Chapter 3

"Spot Conlon?" Delilah confirmed. "Like, Brooklyn's Spot Conlon?"

"Yeah, dat's da one. Ya hoid of 'im?"

"I've…heard stories." Heather and Daisy just watched in enjoyment as their friend glowed.

Around 8:00 pm, after some of the smaller newsies had offered up clothes to the girls, the four of them headed to the theatre. The girls headed for the front entrance, but Jack stopped them.

"Nah, nah, dat way we gotta pay for da tickets. Medda lets us in through da side." He brought them to the side door and opened the door for them, following in behind them.

"Jack Kelly, I was afraid I was going to have to start the show without you," a woman called out. They turned at the top of a small set of stairs, they saw a red headed woman decked out in a light blue dress and shoes make her way down.

"You know I'd nevah miss a show of yours Medda," Jack sweet talked.

"And who are these young ladies?"

"Dese are our new friends and Newsies 'Eathah, Daisy and Delilah."

"It's a pleasure to meet you girls. Are you new in town?"

"First night," Heather answered.

"Well, I hope you all enjoy the show. You should take your seats. Spot is already waiting at the table."

Delilah's stomach did flip flops when she heard his name. She had had a thing for him since she first watched Newsies.

And now I'm gonna meet him, she thought excitedly.

They made their way from backstage to the audience, and, sure enough, at a table down front, sat the Brooklyn newsie Spot Conlon. He looked over and waved at the fellow newsie as he saw him approach.

"'Ey Jacky-boy. Whadda ya say?" he greeted his friend, spitting in his hand and offering it out. Jack spit in his and shook.

"'Ey Spot. I got some people I want ya ta meet." Jack brought the girls forward and introduced them. "Dis ere is 'Eather, Delilah and Daisy." Spot immediately saw the look in Jack's eye when he introduced Daisy, and he smirked at the newsie.

"It's nice ta meet ya. It's always good ta 'ave some new goils around. Makes life more interestin'." Spot gave all them the once over.

Suddenly, the infatuation that Delilah felt was gone and annoyance rushed through her. She burrowed her brow together and stated plainly, "We're not here to be your playthings you know."

Every head in the group snapped to her. Spot's eyes narrowed and he said to her, "Are you back talkin' me? Do you know how I am?"
"What? A shrimpy little stick who uses fear to get respect and only sees girls as sex toys?"

Heather looked over at Jack and just saw his eyes go wide. Daisy had a hand over her mouth. Spot was just in shock, no one ever spoke to him like that before that didn't walk away with a black eye. But since Delilah was a girl, he couldn't hit her.

"Listen goily, I don't know who you think you are, but no one talks ta me like dat and gets away wid it."

Delilah just shrugged and said, "There's a first time for everything." She then proceeded to the chair opposite from where Spot was sitting and sat down.

Heather, Daisy and Jack were trying so hard to keep in their laughter. But one glare from Spot sobered them up. They all took their places around the table and watched as Medda came on and performed, no one in the group really saying much.

Around 10:00, the show got out and the newsies, girls included, went backstage to congratulate Medda. After, they all headed outside to chat for a minute before Spot headed back to Brooklyn.

"It was nice seein' ya Jacky," Spot said. "And good ta meet you'se goils." Then his eyes landed on Delilah. "Well, 2 outta 3 ain't bad."

"Oh it was just wonderful meeting you too," Delilah replied sarcastically.

Spot scoffed and rolled his eyes. "I'll sees ya later." Then stalked off.

Once he was out of ear shot, Jack bust up laughing.

"Omegod," he said, trying to breathe. "Delilah, I ain't nevah seen someone act dat way 'round Spot. 'Specially a goil. Ya got spunk kid. In fact, dat's gonna be ya newsie name: Spunk."

"It's cute. I like it."

"And very true," Daisy and Heather said at the same time. They froze and looked to each other.

"Get out of my brain Heather!" Daisy "shouted" at her.

"Hey, it's not my fault we're the same person," Heather replied. They laughed as they all headed back to the Lodge House.

Once the girls were all in bed, Heather and Daisy decided to ask Delilah what was up.

"So, you and Spot," Daisy started. "What happened there?"

"Yeah, I thought you were in love with him . Back there it sounded like you hate him," Heather followed.

"I don't know! He just said that comment about girls and something just got switched on and suddenly I was saying things," Delilah explained.

"Wow, and I thought on our first day here we would make friends, not enemies," Daisy stated.

"I wouldn't call Spot my enemy. We're just not best friends. Or headed for romance like you and Jack are Daisy."

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh please, Jack is totally into you."

"No way in hell."

"Dais, even I could see it. He's been stuck next to you all day and when Medda was singing the love song tonight he couldn't take his eyes off you," Heather pointed out.

"You both are insane."

"Jack and Daisy sitting in a tree," Delilah sang.

"K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" Heather joined in.

Daisy just blushed and through a pillow at Delilah while flipping off Heather.

"Look, let's just all go to sleep," she suggested. "We have our first day selling papers tomorrow."

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