
Cover up love's alibi

Trixie's POV.

I woke up listening to the groans of Alaska beside me, and I could see her in her last night's clothes. She'd probably have a headache, and of course, I had it too, but not so intense.

"Trix, are you awake?" she asked screaming.

"Now, yes," I complained.

"Can you make somebreakfast?" she pleaded while she was searching blindly for her phone in the bedside table, "Mom isn't here and the housekeeper doesn't come today."

"No," I refused. I was used to make her breakfast everytime I stayed, but after everything that happened last night, the last thing I wanted to do was getting up and doing anything at all, "Let's go for something to eat, I don't wanna cook."

"Please" she begged, and I almost gave up, "I don't wanna walk."

"Ask for an uber, then," I said obviously.

"Agh, fine," she got up angrily. Her hair was messier than usual and last night makeup was still present, incluiding some of the black lipstick that I tried in vain to remove, "You're a terrible friend, Beatrice Mattel," she made fun of my name before locking herself in the bathroom.

She took a shower with icy water, and while I waited patiently my turn, I remembered a little about last night. Jessie acted like a huge jerk... Did I still like him? Was I going to forgive him despite what he did? I honestly thought he was a better kisser, and yeah, the fact that he was drunk rested him hundreds of points. Then, the image of the Russian blonde who defended me came back to my mind. Last night I acted horribly towards her. In her voice there was sincerity, she was really worried about me and, I didn't give her the chance to start fine. She looked so pretty last night, and her lips, compared to Jessie's, looked a thousand times better, like a pair of delicious cherries with that pretty red lipstick in her beautiful smile.

Suddenly, I realized what I was thinking. 

It couldn't be possible, Jessie was almost perfect (yeah, without counting last night trouble), and I was having thoughts about Katya's lips. What was wrong with me? I got up and started jumping around like crazy to get these thoughts out of my head. Again, what the hell was wrong with me?

"Uh, Trix, are you okay?" Alaska asked confused. I was so concentrated in scolding myself for those thoughts that I didn't realized she was done with her shower.

"Yes!" I said, blushing so hard, "I'm going to take a shower, and then we can go for something to eat. Then I have to go back home to find a stupid dress for the stupid party."

Lasky smiled with compassion.

"I wish I could join you to make it less shitty, but today I'm going to the speed zone," she screamed excitedly, and then she squeezed her head, "I forgot that I'm still hungover."

"Will you meet Sharon?"

"I hope so, I have to go super sexy to leave her drooling for me," she said proudly.

I just rolled my eyes funnily and got in the shower. I put on a pair of jeans and a rather simple shirt, combed my curls in a high ponytail, and applied my makeup, but when I came out, Alaska was asleep again. As much as I wanted to let her sleep, I had to wake her up because I was starving.

We went to a coffee shop, and being there I could see the girl who Katya tried to defended yesterday with her sister and the other dark-haired girl. I showed her to Lasky, and she quickly looked for Sharon, but we didn't find her, or at least not with the gaze.

"Should I ask her about Sharon?" Lasky said.

"No, you're gonna look desperate," I mocked.

"Tracy, darling, I'm desperate," she replied, with a face of suffering.

I just rolled my eyes, and we went to sit down at a table to order.

My morning was quiet, compared to what awaited me at home. Coming to my house, Sam wanted me to tell her all everything about the party, but I was so tired that I fell asleep agreeing to tell her later.

When I woke up, I got ready to go out and buy a dress. I changed on a pink high-waist skirt and a white blouse with shoes of the same color, I left my curls loose putting on a little pink ribbon. I did my makeup and took my bag to wait for Sam and mom in the car. The road was full of questions from both of them, unfortunately, I wasn't in the mood to answer most of them.

We spent most of the day trying to pick out a dress that was fancy and pretty enough for Sam and I didn't really care, but it meant a lot for her that her older sister was helping her pick out a dress.

I left the store for a moment with the excuse of going to the bathroom for a moment, even though it was a terrible excuse, mom seemed to believe me. She seemed almost as tired of me. 

I went to a nearby makeup store and being there for a while I could recognize the Russian blonde trying to pick out an eyeshadow palette. I couldn't help but smile at her looking all nervous like she was trying to get nobody to see her while she tried to figure it out how buying makeup worked. But then, she looked up and her blue eyes met mine, she smirked at me slightly, so I could barely perceive it. I looked away quickly when I felt my cheeks blush and tried to get out as fast as possible. The last thing I wanted was her to talk to me.

I walked as fast as I could back to the dress shop, and I could see that she was coming after me. What the hell did she want? I went into the store, and when I saw that she came in with me, I turned around and finally faced her.

"Are you following me?" I asked angrily.

"Excuse me?" she asked incredulously, but still smiling.

