AN: Hey everybody. I thought I'd just mention that I was nominated for the Fall 2008 Fan-something awards. Go to www fanfiction net/u/1452458/# to vote for me, or Wishing Time Would Stop, or Cookies, or Expressing Yourself. You don't have to vote for me or one of my stories, but just make sure you vote for a Maitlyn story in some way to show the Smitchie and Naitlyn lovers that we're up for a fight! XD
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Chapter 4 - Break In
It felt like I'd just fallen asleep when something started tapping on my cheek. I tried to ignore it and closed my eyelids tighter. The tapping turned into poking followed by a whisper, "Get your ass up!"
I opened my eyes and sat straight up but I didn't recognize my surroundings. I remembered I was at Miss Torres' house and calmed down, but I was in the dark and I couldn't see who had woken me up.
"What the hell?" I snapped at the dark figures. A hand slapped over my mouth and I could hear a second person let out a nervous and shaky sigh.
"Shhh!" The person next to me hissed into my ear.
"Lola? Sander?" I asked as the hand slowly moved away now that I was whispering. "What are you guys doing here?"
"Saving you from the teacher whore." Lola whispered while pulling me off the comfortable couch by my arm.
"No thanks." I pulled my arm out of her tight grasp. "I didn't call for any prince charming."
"You mean you like being kidnapped?" She asked in a sarcastic slash annoyed tone.
"What are you talking about? I asked to crash on her couch and she said yes." I explained. Lola's really starting to piss me off.
"Jason said he saw her walk you out of the party and take off in her car." She quickly told me. "I was just making sure you're okay. You'd do the same for me."
"Yeah, I'd wake you up from the best sleep of your life to drag you out of a house in the middle of the night." I replied while sitting back down. I could see Sander's outline move slowly towards the door, ready to make a run for it.
"Chill out Caitlyn, I was just making sure that crazy woman wasn't murdering you or something." Lola defended.
"I get it. You don't like her. But you don't have to keep calling her names and acting like a bitch." I retorted, starting to get a little angry. Okay, a lot angry.
"At least I don't sleep on a teacher's couch." She replied with the lamest comeback I'd ever heard her say.
"Why don't you leave before a neighbor calls the cops." I warned.
"I'm with Caitlyn." Sander murmured. He was right next to the window they'd crawled through. He already had one leg propped up and ready to go.
"Shut up." Lola hissed at him.
"Leave." I demanded while standing up. "Before I call the cops."
"What's with you Caitlyn? Usually you'd already be out the door and we'd be sneaking into a movie or something. But ever since this...teacher came along, you've been acting like a completely different person." She protested.
Have I changed? No, I'm still me. I'm still Caitlyn Gellar. Lola must be sniffing something because I have not changed. At all. Not even a little bit. None...I think.
"Maybe because I've got a lot of crap to deal with. And you breaking into her house and trying to steal me doesn't help." I whispered. She was silent for a minute. I listened to the sounds of Sander slipping out the window and sticking his head back inside, begging her to hurry up.
"Lola." He hissed. "Your five minutes is up! Going to jail is not on my future plans list."
"Chill out." She whispered back in a distant tone.
"Lola!" He whined.
"Just leave if you want to." She told him, the fire burning inside her.
"Maybe I will." I warned her while leaning farther away from the window.
"Caitlyn." She turned her attention to me. Instead of saying more, she just placed her hands on my shoulders and leaned down. She pressed her lips softly against my lips, but a split second later it was hard and rough. She shoved her tongue past my unmoving lips and rubbed it everywhere. I didn't bother to push her off me, but after a few seconds of feeling the desperation in her I was hooked.
I put my hands on her hips and pulled her closer. I opened my mouth wider and our mouths moved as one. It was the most meaningful kiss I'd ever had. I had so much power over her. That's what I crave. The power. Power over people. Over anything. I love it. It's probably because I have no power (actually nothing at all) back home. But I'm not the shrinkand frankly I couldn't give a monkey's banana on Mars.
It wasn't until I felt her hands sliding my shirt up that I pushed her off me. Even in the dark room I could see her blushing. She gave out this light little giggle and stepped back with a sudden shy mood to her.
"Sorry. I forgot where we were." She whispered.
"Yeah." Was all I could say at the moment.
"So let's bail. My house is only like ten minutes away." She whispered in a seductive voice while reaching for my hand.
"No thanks. I'm staying." I whispered back. "Besides if I leave she'll wonder where I went in the morning."
There was a pause followed by a sigh. "She's still all you care about? Whatever. I'll see you later."
I waited until the sounds of her and Sander walking and talking faded. Then I slowly turned to face the window. I sighed once and sat back down on the couch.
"Did you like the show?" I asked the room at a normal volume. There was the small sound of air moving as a door from behind me to the left opened farther.
"I didn't know it'd be that big of a deal for you stay here." Miss Torres commented. I crossed my legs on the couch indian style as she walked closer to me. She sat down on the couch right next to me and I could feel the warmth from her body. I glanced over to see what she was wearing. I half expected granny clothes to match the house, but I had to laugh when I saw her Powerpuff Girls pajamas.
"What?" She asked. Even in the darkness I could see how bright her smile was.
"Nice PJs." I giggled.
