Chapter 10
Nichole had no idea where she was going, but her main objective was to get as far away from Tibby's and the others as she could. Her stride was a strong one as she clutched her turning stomach and blindly sprinted through the masses of people. The bitter words said back in the alley rung through her head repeatedly causing her chest to tighten and her dry eyes to tear again.
She had always thought of herself as a strong person, someone who wouldn't let anothers words hurt her. Race had proved her wrong. He just opened her eyes to see how naïve and feeble she actually was. With a twinge she understood the fact that her heart had just been broken, and she would never get over the love she held in her heart for Race. She wanted and needed to be with him.
Stop it! Stop thinking like that! You don't need anyone; the only person you need to depend on is yourself, nobody else.
The last thing she needed to do in this situation was to admit she needed someone to lean on. She had given her feelings a chance and she had eneded up getting hurt, and she wasn't going to make the same mistake twice, just because her heart was screaming at her to do so.
Finally ripping her eyes from the sidewalk, her eyes searched the crowds around her. Everyone seemed exhilarated and lost in their own little perfect worlds to busy to notice a lone streetrat and her problems. Grumbiling a few profanities under her breathe, she shifted her eyes to the cobblestones again. Her hurt was slowly turning into anger and she needed to get away from the Newsies, herself, and the world around her before she lashed out at the wrong person and caused anyone else pain.
Nichole quickened her pace as she neared Central Park. The park seemed to be almost deserted, as people scurred back to their homes for dinner after a relaxing walk on the paths. Inside the boundries of the park, she felt safe. When the afternoon turned into evening, most people didn't stay in Central Park unless they were in large crowds. Most didn't want to be there after dark, and Nichole was thankful for that. Perhaps she could find refuge here tonight.
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Race scoffed and shifted his eyes away from the flirting couple infront of him. Nobody seemed to notice his sudden mood change or the disapperance of Nichole; everyone was too busy with their own pleasures. He watched Blink and Mary give each other a firm, but sweet kiss. Unshed tears clouded his emotional eyes. Nichole kissed him like that this morning in the bunkroom just before he left.
How could he have told her to stay the hell away from him? That's the last thing he wanted. He needed her close to him, he wanted to hold her and take all her pains and worries away. Making a side way glance behinde him, he noticed how far they walked away from Tibby's already. There was no sign of Nichole. She was gone. Race shook his head. They had finally made it to the street the lodging house was on, and he vaguley wondered if perhaps Nichole was in her room. However, that possibility was ruled out as he entered the bunkroom only to see it as they left it this morning.
Holding back his emotions, he closed his eyes not wanting to look at his bunk in fear of the thoughts it would bring back to his head. Climbing out the widow he shut it loudly behinde him, catching the attention of the others in the room. Everyone went back to what they were doing realizing it was only the window in the exeption of Mary. She hadn't seen Nichole since she left with Race and he came back to the resturant without her. Scanning the room quickly, she found no sign of her friend.
She elbowed Blink stopping his finger's exploration of her hair. "Have you seen Nick? I don't see her anywhere."
Blink shrugged and continued to run his fingers through her thin blonde hair. "I haven't seen her since she and Race left the resturant." He sighed and dropped his hands to her waist, pulling her against his chest, catching the worried look in her eyes. "I'm sure she's fine, Mar. Nick can take care of herself." The kisses he placed on her neck couldn't completely ease her mind.
"Something ain't right, Blink. I can feel it."
"Mary, there is nothing wrong. Nick probably just needed sometime to herself to think. I bet you she will be back by the time it's dark." Mary pushed herself from his lap and groaned. "Then why did Race just go up on the roof and slam the window shut! Something is wrong, and I'm going to find out what that something is!"
Placing one last kiss on Blink's lips, Mary climbed out the window and up to the roof. Catching her breath, she glanced up her face contorting in confusion. Race sat on the edge of the roof his face stained with silent tears that flowed freely down his face.
Hearing footsteps, and soft panting, he looked up, but quickly turned away seeing who it was. He wiped the tears vigorously from his cheeks. Mary was the last person he wanted to see now. There was not telling how she would react if she told him what happened between him and Nichole. They were as close as two people could get, and both would do whatever they could to protect each other.
Mary promptly walked the ways across the roof and sat down next to Race, unafraid of how he would react. Seeing him in this state, she was frantic to know what was going on.
"Race, what happened?" Mary bluntly ordered.
Drying his face with his sleeve, he turned to face her. "Nothing, happened. I just said something to Nichole that I shouldn't have." Race looked away, Mary's eyes flashing with anger.
