(OK so far thanks for the reviews…I was happy that you all like it so far…anyway I've got time on my hands so I figured why not add more…so here you are)
All right, let's recap real quick. I'm mad at Eric who's mad at Jed who I'm with. So one minute I'm standing up against Jed with Eric shooting daggers at Jed and the next Eric had punched Jed in the face and now they were rolling on the deck fighting. I stood there for a few seconds in shock. Eric had punched Jed, he had started a fight…I couldn't believe it. All the other newsies at the dock were watching the fight go on. As a rule you couldn't join in on a fight unless it was yours. I looked over at Rover and saw him watching every move Eric and Jed made. This was a test in Rover's eyes, a test to see how Jed could handle himself in a fight.
Suddenly I felt sick. I was letting my best friend, who was a twit none the less; go at someone at someone who was bigger than him and in all likelihood stronger than him too. I started to try and stop them when I felt someone grab my wrist holding me back. I looked over my shoulder and saw Hawk, another Brooklyn newsie, who had an iron like grip on me.
"Don't get inta it. It's dere fight," He said, his face blank of any emotion.
"Dere fightin' cause of me you'se twit, it's my fight too," I snapped as I twisted my wrist out of his grasp. With-in moments I had pulled Jed off of Eric, and despite the fact I was angry at Eric I was proud to see that he had actually messed Jed up pretty good.
"'Fingers, stay outta dis," Jed said as he struggled against the hold I had on him. I let out a small laugh under my breath.
"How can I'se? It's about me too you'se know."
Eric was on his feet now and I could tell he wasn't finished with Jed…or well…you get what I mean. Eric was advancing on Jed and was about to take it to his advantage that I had Jed tied up. Then I did something really stupid. Just at that moment Jed broke out of my hold on him and I sidestepped in-between the two boys. Then what do you know, I find myself sprawled out on the ground my nose stinging and bleeding. I swear it was gushing blood like some Niagara Falls or something.
Oh course Eric was at my side at an instance and he kept saying how sorry he was. Frankly I didn't give a damn how sorry he was, it didn't stop my nose from hurting. Turns out he had decked me in the nose by accident when I stepped into the fight.
"You'se know what Eric?" I tossed his name out into the open scowling. "I'se don't give a damn if you'se 'sorry'. I'se sick of you'se always lookin' out for me. I'se can take care of meself you'se know…I ain't six! So…just…just…just fuck off!" I stood up and pulled a hankie out of my pocket and held it under my nose to try and hamper the bleeding…it didn't work.
Eric looked over at me in shock and I actually saw the hurt in his eyes. Awww….Shit! There goes my but mouth but Eric needed to see that he didn't have any control over me. Ok sure so I was crossing a line but I was hurt too, and if he wanted me then he'd have to come and get me.
Despite all this I turned and looked at Jed. "Jed, tonight dere's a party at Irving Hall for me dad, will you'se come? Den maybe we'se can go and do somethin' else?"
"I'll be dere," Jed said smirking. He then glared at Eric and I turned and began to walk back to Manhattan. I knew Eric was following me. His hands were shoved into his pockets and his head was bent looking down. I stopped walking and let him catch up. Sure I was livid at Eric but that didn't mean he had to walk alone. As soon as we were in Manhattan Eric spoke up.
"What the hell's wrong with you Kelly?" He exploded, erupting like a volcano.
"If you'se don't know why should I'se tell ya?" I snapped back, ok not very mature of me but hell I didn't care. Eric didn't seem to hear and kept talking.
"You know exactly what would have happened if I hadn't come along," Eric muttered. "I mean you said you could take care of yourself and then I find Jed all over you!"
"News flash! I was da one who came on ta Jed! Shit Eric! What do you mean, 'what da hell's wrong wid me?' What da hell is wrong wid youse?" I didn't wait for Eric to answer. I looked over at him and then took off running down the street. I heard behind me Eric let out a frustrated cry. Within moments Eric had caught up to me, forced me into and alleyway and then had shoved me up against the wall.
"I'm not going to let you go run off again," Eric said as he gasped for breath. "No telling where you'd go."
"Eric, lemme go!" I struggled again his hold. He had pinned me to the wall and I glared at him when I realized the only way I could break free was to punch him out, which I chose not to do. After all, he's still my best friend.
"No, come one," He growled as he grabbed my wrist and began to pull me towards the lodging house. "Holy shit you girls are too fucking confusing."
I could tell Eric was far past being angry…he only cussed when he was really, really angry. Also I could tell he was hurt, hurt by what I did, by what I had said, but I was hurt too you know!
"You think I'se confusin'? You boys are a complete mystery to me and I'se live wid 'em!" I shouted. By now we had neared the Lodging House and it was a pretty good thing since my front was now covered with blood. When we arrived Eric hauled me up the stairs into the bunkroom. To my surprise most of the newsies where there.
"Hey Fingers," Cards greeted. He then noted my state of…anger and blood and saw the scowl that Eric was wearing. "What's wrong?" He asked.
"I'll tell you what's wrong!" Eric said. "I found her in Brooklyn swapping spit with Jed."
"Oh lay off it!" I shouted tossing my hands up in the air. "It's ain't like I killed anybody! Besides, don't you'se think Cards and I did that when we was together? Hell for all you'se knows we'se coulda done more." I looked over at Eric who was glaring at a now very confused Cards. "I'se gonna go wash up." I muttered as I stormed into the washroom.
I stuck my head under the water pump and only when the water was flowing did I let myself cry.
(alrighty note time! Ok someone said how I wasn't doing a good job showing that fingers was a feminist but I have some answers for that…fingers is going through a really hard time and I know when something bad happens I don't act like myself or I make bad choices and two yes fingers is young and is still trying to figure out who she is. SO I think I'm doing a fine job or writing her and hopefully now everyone understands all of this…THANKS! R/R please and if you have any other things you'se like to point out go ahead and I'll explain them or fix them if I can)