"Oh, thanks." She smiled while looking down at them. "I've had these for years."
"Have you had people breaking into your house through a window that long, too?" I asked in a more serious tone.
"Nope. This is definately a first." She sighed while looking over at the window thinking of ways to fix that problem.
"Don't worry. They won't be coming back around here any more." I promised her. She looked back over at me, about to ask why when I added, "I'll make sure of it."
She was quiet for a long time. I ended up counting out a whole two minutes in my head.
"Why didn't you go with them?" She asked in a quiet, almost shy voice.
"Because I don't feel like breaking into a Dairy Queen tonight." I replied. "I'd rather hangout with this cool new hot chick I met."
She laughed to herself before asking, "I thought I had teens down. I mean they're not that complicated. I thought I knew what they wanted, why they did the things they do, how they think...but you and the other girl just keep surprising me."
"Is that your way of asking if she's a good kisser?" I smirked. She didn't reply, and I knew there was a blush on her cheeks. "If it was...then no. She's not a good kisser at all."
"How you can even tell if someone is a good kisser or not?" She asked, deciding to play along.
"Well, a good kisser knows when to kiss and when to stop. A bad one uses too much tongue, moves to fast, and just doesn't work. A good kisser's lips and yours should work perfectly. No problems, no mistakes. A bad kisser pours a gallon of spit into your mouth and a good one knows how to give just the right amount." I explained.
She didn't say anything. I guess she was just taking in all my logic.
"You've only had one kiss your enitre life?" I asked her. Her brown eyes locked with mine. She stared intensely at me. It felt like she was trying to see through me, trying to make me invisible. Her narrowed gaze told me she was in shrink mode again.
"Why don't you ever do what I think you're going to do?" She asked, ignoring my question.
"Because being normal is stupid." I told her. "Now answer my question."
"Why is being normal stupid?" She asked.
"Just answer my freakin question." I told her, getting annoyed.
"Why don't you answer mine?" She asked back.
"Why are being so difficult?" I asked her, some of the heat from Lola bugging me showing up again.
"Why do you think I'm being difficult?" She asked. I didn't say anything back, but instead my hands went straight to her face and before she could do anything our noses and foreheads were touching and our lips barely inches apart. Her eyes went wide and I could see all thoughts leaving her mind. I loved the power I had and I used it to my advantage.
"Why don't you just answer my goddamn question?" I whispered it in a friendly and in no way hostile tone. She didn't say anything, but she didn't move.
After a little while she began to stutter out parts of words. "I...I...uh...yes...I mean, no...um..."
"Sounds like somebody's having problems." I whispered. I barely brushed our lips, my heart beating faster then a freakin train can move. Butterflies threatened to burst my stomach into peices and sweat formed on the back of my neck. I couldn't believe how close I am to kissing her. To kissing her!
She didn't move, the best part, she just stayed very still and I asked (making sure our lips brushed against each other as I did), "Do I make you nervous?"
She closed her eyes, her breathing uneven and her hands shaky, and tried to calm herself. It didn't work, I could tell by the way she just seemed to get more tense and nervous from the flood of thoughts entering her mind.
"What's the matter?" I whispered and her eyes flew open. "Cat got your tongue?"
She didn't reply, she just watched me like I was a disease that she was afraid of catching.
"Tell me..." I paused to smirk. "...what's your shrink brain say I'm gonna do now?"
She didn't say anything. Not one word. I tried to stop myself from just kissing her like a mad man like I wanted to, but the more she hesitated the more weak I was becoming.
"I think..." She slowly replied, my raw hunger for her lips getting worse instead of better, "...that you..." She paused, and her eyes went somewhere else. I didn't care what she was looking at, I was too focused on her. Everything about her made me go crazy. The way she smelled like fruit, the way she was all nervous becuase of little me, the way she wasn't pulling back or pushing me away.
I removed my forehead from hers, and her eyes locked onto mine. I tilted my head slightly to the side and closed the tiny gap between our lips so that they were barely touching again. I could only tell I was touching them because she was so shaky and nervous.
"Stop." She murmured. I knew I right then that it was over. I'd never have a chance with her. It's gone. I just messed up our relationship. She'll never want to talk to me again.
"Why?" I asked in the softest voice I could manage.
"There is a rule against this, Caitlyn." She whispered. I imagined a longing in her voice. Like she actually wanted to kiss me. But the more I thought about it, the more it sounded right. Maybe it's not entirely over yet. Then the idea came to me. The perfect way to get out of this. Seven words that could make or break me. This had to work. I had nothing else to bet on. This is my last shot with her. And I will get her. I have to. Because I'm Caitlyn Gellar. And all I have to say is seven little words to fix this. To secure my future with her. Because there will be a future. Just seven little words.
"I won't say anything if you won't."
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AN: I guess you could say that's her new thing XD Just like that cooking guy says BAM! all the time. But how's it going so far? Is it too fast? I think so, but I just think that they should move faster then a normal couple would because of the way they think and see each other. Because Caitlyn sees Mitchie as a challenge and Mitchie sees Caitlyn as a mystery. They're connected by that because they just really wanna be with each other!
If you've read Wishing Time Would Stop or Cookies (or even Expressing Yourself) then be sure to go and vote for them. Thanks! XD