Placing a hand on his shoulder, she forced him to look her square in the eye. She fought herself to keep her voice in a hushed tone. "What exactly did you say to her?"
Race drew in a breath, trying to find the right words to say. "She said that Jack was getting the wrong idea, and saying that we were together. I told her that I thought we were together, and when she didn't answer I just snapped." When Mary just sat staring at him intensly, he continued. "I want to be with her, but she just doesn't return the feelings that I have for her."
Mary nodded. His words didn't surprise her, she knew one of them would get hurt in one way or another. "She does feel the same way you do, Race. Believe me. She just doesn't know how to express what she feels the way you do. You have to be patient." She explained.
"Yea, well after what I said to her, I don't think she's going to want to look at me."
"Nick will forgive ya. You just have to catch her at the right moment. Beside you could have said anything worst then I did that night at Medda's."
For a fraction of a second, he believed her comforting words, but rememberance of Nichole's hurtful eyes caused doubt to wash over his body. Standing, he ran a hand through his slicked back hair. Mary watched on from where she sat as Race began to pace the length of the roof with uncertainty.
"You weren't there, Mary. You didn't see the expression on her face, she just looked crushed." He lowered his eyes towards the ground, and whispered. "And it's all my fault."
"I ain't all your fault." She consoled. Pushing herself from the edge, she stood and pulled him back to the fire escape. "Come on, we have to go find her and fix this little squabble you two had."
Wrenching his hand from her light grip, he glared at her with unbelieving eyes. "Were you listening to anything I said!" Race cried. "I don't want to go out looking for her I just want to be left alone. She will come back, and when she does I'll apoligize then, ALONE with nobody else around!"
Mary didn't try to stop him as he stalked back towards his sitting spot and hunched over the edge. Rolling her eyes, she climbed down the metal stairs and back into the noisy bunkroom. Blink confronted her immediately.
"So, what did you find out?"
Mary glanced back at the window, and sighed. "Race and Nick got into a fight, and she went off somewhere." Grabbing his wrist, she dragged him out of the room. "Come on we have to find her and bring her back before something happens to her."
Blink followed willingly knowing any protest he made would be disregarted.
After a sufficient search of Manhattan, they found nothing. Falling down on the stoop of the lodging house, Mary rested her sore legs, and then glanced at Blink questionably. "You think she might be in Brooklyn? Maybe she went to talk to Spot."
Blink leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He shook his head at the suggestion. "If she went to talk to Spot he would have sent someone over here to tell us where she was."
"Well, maybe she isn't in Brooklyn. Maybe she went somewhere else, she probably wanted to get as far away as she could."
"You guys still didn't find Nick?" A shadow fell over the two on the steps. Both reconized the voice as Spot's. Blink stood and quickly spit shook before answering.
"How do you know about Nick? We didn't tell anyone."
Spot shrugged, placed his cane in his belt loop and sat down on the step below Mary. "Jack-boy overheard your conversation and sent for me. Thought maybe I could help."
"Well, me and Blink searched Manhattan and came up with nothing. Either she found a place to hide that we don't know about, or she isn't in Manhattan." Mary replied grimly, her eyes directed towards the setting sun.
"I got some of my best newsies out looking for her now. If they can't find her, then she probably ain't in the city." Spot said nodding confidently.
Hearing thos encouraging words, Mary stood and streched yawning loudly. She pointed a stern finger in the direction of Spot. "I'm going inside. The minute you hear from one of your newsies come get me." Opening the door, she muttered under her breath. "Maybe while I'm waiting I could give Race some advice how to talk to Nick."
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The sunset and evening turned into night, whiched turned back into day. Spot and Blink retired around midnight to the bunkroom, and fell into an uneasy sleep. With only a few hours of rest to work on, the newsies were roused by a frantic shout from the lobby of the lodging house.
"SPOT! SPOT! I FOUND HER!"
Spot groaned and opened an eye to glance at the small Brooklyn newsie who now stood beside his bed. "What the hell are you yelling about?" He had all but forgotten his and Blink's search for Nichole yesterday evening.
The boy pointed a finger behinde him and jumped up and down excitably, much to the annoyance of Spot. "I found her. The girl you sent me to look for. She's in Central Park."
He let out a long breath. Leisurely, he sat up and glanced around the room at the slumbering newsies, his eyes landing on Blink. Mumbling a few choice words he pulled on his pants, and grabbed his shirt not bothering to put it on.
"Blink! Blink!" Spot's cap flew across the room, hitting the blond boy in the face, jolting him out of his dreams.
