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Morning
"One hundred papers, Weasel" Jack yelled to a plump man through the barred window. "How many times do I have to tell you its Wiesel" Mr. Wiesel corrected Jack.
"Sure thing, Mr. Weasel" Jack smirked.
Mr. Wiesel rolled his eyes. "One hundred papers to the wise guy" Mr. Wiesel yelled to Maurice, a tall lanky guy with a mustache. Maurice handed Jack the papers.
"Hey Jack, have you read the headlines" Racetrack asked smoking a cigar.
"I'm going to" Jack smirked, sitting down next to Racetrack.
"Twenty papers sir" a girlish voice told Mr. Wiesel. Jack looked up at the sound of the familiar voice. He stared at the owner in disbelief. It was Clara the girl from last night.
"Twenty papers to the girl" Mr. Wiesel called. Maurice smiled at Clara and made a smooch sound. Clara ignored him and took the papers. Jack got up and dusted himself off.
"You" Jack yelled smiling "Little rich girl come to help" he smirked.
"Rich girl" Racetrack yelled. The other newsies turned and faced Clara. Clara could feel her face turn all red. She ignored Jack and the other newsies and walked towards the streets. Jack put his hand out in front of her. Clara glared at Jack. Jack glared back at her.
"Can you move your hand" Clara snarled.
"No, I thought I told you last night you don't know the first thing about selling papers" Jack smirked still holding his hand out in front of her.
"Like I told you last night I can learn," Clara snorted.
"Learn huh, hear that boys she can learn to become a newsie" Jack smirked. All the newsies started laughing.
"Go back where you came from rich girl" Racetrack exclaimed. All the newsies yelled at Clara to leave.
"Hey guys what's going on ………" David stopped short at the site of Clara.
"I thought we told you last night, we don't need your charity" David yelled angrily.
Clara ignored all the remarks and pushed aside Jack's hand. She came here to sell papers, and she was going to do exactly that. Inside she felt scared and lonely. She didn't know the first thing of becoming a newsie. All her life she had lived in the suburbs, far away from the dirty city.
"Hey wait up," Jack yelled running after her. Clara ignored Jack and walked faster. He grabbed her arm. "You don't scare easy do you" Jack smirked.
"If your not going to help me leave me alone" Clara responded pulling away from Jack's grasp.
"Well I was going to, but I won't with that attitude" Jack remarked glancing over at Clara. Clara knew she needed Jack's help, but could she trust him. She turned towards Jack.
"What's in it for you" Clara asked.
"The decency of knowing that I helped my friend les" Jack informed her. Clara thought about it for a minute. Could she trust Jack? He seemed like a decent guy.
"Well" Jack asked.
"Okay, I guess" Clara grinned.
"Jack, why are you helping her" David yelled.
"Yeah Jack why you helping that rich girl" Racetrack asked curious.
"Cause I want to" Jack yelled.
"So how do I sell paper's" Clara asked.
"I think we first need to introduce you to the newsies" Jack informed her. "Okay my names Jack" he spit into to his hand and extended it to her. She stared at him.
"My names Clara" Clara told him, still staring at his hand.
"What's the matter with you" he asked.
"That's gross" Clara exclaimed. She could hear the newsies laugh.
