AN: hey everyone! I wanna give credit to the people who made this chapter happen: Tap, Loud Mouth, Piker, and Pisky, the lovely reviewers. Thanks and you can have whatever you want except another chapter after this one 2day, and Spot. He's mine, back off. Lmao. Ok now on with the story.
Chapter 2 The Continuing Wrath
I was down the stairs and almost out the door before Spot ran up behind me, grabbed my arm and dragged me back upstairs. I gave an aggravated noise. Sometimes my temper runs away with me. Now I have to face the consequences, and this time I trust myself when I say there WILL be consequences. I sighed.
When we finally got to the bunk room, which took awhile because Spot had had to literally drag me in my eagerness to get there. (that was sarcasm to those who didn't notice) When we got there he threw me on the floor. I jumped up quickly.
"Hey!" I said. He grabbed onto my shirt collar and glared at me. " Dammit Spot, what the fuck is wrong now? Haven't we gotten over this problem yet Conlon?" I asked coldly. He just glared. I smirked when I thought about what he was probably thinking. Here's what I came up with: Hell, I'm Spot Conlon. I'll just glare at her and she'll be afraid.
"What the hell are you smiling about girl? You got nothing to smile about. I will make your life a living hell. So wipe that fucking smile off your face before I do it for you. You will not defy me again." I smirked again, completely by accident. His grip on my shirt tightened and his glare deepened. I gulped. He was intimidating. Just a little.
His glare and intimidation was interrupted by footsteps on the stairs, and the door opening. We both turned our heads and looked. It was one of the newsies.
"Dammit Bandit, what do ya want?" asked Spot very aggravated. But Bandit just stood there, one eyebrow raised at us. Damn Brooklyn had some really hot newsies. Especially Sp-no! You can't think that AJ! He threatened you! No one threatens AJ Johnston and gets away with it, so help me God. I had to admit, we must have looked pretty strange. Standing in the middle of the bunkroom, both soaking wet, his fist gripped on the collar of my shirt, our faces no more then 2 inches away from each other. Kissing distance. NOOOOO! AJ stop thinking!
"Umm….there's someone here to see the new girl, Spot," then he disappeared down the steps. I sarcastically smiled at Spot and removed his hand from my collar.
"I have company," I said sarcastically then started down the stairs. I was about to put my foot on the next step when I saw who was there for me. "OH MY GOSH! CALEB! What are you doing here? Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh! Why did you follow me to Brooklyn? You'd have been better off in the Bronx!" I flipped out, then hugged him, then laughed, then hugged him again. You see, Caleb is my best friend, he's from the Bronx too.
"My gosh Ang! Why are you wet?" he asked, hugging me back and laughing with me. I wasn't even aware of all the strange looks we were getting from all the Brooklyn newsies.
"It's a long story, I'll tell you later," I sighed, I was so glad he had come to Brooklyn, I didn't know what I would do without him. I looked at him. At 16, a year older then me, he was a good 7 or 8 inches tall then my own 5 feet, 4 inches. He had blonde hair that sometimes fell into his eyes, or came really close. His blue eyes tried not to give away his emotions, but didn't usually succeed. He had a cute smile and was built, very good-looking, but I don't see him like that. His looks were a contrast to mine, not completely, not that I was ugly or something. Guys don't usually think so. My hair is brown, not really, it has dark natural red highlights, so it looks maroon, not brown. It reaches the center of my back and is sometimes a huge pain in the butt. My eyes are green, a very clear green that I can usually take my emotions out of, and put different ones in, a very effective flirting tool. I am small, 5'4 and about 100 lbs, but I can kick-box, and fence, and could win any arguing contest, or argument, and had, at one point, wanted to be a lawyer. Now I just live each day as it comes, getting into as much trouble as I could handle, and mentally kicking myself for it. I don't let things get to me, if people don't like me, it's their problem, not mine, I don't strive to be the center of attention, but I usually end up being it, but I don't mind. I have sarcasm, me lighter and a sword (for fencing so you technically can't hurt people with it, but it's a good threat)
"Gosh I'm glad I came. I would've missed you so much Ang. You are my friend. And, I sorta, kinda, got in trouble with Bear too. For defending you," Caleb said looking down at his shoes.
"I'm having more leader problems," I said, I rolled my eyes. He laughed. Just then Spot came down the stairs, and looked at me with Caleb, who had his arm around my shoulder. I saw something indescribable in his eyes for a millisecond, but it passed.
"Hey Blue-Jay," said Spot, as I looked into his eyes, they revealed nothing. "What're you doing in Brooklyn at this time a night?"
"Oh, hey Spot. Umm…can I stay here? I sorta came for AJ, but I was hopin you'd let me stay. Spot looked at me, then Caleb, or Blue Jay, or just Jay, and smirked.
