Lies Uncovered....

"Heya fellas. 'Ave any of ya seen Alay?"

"She and Jack were fightin' in the bunkroom a couple of minutes ago. Ain't dey dere?," answered Blink.

Jack is but 'e said Alay was in here. He was actin' kinda funny dough. He was pale and couldn't talk right."

"Um... well she probably took off den. She'll be at da Distribution Center. Don't worry," said Mush.

Spot went back to the bunkroom to talk to Jack but the bunkroom was empty.

"Jack what are ya tryin' ta pull?," he said as he headed out with the rest of the newsies.

When they got to the Distribution Center, they didn't see any sign of Jack or Alay. Weasel told them Jack had been there earlier. Alay hadn't yet but Jack had gotten more papes than usual.

"150 papes? Jack never gets dat much. Wait! Guys, how many does Alay sell?," asked Spot.

"She's still depending on da headlines," replied Blink, roling his good eye. "Uh...Today's is pretty good so around 50."

"He bought both deir papes and took off. Ya think he's trying ta hide from me?," said Spot.

"Jack knows better dan dat. Don't he?," replied Mush.

"I thought he did but we'll see," answered Spot while he got his usual 100 papes.

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Jack and Alay sold their papes as quietly as they could all the while glancing over their shoulders. They were trying to stay away from all the usual selling spots so that it would be harder to find them.

By the time they finished selling it was still really early to go to Tibby's. They went anyways, hoping to avoid all the newsies. But when they walked in, Spot was sitting in one of the booths.

He looked up and waved them over with a grim expression on his face.

"Heya Spot," greeted Jack nervously.

"Hiya Jacky-boy, Alay," said Spot.

"Spot," said Alay with a nod as she slid in the booth next to Jack.

"Now why were ya two so quick ta leave and why were ya sneakin' 'round Manhattan?," asked Spot, never one to beat around the bush.

"Spot, we wasn't...," started Jack.

"Frankie, member I 'ave me boids. Dey told me what dey saw. Don't deny it," interrupted Spot with a glare.

"We wanted to sell as quickly as we could so that I could spend as much time as possible in Manhattan," said Alay with a touch of attitude.

"Ya mean as much time wid each oddea as possible, right?," asked Spot with unusual quietness.

"NO!," cried Alay a little too quickly and loudly.

Jack quickly hid his hurt by Alay's denial and nodded at Spot. Spot didn't approve of relationships between the leaders and regular newsies anyways."She told ya why Spot. It was nuttin' more den dat."

Spot looked suspiciously from Alay to Jack before grinning and offering his hand to Jack. Jack spit in his and shook hands with Spot. They ordered their food and ate lunch together, talking companionably while waiting for the rest of the newsies to come.

*Something happened,* thought Spot as he listened to Jack talking about one of his more trusting customers. *Dey didn't tell me everything. If me boids didn't know about it den it happened in da lodgin' house.*

Spot had noticed the guilty looks on Jack and Alay's faces. Alay's denial was a little abrupt and Jack's hurt expression afterwards didn't escape Spot. He didn't know why he cared if Alay liked Jack or vice versa but he knew he was a little jealous. *Jealous? Me? But I don't even like Alay! Besides I got a goil in Harlem. Plus I can have any goil I want. Why would I want a selfish, back-talking beautiful goil who gets on my nerves?.......*

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