"Stop following me, please," I said clearly, but she just laughed.

"Yes, Barbie. Whatever you ordered," she mocked giving me a bow, took me by the shoulders and gently pulled me away to go to the counter, "Hi, I'm coming for an order in the name of Brianna Needles."

The girl wrote something on the computer and went for the dress. She turned to me and winked while she scanned me from head to toe, which made me blush horribly for some reason. Then, she signed a couple of papers and the girl handed her a blue dress.

"Goodbye Barbie, pretty skirt by the way," she said with a smirk and walked out of the store, making me completely blushed.

I took those thoughts out of my head and headed back to the dressing rooms where Sam and Mom were. I found a dress much earlier than Sam did, mine was pink, long and tight but at the same time it was quite elegant, hers was a cute short pastel yellow.

Back at the house, I kept thinking again about the stupid blonde and our meeting at the mall, why the hell did I blush so much? She was an idiot, I didn't want to see her again... Or I wanted? I thought about her horrible blue eyes and her stupid smile that made me blush. How could a person look this good if her hair was a mess?

I took my phone and on Instagram, tried to find her, however, there was no "Katya Needles" so instead I searched the name of the dress owner who went to look for, I think it was her sister. When I finally found her and I entered her profile, in her last photo as if by magic, I found a comment that said "I love you, kitten". It was from Katya. When I read it, I couldn't help but get a smile on my face. Who would say that a girl as rude as her would be so sweet with her sisters? Finally, I opened her profile, and it was a big disappointment when I realized that she had it private and only 15 people followed her. Obviously, she wasn't going to let me follow her, and it's not like I want to follow her after all.

I was about to turn off my phone when it began to vibrate, showing Lasky's mom's name.

"Hello?" I answered confused

"Hi Trixie, Alaska told me that she'd stay with you tonight, do you think I can talk to her? She's not answering my calls," she said worriedly.

Fucking Alaska, she lied to her mom telling her she was meeting me to get the hell out in the speed zone.

"Uh yes, she's with me, but she fell asleep, do you want me to wake her up?" I asked, internally praying her to say no.

"Oh no, it's okay, can you remind her that tomorrow she has to take her French test at 8? I'll pick her up early at your house," she responded kindly.

"Of course ma'am, I'll remember her," I said, trying to sound as relaxed as possible.

"Thank you, Trixie, you're an angel," she said goodbye to me and hung up. I had lied to Lasky's mom for the first time, and I felt so bad.

Alaska wouldn't return my calls, and I was already desperate.

"Sam!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, and my blonde sister came running.

"What's up?"

"Do you know where the speed zone is?" I asked, finding something decent to wear.

"Yes... Wait, you're going? Oh, Trixie! Take me with you, please!" she begged excitedly.

"No. No way" I denied it "give me the address."

"I'll give it to you if you take me," she threatened me.

"I told you no, Samantha, now give me the fucking address!"

"Well, good luck trying to find the place," she said, heading out.

"Fine!" I yelled furiously. "We leave in five minutes, get dressed."

"Oh my god! Thank you! You're the best sister in the world!" She hugged me excited to go running off to her room. What the hell did I get myself into?

***

We took an uber and got as close as we could to the place, but we had to get off early and walk because it was quite hidden.

The place terrified me I don't lie. There were a lot of people who looked scary, and on the walls, there was a lot of graffiti, some of them artistic, and some of them very simple. As we got closer to the bikers, I could see that on one wall were hanging several pictures of different people with lots of candles around and farewell messages with their names on them. Goosebumps formed all over my body instantly. All these people were dead.

"Tracy!" I heard a scream. It was the voice of Alaska.

"Lasky?" We got closer to her, and I could see Sharon by her side "Why the fuck didn't you answer? Your mother has called, why did you lie to her?"

"Hey, relax," she laughed "Hi Sam, how did you convince her to bring you?"

"It wasn't easy," she admitted, "did you run?"

"No, Sharon won't run today, her bike is in the workshop."

"Alaska, let's go, your mother says you have a test tomorrow in the morning."

"Can we stay? Please, Trixie!" Sam begged me putting her hands together

"No, let's go."

"Do you have to leave so early, Barbie?" I heard someone asked behind me with a Russian accent.

I turned to find Katya on her stupid motorcycle, showing her stupid white teeth in a stupid smile.

"Yes," I affirm angrily.

"Stay and watch me run, or better yet, run with me," she proposed and I just laughed as she told me a joke.

"You're crazy if you think I'd risk my life in such a stupid way," I mocked.

"Do it, Trixie!" I was encouraged by an excited Sam.

"Trixie? That's your name, huh?" she said with a smirk making me blush "I suppose you're not brave enough to do so."

