Jacob stood next to Davey, waiting for the other newsies to get to the theater. He was getting inpatient. As he drummed his fingers on his pant leg, he heard yelling. He ran to the window to see the representatives from the different cities, waving their wooden signs like they were weapons. There was a boy wearing a red sleeveless shirt, who was obviously the leader. Not only of wherever he was from, but of every newsy in New York. Jacob knew off the bat it was Spot Colons.

Now, do we got everyone? Loud and clear!" Spot yelled.

"Manhattan's here!"

"Flushing's here!"

"Richmond's here!"

"Woodside's here!"

"So's the Bronx!" There was only one newsy from the Bronx, and nonetheless, a girl. Jacob laughed as Smalls blew a raspberry at the boys.

"Brooklyn here!" Davey came to the middle to meet up with Spot. They spit into their hands, and shook.

"Hey, where's Jack?" Spot asked. The boys were chanting Jack's name over and over again. Jacob looked around. He hadn't seen Jack since he went to the World to invite him to the rally. Jacob knew going to Pulitzer's was a bad idea.

"Sorry kid," Medda said, "You're going to have to do this alone." Davey looked like he would pass out.

"Well," he said, "Look what we did! We got newsies from every lodging house in New York!" The boys cheered. Davey dragged on, improvising through an impromptu speech, but Jacob was staining his neck trying to see if Jack was anywhere near. He saw a shadowy figure walking up from where the audience would be.

"Davey!" The figure yelled. Jack walked up to the main stage. He looks different. Jacob thought to himself. Jack looked at him, and smiled. God. He thought. Nothing good will come from this. Jacob knew that smile. He could always tell when Jack was actually happy, or when he was plastering on a fake one before telling bad news. This was the bad news smile.

"Boys!" Jack addressed to the other newsies. "We was selling our papes at fifty per hundred. Then Pulitzer went and upped the price, and that ain't fair. So whadda we do? We go on strike!" The boys clapped and cheered again. Jack continued. "Then he goes and lowers the price, thinking we would all go back to our jobs like nothing happened. But, what if two weeks later, he upps the price again. Then whadda we do?" Here it comes. Jacob thought. "We can't keep going on strike. Now, I talked to Pulitzer. He said he wouldn't hurt us if we just go back. I think thats something we should do!" The boys grew angry. They all ran towards Jack, who had turned around to leave. Les ran up to him.

"Jack?" He asked, tugging Jack's shirt sleeve. Jack whipped around, and shot his hand out. Jacob ran and pulled Les away before Jack almost hit him. Everyone stood, waiting to see what would happen. Jack ran out of the building, the door slamming behind him. Jacob gave Les to Davey, who wrapped his arms around his little brother. Les cried into Davey shirt.

"You'se gonna be okay, kid." Jacob said, ruffling Les's hair. "I'm gonna find Jack," He said to Davey. He nodded. Jacob walked out of the silent theatre, feeling the other newsies stares.

Jacob found Jack walking near the train station. "Great job, Jack! Ya really got them hating you now!" Jacob saw Jack with tears in his eyes. "What happened at Pulitzer's anyway?"

"Nothing! Go back to the theatre!" But Jacob stayed.

"You almost hit Les!"

"I know! I know!"

"Jack," Jacob got closer. "You wouldn't do something like that if something hadn't happened. What happened at Pulitzer's?" Jack reached into his pocket, and pulled out a wad of money.

"We made a deal. If I called off the strike, he would erase my record."

"You're criminal record?"

"Yeah. He said he was gonna erase my record, and he gave me enough cash to get to Santa Fe."

"How'd he know bout Santa Fe?"

"His daughter told him!" His daughter? Jacob thought.

"Whose his daughter, then?"

"None other than our own reporter, Katherine Plumber! God, how could I had so stupid! Katherine is Pulitzer's daughter!"

"And I'm Snyder's son!" Jacob yelled, catching Jack off guard. "But that don't make me like him! You was okay with me being Snyder's kid, why ya so mad at Katherine? It ain't her fault who her father is!"

"Jacob, the difference between you and Katherine is you told me Snyder was your dad. Katherine kept it from me, from all of us!"

"Jack! Just go home, go cool off on the roof. And don't worry bout Pulitzer, or Snyder, or anything. Just don't don't take your anger out on me and the other newsies. They is looking up to you." Jacob and Jack walked back to the lodging house, not making a sound. Jack started to climb the ladder, when he saw someone already up there.

"Jacob, stay down here. I'll be right back. Jack climbed up the ladder. From the ground, Jacob could see him and Katherine, who was looking at Jack drawings. Jacob could hear them yelling at each other, when out of nowhere, they kissed. Ew! Jacob thought. But he smiled. Knew it. Jack and Katherine talked in hushed voices, kissing every so often. Jacob started to feel a little awkward watching them together. Finally, he couldn't stand it. He climbed up the ladder as they kissed for the fourth time. Jacob cleared his throat, and the two broke apart. He didn't know who was blushing more, Katherine or Jack.

"Okay, if you've made up, whaddya we gonna do now?" Katherine started to climb down the ladder.

"We going to her father's place." Jack said, like it was perfectly normal. "Katherine got a fantastic idea. C'mon, kid. I'll explain while we walk." Jack climbed down the ladder. Jacob just stood there. I better be invited to their wedding. He laughed out loud. "What?" Jack asked.

"Nothing!" Jacob called, scrambling down the ladder to join them.

There you go, chapter ten. As always, review, give me ideas. I'm think of making a second story about Jacob, since this one almost done. What do you think. Should I make a sequel story, or just add it to this story after the strike is done. Let me know (PS: it will probably contain a new OC as a love interest for Jacob ;-D)