Disclaimer: I do not own Newsies. Or half the information of this story, half is owned by Rubix the Cube because this is what we RPed about. And she came up with half and I came up with the other half. I share all claims to this story with her
Sorry for the long last chapter, I didn't think it'd be that long. But we had to have at least one longish chapter. God Logan is a dickhead, get the hell out of my life you fucktard! Sorry. But yeah. Hmph. Why the hell do I have to deal with this shit? It's not fucking worth it, damn stupid asshole.
Anyway, sorry about that. My little ranting section that you know nothing about, most of you, so yeah. Forget about it, this is my life and I live it, so yeah. Back to the things that matter.
I came home that night after dinner and a movie, hoping my dad wouldn't be home for a while, and if he was, hoping that he wasn't mad at me or anything. I went to my room promptly and opened up my diary so that I could write in it.
Dear Diary,
Went to Snitch's house again today. But before I write about that I just wanted to tell you about the weird phone call I got earlier today. I got a call from this guy that I have no idea who he is, but it was weird. He knew about me and Snitch. The only person that knows about us is Missy, I don't think Snitch told anyone, but only Missy knows about us and she promised she wouldn't tell anyone. I don't know how it got out. I mean, it's not like I want to keep everything secret, because I don't, it's just, I don't know too early to tell anyone yet. I'm still getting used to everything and stuff. But the fucktard of a dude told me how Snitch is like using me and stuff. He said that he never loved me or liked me; he just wanted me for sex. And then that all tied into what happened today at Snitch's house.
I don't know what to believe anymore. I love Snitch to death, everyone knows that. It's just, when you live in a house where you've never been loved in your entire life and you've been hurt constantly with words, it's hard to believe what other's say. You know what I mean? I can't stand it. I feel so bad because Snitch is like so honest when he says stuff, I want to believe him, and I really do. But it's hard for me. I don't understand it.
I mean, well, like I told Snitch about the whole celibate thing and he like flipped out. I mean, probably because it wasn't the best timing, but he like got all mad and stuff. Then he explained himself, but still it was a little suspicious. I mean, I know it's wrong to always question his motives, he hates that and I hate it too. I should trust him more than I do. I mean, I know for a fact he'll never hurt me, ever. I know he loves me. I know that he wouldn't do that to me.
I know it. I believe it. Drop it. Forget about it. Snitch I love you. Triggy, Snitch loves you too. That's how it goes. Believe it. Listen to it. Live it.
-- Trig
The next day came. Sunday. Nothing, the next day came too. Monday, school day. Damn it.
Well I guess I should elaborate more on the whole thing. I mean, people do know about us. They know that we're dating and stuff, but they don't know that we've done that. That's the only thing that they don't know. Only Missy knows that, and I highly doubt that she told anyone. But who would know? Who could have told?
Snitch picked me up for school, like he usually did. He thought it was dumb that I drive to school, then over to his house and back. So he just picked me up.
"Anything happen last night?" He asked.
No, besides the fact that our secret is out. "No. It was good."
"Oh okay." He said. "Look, I'm sorry for acting the way I did on Saturday. It was wrong, I'm sorry." He told me.
"No it's okay. I understand."
"It's not okay..."
"Just don't worry about it, okay?" I told him.
"Yeah, okay." He said, looking at the road again. I was scared to go into school. I had a bad feeling, and when I have bad feelings, they're usually indicators that something was going to happen.
...fuck. Something did happen. Missy came running up to me when Snitch and I arrived at school, holding hands as we walked down the sidewalk to the building. "Trigger, Trigger!" She said, as she came running to me.
"What? What's wrong?"
"It's out. I don't know how anyone knows. It's circulating around the whole school. Everyone knows. Look!" She said handing me a flyer. I gasped, I cringed, I cried. I turned around and started crying. My heart was going a mile a minute, a mile a second, a mile a millisecond. It was horrible.
"I'm so sorry, Trig." Missy told me. What was on the flyer, you're wondering. Well it's hard to explain. I mean, it really is. Not to describe, but to say without getting upset.
...all I can say is that some pervert caught us. They took a picture and enlarged it on a flyer. Yup, it was horrible. It wasn't like in A Walk to Remember where they had a fake picture of Jamie where she was like this hot tease girl. This was a real picture. No faking was needed. It was us...having sex. Now I understand how Paris Hilton felt when her video was out all over the internet, letting everyone and anyone access it as they wished. This was a picture of me, of us! Accessed to every single person in the entire high school. Now we had a body of over 2,000 people, that was a big school for us. And everyone saw it. They made enough for everyone.
Snitch grabbed it out of Missy's hand, looked at it and tore it up. He was sickened by it, he was hurt. Angry wasn't even a word used to describe how he felt, I'm sure. It hurt him like no else.
...don't cry. Don't let them bring you down. Let them see what they want to see, let them think what they want to think. Be strong, Trig. Don't give up. Don't give in. And I didn't. I let go of Snitch, and I dried my tears. I sniffed for the last time and gave one look at Missy and I walked off.
I saw the pointing and laughter of my peers. The ones who worshipped me, who wanted to be me. The ones whom I picked on so earlier in the year. They were having their laugh; their joke was now on me. I see it now. I understand. But I wasn't sorry. I don't care.
"There's the slut..." I heard. "Oh my God, Trigger fucked the loser." I listened. "Trig, come on and fuck me." I won't. I can't. "She'll probably fuck the principal." What the hell? That was like funny, it made me laugh, inside that is.
I walked to my locker, seeing pictures plastered to it. I ripped them off and tore them to pieces, hearing people laugh. I fingered in my combination and opened it. I turned for a second only to see another flash and a camera in my face. I pushed the bastard away as he continued to take my picture. "Get the hell away from me! Leave me alone." I told him.
"Trig, tell me what happened. What are these flyers going around?" The school newspaper, not actually the 'school' newspaper, but it was a student one. We had dorks and gossip lovers in our school. "Is that you?" He had a pen and paper in his hand.
"Back off, fucker." Snitch said pushing the nerd away as he guarded me from the cameras.
"Snitch, Snitch. Is it true that you fucked Trigger?" He asked.
"No. But I'll fuck you up the ass if you don't leave." Snitch warned.
"Just answer a few questions for our students."
"Leave bastard!" Snitch told him firmly again.
"How long have you two been 'bumping the booey'?"
"About as long as it's going to take me to shove my foot in your balls, now leave." He pushed the kid. Shit, a fight was going to erupt.
"Whoa, take it easy dude."
"I warned you faggot to leave Trig alone. Now leave!"
"I don't want any trouble..."
"Then turn your ass around and leave."
"But I'm trying to write a story..."
"I'm trying to be nice and not kick your ass. Now leave or I'll have to make you leave. And I'm not kidding." He told the kid.
"Alright, I'll leave. But could you answer some questions later?"
"I plead the fifth." He said. "I'm not answering any of your damn questions."
"Alright, alright." The dude said as he turned around and walked away.
Snitch turned toward me. "I'm so sorry, Trig."
"Don't worry about it."
"No, are you okay?"
"I'm fine." I answered. I wasn't fine. I was anything but fine. But that's life. You have to go on and you have to forget about what is happening.
"Trig..."
"Look I need to get to class." I snapped at him. "I'll...see you later." I turned my back and I left. Why? I don't know. I just did.
Yes a shorty chapter. Hehe cute. But sad. Stupid fucking high schoolers. I'll kick your asses!
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