Someone Else's Eyes

by SnitchsLins

She was the popular girl, he was the nerd, and how could a love possibly emerge from that? “Everything felt so wrong. When I’d look at them, it was as though I was looking into someone else’s eyes, now I realize those eyes were yours.”

3. Chapter 3

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

Yay! This is Part II of Someone Else's Eyes, yay! I hope you enjoyed Part I of this story. I worked really hard on this (okay not really) and I hope you enjoyed it. Haha I never had thismany consecutive reviewers ever in one of my stories. I love it. Maybe I should have more stories with the same story line as this one...or maybe it's just sex sells. Haha I love it though. Yay!

Now this is the part of the story where Trigger and Snitch get a little more, um, how can you say it? Physical I guess you could say. :blushes: Christ I rated it R for that reason, don't make fun of me. Haha, I don't know how it'll be, lemony, limey, sour, sweet or however the hell people rate those. It might be fluffy or something, I don't know. I have never understood that. LOL I'm such a dirty girl. And they say my life is rated PG? Well they obviously haven't read the RP's between Rubey and I. Uh-uh, no siree! We don't call them just regular RP's we call them 'porn' RP's, because mostly they involve porn. XD Oh well, enjoy! And you have been warned.

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We arrived in the parking lot and he led me to his car. He opened the door for me and I got in. He shut it and walked around to the other side and got in. He started the car and backed out. "So where are we going?" He asked.

Fuck. I forgot where we were going. Man, I never thought of that. I don't want a slushie; I just wanted an excuse to get out of that school. I had to think of something, anything. I did remember that I forgot my English notebook at my house, oh shit! No I didn't. Damn. Oh wait, he doesn't know that. "Oh shit. Damn I forgot my English notebook at my house and I have to get something out of it." If we go to my house, then fuck it, we're not going back to school today or maybe even tomorrow. Stop thinking like that Trigger, you dirty girl. I hope he doesn't realize that.

"Alright." He said as he turned and headed to my house. Thoughts were running through his mind, he never thought he'd be going to my house, not that he expected anything. But it's not to say he couldn't think about it. This is Trigger. The most beautiful girl in school. And she's mine for the taking. She likes me? I don't understand, but who needs to understand, she seems to understand it well enough. He told himself.

"Snitch, I couldn't be any happier right now." I told him. "I mean, I never actually thought that you'd give me a chance or anything. All I ever wanted to do was to just be with you and talk to you. All I ever dreamed about was just telling you how I felt about you, and you responding with the same feelings for me. I never expected us to actually kiss, you know." I smiled. "It was great. I loved it. It's weird that for so long, everything I've ever saved up for you actually were useful, you know. I mean, I've never kissed anyone until you. I've never held anyone's hand, until I held yours. I never looked at anyone the way I look at you...until you." I smiled, I was horrible at being romantic and shit, but it was working for me I think. "Snitch, I know it's kinda soon, but I just can't hold back. I have to tell you how I feel. Snitch, through everything that's happened between us, and whatever I did and didn't do, no matter what I said or what I did, I never meant any of it. I want to be with you and no one else. I've never felt this way before about anyone. I always was jealous when the girls would tell me things about what they did with their boyfriends and the way they felt about them. I never understood any of that; I never wanted to understand that. But now I do. The thing I'm trying to say is that, Snitch, I love you."

Snitch looked at me and smiled. He looked back on the road and then looked at me again. God I want to kiss her so badly. "I would kiss you, but I don't want to kill you in the process." He said focusing back on the road.

"That's okay. I understand." I told him. Just because he couldn't kiss me doesn't mean that I couldn't kiss him.

I was feeling sort of mischievous and kinky at the same time, when the two mix, it ain't pretty, but it's pretty damn good. I undid my seat belt, he looked at me like I was a crazy fuck, and I leaned over and breathed lightly on his ear, knowing that he couldn't resist it. I slowly nibbled it; I got it as a tip from one of my friends. She said it works pretty well. So I might as well try myself. I kissed the back of his neck so tenderly, and I was like 'what the hell am I doing?' I don't think he even knew. He kept driving. I just kept kissing him, knowing that it was wrong, it was forbidden, but I didn't care. I wanted him to want me just as much as I wanted him, so I had to make him want me. It was a game that I sure as hell wasn't going to lose.

