Disclaimer: I do not own Newsies or anything about it. I only take claims to myself, Trigger, that's it.

This was an idea that I got from an RP with Rubix. I loved it and could elaborate well on it, so I made it into a story. I always use the same scenario for me and my man Snitch, but this one I really and truly enjoyed and I hope you do as well. XD

Another day at school. Fuck. School, my enemy, yet the enemy loves me. I guess I shouldn't complain, I guess other kids have it worse than I do; although sometimes I don't understand how or why. I know, I know, you're probably wondering what the hell some popular girl is whining about and why she is whining, right? I know people, I am those people. I'm the girl every girl wants to be and every guy wants to be with. Even though all the girls hate my guts and think I'm a bitch, they still want to be me. I'm not trying to sound conceded at all and I'm sorry if I do, that's just what I've been told.

There stands Snitch, the nerd. I don't know anything about him, except that, well, no I don't, forget that. I don't want to, but I have to. "Heya Bucky-boy!" I taunted, hearing everyone's applause as they laughed. It was what I lived for, but not what I wanted. That was their way of saying 'great job, Trigger. Throw us another one. Show that outcast whose boss!' I didn't want to throw them another one; I felt for him, I really did. He was what I wanted to be.

Snitch looked at me as he put his book away in his locker; he gave me a glare and looked down at the floor.

I'm getting somewhere. Where? I don't know, but I know I'm doing a good job of getting there. "So bucky, I don't think it's a good idea that you hang out at the Beaverhead Lodge." I laughed making fun of his buck teeth which I so adored. "I mean, when people go beaver hunting, they might mistake you for one." I inched closer to him, so that I could be in his face. "No one would want that would they?" I said, flirting a little. I heard the girls giggling behind me and I smiled.

Snitch's face didn't change expression, I could tell he was hurt and pissed off. But it was my job; I was the superior to him, well kind of. "No, wouldn't want that to happen." He said, trying to sound tough, but it wasn't really working for him.

"It'd be very sad." I teased, seeing as his face turned bright red with embarrassment. I'm so sorry, Snitch. Really I am! Please don't think that I want to be this way.

We heard the lunch bell ring. My girls shot out of there as fast as they could, I think they wanted to make sure we get the same table or something. I'm not really sure, but as far as I care, Snitch and I were alone. I hated lunch most of all. It made my day so sucky. But I had to go to it; it's what made me what I am today. Psht, like I'm proud of it!

Snitch grabbed his lunch bag and slammed his locker door. He was so tall and strong, and I was just short and skinny, that's it. It was like he didn't ever have to work up to what he was today, it just came naturally. Nope, not me!

He turned to leave, but somehow my arm shot out and stopped him. I could tell he was surprised by the one-eyed-brow-in-the-air look he gave me. "Why do you always sit by yourself?" A sound of compassion came from my voice, but I don't think he sensed it.

He pulled away from me quickly before shrugging. "I don't know" was his answer, but since he was Snitch he had to have a better explanation. "I like being by myself. It's nice. No people and I can do whatever I want."

I wish I could sit alone with no people around. I'm not that lucky though. "Well, doesn't it get boring or lonely by yourself?" My topic of discussion was a shitty one, but at least we were talking civilly.

He shrugged his shoulders again nervously, I think, as he stuck one of his hands in his pants pockets. "No" he told me. "I like to watch people, not to be with them." He paused and looked at me with nervousness in his eyes. I think he saw that I wanted him to continue. "Like, they interest me, kind of. I mean, I like being a spectator, I've always been that way."

"Don't you ever get embarrassed?" I asked hoping I wasn't prying into his own business.

"No, why should I?" The first question he asked me. Was I supposed to answer? I don't know, but by the way he looked, I think he wanted an answer.

"I don't know." I looked away wondering how honest I should be. "I mean, I'd think it'd be kinda embarrassing sitting by myself. But that's just me."

"Well, this is me." He sounded threatened by my presence, but I can't blame him.

I looked away, wondering what to say. "Well are you really content by yourself? I mean, could I maybe sit with you?" I crossed my fingers behind my back, hoping he'd accept my offer.

His eyes narrowed, I could tell he wasn't happy. "Why? So you can make fun of me more?" His voice was raised, which I never heard before. I never heard of Snitch getting angry, I was the first! I was flattered, sort of.

I frowned, understanding why he was upset. What could I do? "Snitch, don't take any of what I said seriously. Look, I never mean to say those things at all. I only do it because it's what they expect from me. I mean, what will people think...."

"Why do you care what people think of you?" He sounded kind of angry again.

I shrugged; I cared because my reputation rested on the opinion of other people. "I don't know. Why don't you care?"

"Why should I? Who am I here to impress?"

"Well, I don't know. Could I sit with you?" I blurted out again, getting a little bit impatient.

"Why do you want to? What do you want with me?" He asked.

"Look, I just want to sit with you because I want to. Do I have to have a motive to talk to you?" I asked a little upset myself.

"With you, yes! Look whatever you're doing; you can stop now because you're not fooling me!"

"Who said I'm trying to fool anyone?"

"Look, you're popular, I'm not. You care what people think, I don't. You like being with people, I don't. See a pattern emerging?"

It was pretty obvious, but it's not like I never thought about it before. "So what! We're different! Is that supposed to mean anything? I don't care. Look, I just want to get to know you and I want to be with you. Do I need a motive for that? I want to talk to you. I want to know you and I want to sit with you! Just forget it!" Forget it? This was my chance to finally prove to him and myself that I'm not a bitch. What more could I do? I tried and I did what I could, so I guess that's it. I turned to walk away, but he stopped me. Why?

"You can sit with me if you want." He said not looking at me. I think he was a little ashamed by his temper, which I didn't mind at all (the temper that is). He looked so cute when he was angry.

"Are you sure?" I asked, hoping he was for real.

He nodded and smiled at me. For the first time, he wasn't frowning at me, he was smiling.

"Don't do me any favors."

"No I want to." He told me. The fuck he did! I grinned a little too, trying to hide the fighter jets that were cruising full speed in my stomach. I didn't know what I was doing or why I was doing it, but I didn't care. This was me and Snitch now, not me and someone else. I don't care what people think, I want to be with him and I want to sit with him. If they don't want me to, then fuck them. I'm doing what I want and I'm not worrying about it.

This was going to be a one-shot, but it was too long to be a one-shot so I decided to split it up and put it into chapters. Yay, there are only going to be a few chapters, nothing huge like ANEF. So yeah, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. The second one is coming soon! I have it written, I just want to give you time to read it.

I hope you enjoy this story. I just want to give a special thanks to Rubix the Cube for the awesome RP we had, which gave me the inspiration to write this story. You're so awesome hunny, I love you so much. :kisseshugstackles:

Now go and do what reviewers do best, review! I love you loves!