"Stay as long as you like Jay," Spot. Once again I saw that flash of something in his eyes but this time I recognized it. Jealousy. But why?
Chapter 2 The Continuing Wrath
I was down the stairs and almost out the door before Spot ran up behind me, grabbed my arm and dragged me back upstairs. I gave an aggravated noise. Sometimes my temper runs away with me. Now I have to face the consequences, and this time I trust myself when I say there WILL be consequences. I sighed.
When we finally got to the bunk room, which took awhile because Spot had had to literally drag me in my eagerness to get there. (that was sarcasm to those who didn't notice) When we got there he threw me on the floor. I jumped up quickly.
"Hey!" I said. He grabbed onto my shirt collar and glared at me. " Dammit Spot, what the fuck is wrong now? Haven't we gotten over this problem yet Conlon?" I asked coldly. He just glared. I smirked when I thought about what he was probably thinking. Here's what I came up with: Hell, I'm Spot Conlon. I'll just glare at her and she'll be afraid.
"What the hell are you smiling about girl? You got nothing to smile about. I will make your life a living hell. So wipe that fucking smile off your face before I do it for you. You will not defy me again." I smirked again, completely by accident. His grip on my shirt tightened and his glare deepened. I gulped. He was intimidating. Just a little.
His glare and intimidation was interrupted by footsteps on the stairs, and the door opening. We both turned our heads and looked. It was one of the newsies.
"Dammit Bandit, what do ya want?" asked Spot very aggravated. But Bandit just stood there, one eyebrow raised at us. Damn Brooklyn had some really hot newsies. Especially Sp-no! You can't think that AJ! He threatened you! No one threatens AJ Johnston and gets away with it, so help me God. I had to admit, we must have looked pretty strange. Standing in the middle of the bunkroom, both soaking wet, his fist gripped on the collar of my shirt, our faces no more then 2 inches away from each other. Kissing distance. NOOOOO! AJ stop thinking!
"Umm….there's someone here to see the new girl, Spot," then he disappeared down the steps. I sarcastically smiled at Spot and removed his hand from my collar.
"I have company," I said sarcastically then started down the stairs. I was about to put my foot on the next step when I saw who was there for me. "OH MY GOSH! CALEB! What are you doing here? Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh! Why did you follow me to Brooklyn? You'd have been better off in the Bronx!" I flipped out, then hugged him, then laughed, then hugged him again. You see, Caleb is my best friend, he's from the Bronx too.
"My gosh Ang! Why are you wet?" he asked, hugging me back and laughing with me. I wasn't even aware of all the strange looks we were getting from all the Brooklyn newsies.
"It's a long story, I'll tell you later," I sighed, I was so glad he had come to Brooklyn, I didn't know what I would do without him. I looked at him. At 16, a year older then me, he was a good 7 or 8 inches tall then my own 5 feet, 4 inches. He had blonde hair that sometimes fell into his eyes, or came really close. His blue eyes tried not to give away his emotions, but didn't usually succeed. He had a cute smile and was built, very good-looking, but I don't see him like that. His looks were a contrast to mine, not completely, not that I was ugly or something. Guys don't usually think so. My hair is brown, not really, it has dark natural red highlights, so it looks maroon, not brown. It reaches the center of my back and is sometimes a huge pain in the butt. My eyes are green, a very clear green that I can usually take my emotions out of, and put different ones in, a very effective flirting tool. I am small, 5'4 and about 100 lbs, but I can kick-box, and fence, and could win any arguing contest, or argument, and had, at one point, wanted to be a lawyer. Now I just live each day as it comes, getting into as much trouble as I could handle, and mentally kicking myself for it. I don't let things get to me, if people don't like me, it's their problem, not mine, I don't strive to be the center of attention, but I usually end up being it, but I don't mind. I have sarcasm, me lighter and a sword (for fencing so you technically can't hurt people with it, but it's a good threat)
"Gosh I'm glad I came. I would've missed you so much Ang. You are my friend. And, I sorta, kinda, got in trouble with Bear too. For defending you," Caleb said looking down at his shoes.
"I'm having more leader problems," I said, I rolled my eyes. He laughed. Just then Spot came down the stairs, and looked at me with Caleb, who had his arm around my shoulder. I saw something indescribable in his eyes for a millisecond, but it passed.
"Hey Blue-Jay," said Spot, as I looked into his eyes, they revealed nothing. "What're you doing in Brooklyn at this time a night?"
"Oh, hey Spot. Umm…can I stay here? I sorta came for AJ, but I was hopin you'd let me stay. Spot looked at me, then Caleb, or Blue Jay, or just Jay, and smirked.
"Stay as long as you like Jay," Spot. Once again I saw that flash of something in his eyes but this time I recognized it. Jealousy. But why?