"Okay you already know Davey from last night" Jack grinned. David looked at Jack in disbelief and walked away. "Guy in the glasses is specs," Jack said pointing to a handsome guy in an old derby hat. Specs nodded a hello. Jack pulled a guy forward "This is Mush". Clara blushed; she had never seen a guy without his shirt on. He had such a great body that Clara couldn't help but stare. "Hi" he greeted her, then grabbed her hand and kissed it. Clara's face began to turn beet red. The newsies all yelled with excitement. He gave her a wink before heading to the back. "Over there is Racetrack" Jack pointed to the guy who kept calling her rich girl. Racetrack ignored the introduction. "Race is that anyway to treat a lady" Jack remarked. Racetrack put down his paper and got up from where he was sitting. He slowly made his way towards Jack and Clara. "Hi" He forced himself to say. "Hi" Clara greeted him with a smile. "Jack can I talk to you for a sec" Race asked glaring at Clara. "Sure Race, Okay everybody else introduce yourself," Jack said following Race faraway from the newsies. "I have a bad feeling about this" Racetrack remarked. Jack stared at him "What can she do that would make you have a bad feeling, like you said she's just a rich girl" Jack assured him. "Still, she can mess things up, she probably doesn't even know what a newsie is" Racetrack snapped. "Race, don't worry about it" Jack assured him. They walked back to the Clara and the newsies to find that all the newsies seemed to have become fond of Clara. "Do you live in a house" Boots asked. "Yes I do, if you want you guys can come over sometime to have some milk and cookie," Clara said grinning. "Do you have a boyfriend?" Mush asked staring into her brown eyes. Clara blushed "Actually I don't" she shyly stated. Mush smiled at this response, so did many of the other newsies. "I see you all have become acquainted with each other," Jack teased. "Yeah Jack she's a real nice girl" Crutchy stated smiling. "Do all of you think that?" Jack asked all the newsies. "Yeah" All the newsies said at once. "No" Racetrack and David shouted. Clara frowned at the response; she was hoping that everyone did like her. "Don't mind them," Jack whispered to her. "Well what are you all standing here for, we got to carry the banner, lets go" David shouted in a cold tone. All the newsies started shouting headlines. Jack and Clara walked out together. "So where did you find your clothes" Jack asked eyeing her clothes. She was wearing a patched skirt with a white blouse, and wore a gray newsie cap. "Oh this, I just found it in my drawer, Les let me borrow his cap" Clara explained. "Oh, okay if you want to sell papers you should hike your skirt a little higher" Jack told her grinning. Clara stared at him in disbelief "I am not going to hike my skirt up". "If you want to sell papers you will" Jack told her. Clara stopped and placed her papers down on the pavement and she slowly rolled up her skirt so that it was three inches above the knee. "Their happy" Clara angrily stated. Jack looked down at her legs, they where nice and smooth looking. "Yeah" He said bashfully. Jack looked around and spotted two high school boys. "Okay you see those guys over their" Jack asked pointing to the high school boys. Clara looked and spotted them "Yeah". "Okay I want you to strut over there and start flirting with them" Jack casually stated. "What" Clara shouted in disbelief. "Go do it" Jack snarled. Clara strutted over to were the guys where standing. The guys stared at her. "Hi" She said in a soft flirts voice. "Hey" they all said at once staring at her legs. "How about you hot guys buying a paper from little old me" she flirted fluttering her eyelashes. They started sweating and began to dig into their pockets. "Here" one guy said handing her a dime. "Oh, I don't have change" Clara said giving him a sad puppy look. "That's okay you can keep the change" he enthusiastically exclaimed. Clara gave him a smile and handed him the paper. "Here, you can keep the change" a tall blonde guy said handing her a nickel. Clara gave him a wink and handed him a paper. Jack continued to sell his papers while waiting for Clara to finish hers. She continued to flirt with the guys. "Maybe I'll see you guys around" Clara softly stated giving them a wink. The guys began to blush and sweat all over. "Yeah maybe" they both said at once. She slowly walked away towards where Jack was standing. She punched him in the arm. "I can't believe you actually made me do that, I have never been so humiliated in my life". Jack began to laugh. "Hey nobody said being a newsie was going to be easy". They began to walk around. Jack was a pro at selling papers, he lied about the headlines, but he called it improving the truth. Clara on the other hand didn't know how to improve the truth so she decided that flirting and crying where the best way to sell papers. "Your getting