"Fifty papes," I mumble as I slide a quarter across the counter. I hear yelling and know the Delanceys are causing trouble.
"I told you, Oscar, it wasn't my fault." Morris said calmly.
"That you stole my girl," retorted Oscar.
"Get the lead out of your pants," screamed Morris. I knew Elsie and I didn't want to see what was happening next. I made a sassy remark, hopping no one heard, and yet when I turn around, I am starring into the eyes of Oscar Delancey.
"Hey sweetie, Morris stole my girl can I have you?" he whispers. I give him a blank stare as he takes my hands into his own. Elsie is next to me holding all of the papers, cowering in fear. Oscar pushes a curl behind my ear. I take my hands away from him and put them behind my back. He shoves his hands in his pockets, most likely inserting them into his brass knuckles.
"Elise," I whisper, "Les is over there, go talk to him, trust me," She blushes up a storm as she runs over to him with our papes. I bring my attention back to Oscar, I see him blush as I watch him finger his pockets. I look at his face, his rough hair and cruel smile.
"Look, we all know you like Davey," he smirks. "And we all know you can't have him."
"It was that obvious?" I whisper. He nods his head.
"Would I ever lie to you?" he questions. I gasp and know he isn't lying, I always blush when something happens or see someone, I blush a bit too easily.
"So can I have you?" he asks again. I rock slowly on my feet.
"Yes," I say, he doesn't know I have my fingers crossed. I take my hands out from my back and place them around his neck.
"No," I shout as I dig my nails into his neck. This makes him grimace as I claw him. He picks me up, wearing his brass knuckles. He thinks I'm afraid, but I show no emotions.
"So this is going to the alleyway?" I challenge.
He puts me down again.
"You're a sassy little one," he says, rubbing his hands on where I scratched him. "Hey, look over at your sister. She is having so much fun with Les." He says. I graze my eyes over to where she is. She isn't paying attention. Good, I think.
"Being with the one she can have." Oscar whispers into my ear. I let a single tear slip from my eye as Oscar looks at me.
"See, you need a shoulder to cry on," he says, mock sympathy. "I'll be here." He says sinisterly as he walks off. I walk over calmly to Elsie as we go to sell in the park. I see the boy I'm going on a date with. Sketch is with him too. I let another tear slip as she approaches me with a smile. The boy next to her is blushing up a storm, and I am too. I see Elsie selling a paper to a small crowd around her. I smile as I bring my attention back on the boy and Sketch. He looks kind of like Davey too.