"I won't fall in your stupid game I'm not a dork," I answered, giving her an eye roll.

"How about we make a bet?" she came closer to me, getting dangerously close, but I took a couple of steps back.

"What can you have that I want so much?" I asked curiously.

"If you come up with me and we finish the race without you begging to get off, I'll never bother you again, not you, not your sister, not Alaska, even Sharon will stay away from her, you'll never hear about us again," she said, smiling safely.

"What the fuck?..." Sharon asked angrily, but Katya just winked at her.

I looked back to see at Lasky, who saw me smiling funny. I don't know what she had in mind, the truth is, that I didn't even know what I had in my own head.

"But, If you scream me to stop if you ask me to put you down and for some reason, I don't finish the race, you, pretty barbie," I blushed again, "Will give me your number and I'll give you mine, and, you'll buy me a drink."

I just laughed at her dumb bet.

"Fine," I accepted. It can't be that bad, right?.

She just widened her smile and got on the bike.

"Come on Barbie, it's almost starting," she said.

I gave Sam and Alaska one last quick look to get on her motorcycle and hug her waist.

"Let's go, Katya!," I heard Lasky scream; It was evident that she didn't want to stop seeing Sharon.

We were about to move on when a skinny girl approached us.

"Katya? What the hell are you doing?" she referred to me.

"Hi, Vi," said as if nothing the blonde.

The girl was very beautiful. She had refined factions and was so thin; she looked like a magazine model.

"I will not go with you today?" she said pouting.

"No," Katya denied, bored.

"All right," she said, rolling her eyes "good luck, baby," she came over to kiss her gently at the corner of her lips and shake her hips. It was fucking awkward.

I held her waist again, and we took off where the other bikers were. I realized that no one was wearing a helmet and suddenly I realized that it was twice as dangerous, so I started shaking again.

"Are you sure, Barbie?" she mocked me.

"How insecure is this?" I asked nervously.

"Pretty much, but as the muses are running today, we're also trying to make it less dangerous for you," she responded as she took off her belt and gave it to me "if we use it both, it's safer."

And so I did. Surround us both and adjust it as hard as possible.

I sigh heavily, why hasn't it started yet? So this would be over once for all.

"Tell me something, Barbie. You're too quiet,"

"Is that girl your girlfriend?," I asked curiously

"Violet? No," she denies it quickly, "She's just, uh, affectionate with me," she laughed, but it was awkward for me.

They started the motorcycles indicating that it was time to start the race. Great, my time to die had come.

"You can say a few words of encouragement, that would help me,"

I thought about it a little while I hugged her small waist.

"Please, don't kill us. I love my life," I begged while she laughed like crazy. Her laugh was rather childish, but it relaxed a little though I was about to run a race, "Seriously, be careful, I'm afraid," I admit

"Don't worry Trixie, I'll be careful," she assured me by caressing my trembling hands, "But, I sincerely hope you'll be so frightened that you'll ask me to stop,"

I just smiled nervously as a girl stood in front of everyone saying the rules of the race, which were a little obvious, but not safe enough for me.

She raised the scarf in her hand and shook it at the start of the race. It was like fucking hell. I had no idea how fast we were going, but I understood why were so illegal; I could only drop a couple of muffled screams, my head was spinning a thousand times, and I wanted to get off, but I assumed I could take it a little longer. Katya was one of the first, and I didn't know if it was good or bad because a lot of people were trying to cross her dangerously, so I'd be lying if I thought I didn't get a couple of tears out of the fright. We started the third and final lap when Katya skied her motorcycle too much, and I was about to die of fear.

"Stop!," I screamed scared, "Please, stop!"

And she almost did, when we heard the sound of a pair of sirens. They were cops.

"Hold on tight and cover the plate," she ordered, and I followed her instructions.

"Wait! What about Lasky and Sam?" I asked worried

"They're with Sharon, she'll take them to your house," she said while she was speeding away.

I held on tight, trying not to shake too much, but it was useless for me when I realize that two policemen on motorcycles were following us. Katya sped up, causing me to stumble as she removed the belt that held us together. She wandered into a dark street where we didn't see the cops anymore, but we still heard the sirens coming closer and closer to us.

"Get down here and hide, I'll come back for you as soon as I lose them," she assured me, and I get down quickly hiding in a trash can watching her go away.

The motorcycles followed her quickly without seeing me. I was safe for now, but for some reason, I was worried about her.

I checked the time on my phone that was bare with battery, it was after midnight, and there was no signal to call Sam or Alaska. I was trapped in this dump, stained with mud and my only salvation for coming home was the Russian blonde.

It passed 30 minutes or maybe a little longer I didn't know the exact time because my phone completely went dead when I heard the sound of a motorcycle approaching.

"Hey Trixie, are you here?"  she asked silently.