good at this, you only have two more papers" Jack grinned. "Yeah, but you have none" Clara informed him. "Yeah, but I have been selling papers longer" He explained. Clara walked over to a woman and started crying "Miss please buy a paper, my mother is sick, I need to work to keep her alive". The women felt sorry for her and gave her a dime for the two papers. Clara walked away and smiled at Jack. "Done" She happily stated. "Want to go to Tibby's for a drink all the other newsie will be there" Jack asked grinning. "Sure" Clara smiled. They headed towards Tibby's. Clara could hear a lot of screaming and laughing inside. Jack opened the door for her and was suddenly met with silence. Inside she could see that all the newsies where staring at her, then their eyes slowly went down to her legs. They smiled and slowly began whistling. Clara blushed and quickly unrolled her skirt down to its original length, under her knees. "Hey Jack where did the chick come from" a guy with a patch asked. "Her name is Clara and she'll be working with us," Jack shouted. "She's a rich girl to be exact," Racetrack informed them. The room became silent again. "What did you say Race" Itey asked. "You heard what I said she's a rich girl," Racetrack yelled. "Why is she selling papers then" Itey asked curious. "Cause she's a bimbo" Race concluded. Clara walked over to where Race was sitting. "Who you calling a bimbo" Clara asked teeth and fist clenched. "You" Race announced. Clara pulled her hand back and socked Race in the cheek and slowly walked away. The newsie all began to shout and crowd around. Race jumped out of his seat and grabbed Clara around the wrist. "Why I outa" Race said clenching his fist. "You outa what, huh" Clara asked staring at Race. "Okay break it up," Jack said walking over to Race and Clara. Race stared at Clara and released her hand. "Your not worth it" Race said walking back to his seat. "No your just scared" Clara shouted after him. Race turned around and shook his head. Jack pulled Clara outside. "What was that all about" Jack asked her shocked. "Well he deserved it, he called me a bimbo" Clara said defending herself. "I would think a high class girl like you would have class" Jack grinned. "So you think a rich girl can't fight" Clara asked. "Not anymore" Jack remarked. They both laughed. Clara looked up at the sky and noticed that it was getting dark. "Oh no" Clara whined. "What" Jack asked curious? "I have to go, see you tomorrow" Clara said running towards home. Jack stared at her as she ran out of site. "Hey Jack are you going to come inside" Specs asked from the door. "Yeah" Jack said walking towards the door". "Where's Clara" Specs asked looked around. "Off to her warm bed" Jack stated.
A/N: okay the next chap will have Clara talking to less, I'm tired right know. Please review.
Morning
"One hundred papers, Weasel" Jack yelled to a plump man through the barred window. "How many times do I have to tell you its Wiesel" Mr. Wiesel corrected Jack.
"Sure thing, Mr. Weasel" Jack smirked.
Mr. Wiesel rolled his eyes. "One hundred papers to the wise guy" Mr. Wiesel yelled to Maurice, a tall lanky guy with a mustache. Maurice handed Jack the papers.
"Hey Jack, have you read the headlines" Racetrack asked smoking a cigar.
"I'm going to" Jack smirked, sitting down next to Racetrack.
"Twenty papers sir" a girlish voice told Mr. Wiesel. Jack looked up at the sound of the familiar voice. He stared at the owner in disbelief. It was Clara the girl from last night.
"Twenty papers to the girl" Mr. Wiesel called. Maurice smiled at Clara and made a smooch sound. Clara ignored him and took the papers. Jack got up and dusted himself off.
"You" Jack yelled smiling "Little rich girl come to help" he smirked.
"Rich girl" Racetrack yelled. The other newsies turned and faced Clara. Clara could feel her face turn all red. She ignored Jack and the other newsies and walked towards the streets. Jack put his hand out in front of her. Clara glared at Jack. Jack glared back at her.
"Can you move your hand" Clara snarled.
"No, I thought I told you last night you don't know the first thing about selling papers" Jack smirked still holding his hand out in front of her.
"Like I told you last night I can learn," Clara snorted.
"Learn huh, hear that boys she can learn to become a newsie" Jack smirked. All the newsies started laughing.
"Go back where you came from rich girl" Racetrack exclaimed. All the newsies yelled at Clara to leave.
"Hey guys what's going on ………" David stopped short at the site of Clara.
"I thought we told you last night, we don't need your charity" David yelled angrily.
Clara ignored all the remarks and pushed aside Jack's hand. She came here to sell papers, and she was going to do exactly that. Inside she felt scared and lonely. She didn't know the first thing of becoming a newsie. All her life she had lived in the suburbs, far away from the dirty city.
