Okay, so the plot doesn't exactly thicken all that much in this chapter, but it was the only title I could come up with.
Chapter 3
Davey furiously chided himself, voice echoing in the empty streets. "Good job, real good job. She probably hates you now. Well, not really, but she won't be talking to you for awhile now. Did you see that look in her eyes when you left? She's never looked that confused before, ever. She's not going to know how to act around you anymore now. Why did you have to kind-of kiss her? Either kiss her or not at all--with that brush she won't know what to think.
"Becca's so naïve and innocent, she's never been in a situation like this before, normally if a guy kissed her she wouldn't know what to think or do but when you go and confuse her like that, it's even worse…" Davey trailed off as he approached his building. Sighing, he trudged up the stairs to his apartment.
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Hazel asked Clover to tell Jean (Kloppman) that she might be a bit late coming in, but she had something important to do. She jogged through the group of Brooklyn newsies heading home until she was walking alongside Spot. In the dim light, Hazel's features weren't discernable, and Spot thought that Hazel was just another one of his newsies until she spoke.
"How much do you know, Conlon? An' for how long?" Spot managed to contain his surprise to an internal jump, so that he newsies wouldn't see their fearless leader startled. He turned to Hazel.
"What is it now, goil?"
"I've got a name. Use it, that's what it's for."
"Alright, Hazel. What do ya want?" Instead of answering the Brooklyn newsie leader, Hazel decided to go off on a tangent, if for no other reason than to annoy him.
"Why is it that you've always been so contemptuous towards me, Conlon?"
"Why is it t'at you've always bin so contemptuous to me?"
"What, I've refused to fall all over you like all th' other girls in this city, is that why you don't like me?" Spot made an irritated sound.
"Can we just get back ta how much and how long Ise known whatevah Ise know?"
"That there's somethin' goin' own 'tween Dave and Becca."
"T'ere ain't hardly nuttin' goin' on 'tween t'ose two. But from t'e look on Becca's face when she came inside eoiliah, I knew t'at Dave finally made a move. But I also know t'at it wasn't much." Hazel was stunned. Spot really did make it a point to know about everything that went on.
"Wait, Dave finally made a move, what--"
"Why don't ya ask him yoahself? Why don't you go talk ta t'e Mouth tamorrow an' I'll go talk wit' Angel?" Hazel twisted her hair. She wanted to know more, now, but this was probably all she was going to get out of Spot and, besides, it was very late.
"Alright, Conlon, you've got a deal."
"Who said anyt'in 'bout me makin' a deal wit' youse--" Spot was unable to finish because Hazel rolled her eyes and stalked off in the direction of her Lodging House. Spot smirked as he watched her go.
Alright, I know, this chapter is boring and dull (at least I thought it was) but it's one of those necessary chapters. They're slow, but they're necessary for the story to continue. That's why I posted this chapter along with the next one. So please read on!