"Tri, um, ahh..." he moaned as he kept driving. "I'm gonna ahh..." he moaned again. Bingo! "I'm gonna get in a car crash if you don't stop." He managed to say really fast.

Derr! What kind of pathetic loser am I? Do I want to die before finding out how far Snitch was willing to go with me? I don't think so! God why am I thinking about this. I'm such a dirty little girl.

I obeyed him and I sat back down and redid my seat belt. I noticed that he pulled over to the side of the road. What the fuck? Oh well.

He turned and looked at me. "Trigger, I don't know what is going on. I mean, this is everything I ever wanted. It is just happening so fast. I mean, first I come to school, dreading seeing you, but loving it too. You start to make fun of me, and then when your friends leave you're like a totally different person. Then we start to talking, I find out you like me too, we end up kissing and now we're heading to your house. I mean, not to do anything of course, but we left school to 'go somewhere', not that that means anything, but you know." He stumbled over his words, a little embarrassed. "I just, I mean, it's hard to think everything is for real and to believe everything."

I understood him completely, for I was feeling the same thing. I knew my feelings were true; I just had to make sure his were too. He was always so shy and everything, but now isn't a time for him to be shy. "Snitchy," I told him, my voice soft. "I meant all those things I told you. My feelings for you are real. I wouldn't lie, I promise." I assured him. "Snitchy, don't worry about anything. Just do what comes naturally, okay. I mean, I don't know what you want or anything, but I..." I what? What do I want? Don't say a word, don't say a word...

fuck!

"You what, Trig?"

"I just want you to feel comfortable around me and stuff." I told him, I'm so goddamn bashful, it sucks. He must feel very comfortable around me, because he leaned over to me and started kissing me. It was good, I loved it.

His kisses became more intense as time went on, which I loved. It was either him or me that made the intensity go up, I don't really know. I frankly didn't really care! I grabbed his shirt and pushed him over to his own side of the car. Then I crawled over to him, and straddled his lap as I pushed him against the car door. It was a battle between our tongues, which sounds kind of gross, but until you do it, you'll never know how ungross it is. It was a full blown make-out session, you know, teeth chattering, lips pressed so hard against the other I swore they'd bruise, tongues wrestling within each other's mouths, it was insanely hott. And just to think, we were in a fucking car! That really didn't bother me much, as long as he was there and we were together, that's all that matters to me.

I felt him leave my mouth and head to my neck. He kissed my neck really hard, I was sure he was going to leave some sort of mark or something. It's all good in the hood. I really didn't care what the hell he was doing, as long as he was doing something. Oh God, Snitch. Don't do this to me. Don't make me feel like this. I thought. I wondered what he was feeling, or even if he was feeling the exact same way. I hoped and wished he did.

I was a girl of the bible, I had morals and I knew the difference between right and wrong. I knew what God wanted me to do and what he didn't want me to do. Besides swearing and taunting, I don't think I'm that much of a bad person. I ask for forgiveness every night and I know Jesus, so I'm saved and I'm going to Heaven. No one is perfect and I'm sure God doesn't expect me to be. If God was in my shoes, would he really say no to him? How could he say no to Snitch? I mean, if God was attracted to men and all, which is very doubtful, but you never know. ((A/N: Haha!!)) I go to church every Sunday, so just let me do this just this once and I'll never do it again until I'm married. Dear Jesus, you know I love You with all my heart, mind and soul, just like you told me to. I'm trying to be strong, but this is an opportunity that may never come up again. Forgive me of everything I do, for I'm not in my regular mind. I love Snitch, he's everything I wanted and everything I've ever wanted in a guy. He's just everything! He's so perfect! If I screw up tonight, I ask for forgiveness, forgive me please. I understand what I'm doing, but I have to. I'm gonna go as far as he wants me to, because I want to. I know it's pointless to pray when I know exactly what I'm doing, but I want to, I have to. God I love you! I said my prayer of forgiveness and I left the rest to God.