"Hey wait up," Jack yelled running after her. Clara ignored Jack and walked faster. He grabbed her arm. "You don't scare easy do you" Jack smirked.
"If your not going to help me leave me alone" Clara responded pulling away from Jack's grasp.
"Well I was going to, but I won't with that attitude" Jack remarked glancing over at Clara. Clara knew she needed Jack's help, but could she trust him. She turned towards Jack.
"What's in it for you" Clara asked.
"The decency of knowing that I helped my friend les" Jack informed her. Clara thought about it for a minute. Could she trust Jack? He seemed like a decent guy.
"Well" Jack asked.
"Okay, I guess" Clara grinned.
"Jack, why are you helping her" David yelled.
"Yeah Jack why you helping that rich girl" Racetrack asked curious.
"Cause I want to" Jack yelled.
"So how do I sell paper's" Clara asked.
"I think we first need to introduce you to the newsies" Jack informed her. "Okay my names Jack" he spit into to his hand and extended it to her. She stared at him.
"My names Clara" Clara told him, still staring at his hand.
"What's the matter with you" he asked.
"That's gross" Clara exclaimed. She could hear the newsies laugh.
"Okay you already know Davey from last night" Jack grinned. David looked at Jack in disbelief and walked away. "Guy in the glasses is specs," Jack said pointing to a handsome guy in an old derby hat. Specs nodded a hello. Jack pulled a guy forward "This is Mush". Clara blushed; she had never seen a guy without his shirt on. He had such a great body that Clara couldn't help but stare. "Hi" he greeted her, then grabbed her hand and kissed it. Clara's face began to turn beet red. The newsies all yelled with excitement. He gave her a wink before heading to the back. "Over there is Racetrack" Jack pointed to the guy who kept calling her rich girl. Racetrack ignored the introduction. "Race is that anyway to treat a lady" Jack remarked. Racetrack put down his paper and got up from where he was sitting. He slowly made his way towards Jack and Clara. "Hi" He forced himself to say. "Hi" Clara greeted him with a smile. "Jack can I talk to you for a sec" Race asked glaring at Clara. "Sure Race, Okay everybody else introduce yourself," Jack said following Race faraway from the newsies. "I have a bad feeling about this" Racetrack remarked. Jack stared at him "What can she do that would make you have a bad feeling, like you said she's just a rich girl" Jack assured him. "Still, she can mess things up, she probably doesn't even know what a newsie is" Racetrack snapped. "Race, don't worry about it" Jack assured him. They walked back to the Clara and the newsies to find that all the newsies seemed to have become fond of Clara. "Do you live in a house" Boots asked. "Yes I do, if you want you guys can come over sometime to have some milk and cookie," Clara said grinning. "Do you have a boyfriend?" Mush asked staring into her brown eyes. Clara blushed "Actually I don't" she shyly stated. Mush smiled at this response, so did many of the other newsies. "I see you all have become acquainted with each other," Jack teased. "Yeah Jack she's a real nice girl" Crutchy stated smiling. "Do all of you think that?" Jack asked all the newsies. "Yeah" All the newsies said at once. "No" Racetrack and David shouted. Clara frowned at the response; she was hoping that everyone did like her. "Don't mind them," Jack whispered to her. "Well what are you all standing here for, we got to carry the banner, lets go" David shouted in a cold tone. All the newsies started shouting headlines. Jack and Clara walked out together. "So where did you find your clothes" Jack asked eyeing her clothes. She was wearing a patched skirt with a white blouse, and wore a gray newsie cap. "Oh this, I just found it in my drawer, Les let me borrow his cap" Clara explained. "Oh, okay if you want to sell papers you should hike your skirt a little higher" Jack told her grinning. Clara stared at him in disbelief "I am not going to hike my skirt up". "If you want to sell papers you will" Jack told her. Clara stopped and placed her papers down on the pavement and she slowly rolled up her skirt so that it was three inches above the knee. "Their happy" Clara angrily stated. Jack looked down at her legs, they where nice and smooth looking. "Yeah" He said bashfully. Jack looked around and spotted two high school boys. "Okay you see those guys over their" Jack asked pointing to the high school boys. Clara looked