His body flew into a sitting position; his eye scrunching closed from the bright sunlight. "Wha…huh? Spot, do you know what time it is? What you doing waking me up?" He questioned, wiping a few blond strands from his vision.
"One of my newsies found Nick." Spot explained quickly. " I ain't getting the girl myself
So come on get dressed." His gold tip cane lightly tapped against the edge of the bed, ushering Blink out of bed.
"Don't you think we should wake Mary up or maybe Ra…" He turned to motion to his sleeping friend, but was greeted by an empty bunk. He glanced at Spot, who leaned against the doorframe, questionly. "Where's Race?"
"Don't know. Maybe he went out to look for Nichole himself." He shrugged. "I'll meet you downstairs." Not waiting for an answer, he walked across the landing and down the stairs to the lobby. The young Brooklyn newsie scappered axnsiously after his leader.
"Let's hope so." Blink commented softly. Tying his tattered bandanna around his neck, and placing his hat over his ruffled hair he left the lodging house and followed Spot to Central Park.
So, where is she?" Blink asked skeptically when the younger boy stopped next to a bench that sat under a tree. The boy pointed upwards, and the two older boys glared at him.
Spot grabbed him by the collar, pushing his back into the trunk of the huge tree. "Stop playing games, boy. Where is she?"
The boy trembled, and pointed up again. "Sh…she's in the tree."
Blink glanced up along with Spot and sure enough, a small figure sat on one of the branches, leaned against the trunk of the tree asleep.
Spot frowned. He felt anger build within him, but with a gulp, he silenced it, knowing it would only make that situation worst. "How the hell did she get up there!"
Not waiting for an answer of any kind, he raised his cane, which reached to Nichole's dangling foot, and smacked her shoe with ample force.
Nichole could feel someone or something tapping her foot. She shifted, tightening her arms over her chest, but haulted a shooting pain spreading through her back. Leaning her head back she rolled her head to the opposite side and opened an eye only to see a very flustered looking Spot. Blink hung behinde him, silently watching the amusing scene, which was catching the eyes of quiet a few passerbyers.
Overlooking the pain in her backside, she leaned forward with a moan. She noted that even from all the way up in the tree she could see the fire burning in Spot's eyes. If she didn't play her cards right this could turn into an ugly situation. Nichole didn't want that nor was she in the mood to talk. She scratched her head through her thick hair drowsily, before sending a blank look towards the three below her.
"What do you want Spot?"
His anger grew again, hearing the nonchant tone of her voice. "I had newsies out all night looking for you and all this time you were in Central Park! You don't just walk off and dissapear for the night!" He yelled. Nichole rolled her eye and Spot banged his cane on the bark angery. "Don't roll your eyes at me girly! Get down here we are going back to the lodging house, NOW!"
She glowered at him, and rolled her eyes again. Out of the corner of her eye she caught Blink back away another step, pulling the young Brooklyn newsie with him. She was not going to let this boy intiminate her.
"Spot." She spit the name as if it was poison. "I'll go back when I'm ready. Not when you or anybody else tell me too."
"Nick, you can either do this the easy way or the hard way." He growled. "Now get down here and come back to the lodging house." He ordered
Blink clenched his fist to keep himself from interfering with the two. Both held an enraged look in their eyes, but it wasn't Spot he was worried about, It was Nichole. The hurt and anger she held in her voice shocked him. She held a wild animal expression in her eyes, and he was afraid of what she might do.
Nichole restrained herself from jumping to the ground and breaking Spot's nose with a single punch. Instead she smiled smugly and turned her back to him. "Fuck off, Conlon."
Those three words hung in the tense air, and a moment of silence washed over the four figures that were in the park. Without another momnet of hesitation, Spot charged at the tree in and attempt to climb it. He failed misribaly.
"You little bitch, I oughta…"
Blink promptly jumped between him and the tree grabbing his grabbing arms and holding them to his side. "Calm down, Spot. She didn't mean she's just angry." He whispered loudly in his ear.
"Stop lying to him, Blink. I meant ever word I said to him."
Sneering at her back, Spot ripped his hands from Blink's grasp. He couldn't believe the girl that he befriend in their many games of poker could ever talk that way. He didn't want to hurt her, but nobody talked to the leader of the Brooklyn in that manner.
"Blink, go to back to lodging house and get Race. Maybe he can talk her into getting down." He turned to the small boy who immediately snapped his full attention to his leader. "You, go see if you can find someone who can climb a tree and bring them here." He ordered.
Blink watched the boy brush past him confused. "Spot what are you doing? You can't make her come down…" he paused at the death glare he received.