I felt up and down his sides, feeling the ridges of his ribs. He was so skinny, yet so strong and muscular. I mean, not muscular like a football player or anything like that, he was a writer not an athlete. He was just so, mmm! I tugged at his buttoned shirt that he was wearing; now don't get me wrong, it was a great shirt. When I say buttoned I don't mean plaid and stuff, it was a nice buttoned shirt. I pulled him over to me and into the back seat and then I came back after him.

You know what they say about the backseats of cars. Bad things happen there, not that I wanted it to happen in the backseat of his car, but I really wasn't thinking clearly then. I just hoped that whatever happened, it happened right and we didn't get caught. I continued kissing him all over, I loved it! My hands found the buttons of his shirt and I worked at them for a while, before he grabbed my hand and stopped me. His lips left mine and he broke apart from me.

Shit!

"Trig, Trig." He said, heaving for air. "I want this as much as you do, but..." He struggled with his words. "Not here... Not now... Not in the back of my car." A boy, controlling himself? Wow! Something I never heard about before. Oh God please tell me he's not gay! "It's not you, honestly, it's just the whole thing isn't right. Plus we don't have...protection."

Protection? Fuck! I forgot about protection, it didn't even pass through my mind. Well, at least he was looking out for me. That's always a good sign. I truly appreciate it, although I didn't look like I was at that moment. I let him go past me and up to the front seat. I followed close behind him, kind of down-trodden. But it was okay, we were heading to my house to get my "English notebook". I was kind of doubting it now. I mean, the moment was kind of ruined, wasn't it? I don't know, I guess we'll find out when we get there.

He neared my house and I pointed out which one it was. I was feeling doubtful, but that was okay, at least I was with Snitch, that's all that really mattered. I got out of the car, and went to my front door. I got the keys out of my pocket and opened it. I walked in and, of course, he followed. I stood for a while, in just pure stupidity. Finally I made a move, a move to get my notebook that is. "I guess I should get my...." But I was stopped when I felt a hand on my waist that pushed me over to the taller figure standing in front of me. Our lips locked for the first time since that infamous car incident that happened just minutes ago.

Uh-oh! It's going to happen. What do I do? What do I say? How do I? I've never done this thing before, but neither has he, most likely. I'll just let whatever happens, happen.

Yay! This chapter is up. The next one is gonna be the hott and spicy one. Yayness. I'm so excited, I love it. Teehee, I don't think it's that bad, but what do I know anyway? :shrugs: Oh well, you'll get to see me and Snitch have some sex...haha yay! XD

Special thanks to my reviewers:

Fantasy3: Thank you so much for reviewing babe! Do you really think moi and Snitch are cute together? :huggles Fantasy: I love you baby! Hehe, you make me so happy! Thanks a ton!

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Rubix The Cube: Love you to babe. You're awesome. Thanks for making an RP that made me a hit! Haha, I needed a boost in my...ego. XD But yeah, I know I don't have his thoughts and stuff. I don't know if I will, I can't think like a dude...or can I? But yeah, I guess I should have at least one. I might, I might not. And yes, I am a very horney child, I'm deprived so I need something to keep my ranging hormones at work. Haha. Love you hun!

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And....Splashey: Haha that was nothing compared to...well the next chapter and this one really. Haha I love it. I'm glad that you know what slushies are. Like they're called different things everywhere. Like they can be called slush puppies, icees, shaved ices and crap like that. But here in PA they're called slushies, or slushes (as Nate calls them). But I think the flavor is going to be...coke or blue raspberry. Because those both are great. hehe. I love your randomness Splashey! Haha. :hails to dead grandmother Francis: Haha, I'm glad she could be of use to you. And that tree line, I went into Old Navy on Saturday and it was on one of the shirts. Oops and I stole it. haha. Love you!

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