and spotted them "Yeah". "Okay I want you to strut over there and start flirting with them" Jack casually stated. "What" Clara shouted in disbelief. "Go do it" Jack snarled. Clara strutted over to were the guys where standing. The guys stared at her. "Hi" She said in a soft flirts voice. "Hey" they all said at once staring at her legs. "How about you hot guys buying a paper from little old me" she flirted fluttering her eyelashes. They started sweating and began to dig into their pockets. "Here" one guy said handing her a dime. "Oh, I don't have change" Clara said giving him a sad puppy look. "That's okay you can keep the change" he enthusiastically exclaimed. Clara gave him a smile and handed him the paper. "Here, you can keep the change" a tall blonde guy said handing her a nickel. Clara gave him a wink and handed him a paper. Jack continued to sell his papers while waiting for Clara to finish hers. She continued to flirt with the guys. "Maybe I'll see you guys around" Clara softly stated giving them a wink. The guys began to blush and sweat all over. "Yeah maybe" they both said at once. She slowly walked away towards where Jack was standing. She punched him in the arm. "I can't believe you actually made me do that, I have never been so humiliated in my life". Jack began to laugh. "Hey nobody said being a newsie was going to be easy". They began to walk around. Jack was a pro at selling papers, he lied about the headlines, but he called it improving the truth. Clara on the other hand didn't know how to improve the truth so she decided that flirting and crying where the best way to sell papers. "Your getting good at this, you only have two more papers" Jack grinned. "Yeah, but you have none" Clara informed him. "Yeah, but I have been selling papers longer" He explained. Clara walked over to a woman and started crying "Miss please buy a paper, my mother is sick, I need to work to keep her alive". The women felt sorry for her and gave her a dime for the two papers. Clara walked away and smiled at Jack. "Done" She happily stated. "Want to go to Tibby's for a drink all the other newsie will be there" Jack asked grinning. "Sure" Clara smiled. They headed towards Tibby's. Clara could hear a lot of screaming and laughing inside. Jack opened the door for her and was suddenly met with silence. Inside she could see that all the newsies where staring at her, then their eyes slowly went down to her legs. They smiled and slowly began whistling. Clara blushed and quickly unrolled her skirt down to its original length, under her knees. "Hey Jack where did the chick come from" a guy with a patch asked. "Her name is Clara and she'll be working with us," Jack shouted. "She's a rich girl to be exact," Racetrack informed them. The room became silent again. "What did you say Race" Itey asked. "You heard what I said she's a rich girl," Racetrack yelled. "Why is she selling papers then" Itey asked curious. "Cause she's a bimbo" Race concluded. Clara walked over to where Race was sitting. "Who you calling a bimbo" Clara asked teeth and fist clenched. "You" Race announced. Clara pulled her hand back and socked Race in the cheek and slowly walked away. The newsie all began to shout and crowd around. Race jumped out of his seat and grabbed Clara around the wrist. "Why I outa" Race said clenching his fist. "You outa what, huh" Clara asked staring at Race. "Okay break it up," Jack said walking over to Race and Clara. Race stared at Clara and released her hand. "Your not worth it" Race said walking back to his seat. "No your just scared" Clara shouted after him. Race turned around and shook his head. Jack pulled Clara outside. "What was that all about" Jack asked her shocked. "Well he deserved it, he called me a bimbo" Clara said defending herself. "I would think a high class girl like you would have class" Jack grinned. "So you think a rich girl can't fight" Clara asked. "Not anymore" Jack remarked. They both laughed. Clara looked up at the sky and noticed that it was getting dark. "Oh no" Clara whined. "What" Jack asked curious? "I have to go, see you tomorrow" Clara said running towards home. Jack stared at her as she ran out of site. "Hey Jack are you going to come inside" Specs asked from the door. "Yeah" Jack said walking towards the door". "Where's Clara" Specs asked looked around. "Off to her warm bed" Jack stated.
A/N: okay the next chap will have Clara talking to less, I'm tired right know. Please review.