"Yeah, I'm here," I said coming out of the dumpster watching her mock about my condition.

"Wow, you stink," she laughed.

"Really? I thought if I walked into the dumpster, I'd smell like roses and cotton candy," I said, pouting my lips.

"Relax Barbie, you don't have to be rude,"

"Take me home, please," I tried to get on the motorcycle, but she stopped me.

"You're not going up like that, I just cleaned it," she said determinedly.

"What do you want me to do? Get naked?," I asked angrily, and she just nodded, "No, I won't."

"You're lucky that Blair left a hoodie here," she said, as she lifted up the seat showing some kind of trunk, in which she pulled out a big yellow hoodie, "Here we go," she said extending it towards me, "She won't mind if you wear it."

"You're crazy if you think I'm gonna get naked in front of you," she said angrily.

"All right, I'll turn around," she said laughing.

"No, I don't," I refused.

"Well, you can go home by yourself, 'cause then you won't get on," she said pulling out the motorcycle and went a little further.

"No!" I screamed scared, "all right, I will do it, but, don't turn around!"

"I won't, I promise," she raised her hands innocently while I rolled her eyes.

Katya's POV.

I don't turn around. I adjusted the rear-view mirror, and I could see her undressing angrily. She took off her tight blouse showing a pair of big breasts and a small waist, unbuttoned the pants she was wearing and took them off, revealing a pair of legs made by the gods and her ass, oh my God! Her ass was my new favorite thing in the whole wide world. This doll needs to be mine.

The show didn't last long as she put on Blair's hoodie, which barely covered her pale pink panties.

"You, nasty bitch! Stop staring at me!" she screamed angrily, punching me in the arm.

"Hey! I wasn't looking!" I lied.

She just rolled her eyes and hugged my waist again, ready to go home, but the fact that she was only in lingerie under that sweater distracts me a little bit.

"Katya," she called me, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah?," I asked.

"I'm cold," she said shyly.

It was obvious, she had a simple sweater and she was almost naked.

"Here, take my jacket," I said take it off and give it to her.

"Thank you," she replied, putting it on and embracing my waist.

Her cold hands touching the uncovered part of my belly gave me chills, her head on my back too, her breasts touching my back, well, that was something else. I started the motorcycle and she gave me her address. The road was long and silent, I could feel her breath and it felt very good.

When we got to the luxurious house, she got down slowly and sighed heavily.

"Uh, thanks for the ride,"

"You're welcome, but I think you owe me something," I reminded her smiling.

"Katya, I'm straight," she said me laughing.

"And?" I asked curiously.

She just rolled her eyes and I reached out to me to give her my phone. She wrote down her number and then kept it with a pink heart.

"Send me a message to check you in, my phone is dead," she said, smiling nervously

"Of course, you still owe me a drink, princess," she blushed again, and she looked so fucking cute when she does it, "I think, you should come in, it's cold."

"Oh, right! Your jacket!" she replied, removing it.

"No, keep it, give it back to me next time we meet,"

"Sure," she giggled, "Good night Katya,"

"Good night, Barbie, nice legs!" I yelled at her grinning, "Call me!"

"Shut up!" she begged as she entered her house and closed the door quietly.

What a weird night, I had to kiss her soon, or in another way, I'd die, that girl was a dream, and the best part of it was that she was aware of it.

Trixie's POV.

I went up to my room quietly, without wiping the smile off my face. I went into my room, and I found Alaska sitting on my bed drinking nervously a mug of coffee.

"Oh my god, Trixie! Are you okay?" she asked worriedly.

Sam entered quickly, closing the door.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I responded.

"Why are you almost naked?" Sam asked curiously.

"Is that Katya's jacket?"

"Oh my god! It is!" Sam squealed happily, "Did she fuck you?

My eyes open widened, and I only gave a stronger laugh than the other one,

"Shut up, I'll tell you everything tomorrow, now I'm dying for sleep," I said, putting my phone charging.

I took a pair of pajamas out of my drawer and another one of underwear to take a shower, without stop thinking about what happened tonight. For the first time in a long time, I'd done something interesting on a weekend. Finally, when I get dressed, Lasky was fallen asleep, and Sam had gone to her room. I checked my phone and I saw a lot of messages, but there was one, from an unknown number that stood out from the others, I opened it and I couldn't help but smile when I saw it say, "good night, beautiful Barbie, I hope you get enough rest to buy me a drink soon,"

I kept her as "Katya" simply accompanied by a black heart.

I went to bed with a gigantic smile, and before I knew it, I fell asleep thinking about the Russian blonde who had recently come into my life and had no plans to leave her son.

I really hope you enjoy the story! Please, vote and comment! (Outfit of Trixie in the speed zone.)
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