Spot adjusted his cap and sent a scoff towards the tree. "I don't care if she's upset nobody talks to me that way and gets away with it. If you aren't back with Race before someone else gets here I'm getting her down with force."
Blink remained unmmobile. Clearing his throat uncomfortably he turned and took off at full speed towards the lodging house. However, there was a little set back to his plan. He did not have the fainted idea where Race's whereabouts were.
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Nichole had no idea where she was going, but her main objective was to get as far away from Tibby's and the others as she could. Her stride was a strong one as she clutched her turning stomach and blindly sprinted through the masses of people. The bitter words said back in the alley rung through her head repeatedly causing her chest to tighten and her dry eyes to tear again.
She had always thought of herself as a strong person, someone who wouldn't let anothers words hurt her. Race had proved her wrong. He just opened her eyes to see how naïve and feeble she actually was. With a twinge she understood the fact that her heart had just been broken, and she would never get over the love she held in her heart for Race. She wanted and needed to be with him.
Stop it! Stop thinking like that! You don't need anyone; the only person you need to depend on is yourself, nobody else.
The last thing she needed to do in this situation was to admit she needed someone to lean on. She had given her feelings a chance and she had eneded up getting hurt, and she wasn't going to make the same mistake twice, just because her heart was screaming at her to do so.
Finally ripping her eyes from the sidewalk, her eyes searched the crowds around her. Everyone seemed exhilarated and lost in their own little perfect worlds to busy to notice a lone streetrat and her problems. Grumbiling a few profanities under her breathe, she shifted her eyes to the cobblestones again. Her hurt was slowly turning into anger and she needed to get away from the Newsies, herself, and the world around her before she lashed out at the wrong person and caused anyone else pain.
Nichole quickened her pace as she neared Central Park. The park seemed to be almost deserted, as people scurred back to their homes for dinner after a relaxing walk on the paths. Inside the boundries of the park, she felt safe. When the afternoon turned into evening, most people didn't stay in Central Park unless they were in large crowds. Most didn't want to be there after dark, and Nichole was thankful for that. Perhaps she could find refuge here tonight.
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Race scoffed and shifted his eyes away from the flirting couple infront of him. Nobody seemed to notice his sudden mood change or the disapperance of Nichole; everyone was too busy with their own pleasures. He watched Blink and Mary give each other a firm, but sweet kiss. Unshed tears clouded his emotional eyes. Nichole kissed him like that this morning in the bunkroom just before he left.
How could he have told her to stay the hell away from him? That's the last thing he wanted. He needed her close to him, he wanted to hold her and take all her pains and worries away. Making a side way glance behinde him, he noticed how far they walked away from Tibby's already. There was no sign of Nichole. She was gone. Race shook his head. They had finally made it to the street the lodging house was on, and he vaguley wondered if perhaps Nichole was in her room. However, that possibility was ruled out as he entered the bunkroom only to see it as they left it this morning.
Holding back his emotions, he closed his eyes not wanting to look at his bunk in fear of the thoughts it would bring back to his head. Climbing out the widow he shut it loudly behinde him, catching the attention of the others in the room. Everyone went back to what they were doing realizing it was only the window in the exeption of Mary. She hadn't seen Nichole since she left with Race and he came back to the resturant without her. Scanning the room quickly, she found no sign of her friend.
She elbowed Blink stopping his finger's exploration of her hair. "Have you seen Nick? I don't see her anywhere."
Blink shrugged and continued to run his fingers through her thin blonde hair. "I haven't seen her since she and Race left the resturant." He sighed and dropped his hands to her waist, pulling her against his chest, catching the worried look in her eyes. "I'm sure she's fine, Mar. Nick can take care of herself." The kisses he placed on her neck couldn't completely ease her mind.
"Something ain't right, Blink. I can feel it."
"Mary, there is nothing wrong. Nick probably just needed sometime to herself to think. I bet you she will be back by the time it's dark." Mary pushed herself from his lap and groaned. "Then why did Race just go up on the roof and slam the window shut! Something is wrong, and I'm going to find out what that something is!"
Placing one last kiss on Blink's lips, Mary climbed out the window and up to the roof. Catching her breath, she glanced up her face contorting in confusion. Race sat on the edge of the roof his face stained with silent tears that flowed freely down his face.
Hearing footsteps, and soft panting, he looked up, but quickly turned away seeing who it was. He wiped the tears vigorously from his cheeks. Mary was the last person he wanted to see now. There was not telling how she would react if she told him what happened between him and Nichole. They were as close as two people could get, and both would do whatever they could to protect each other.
Mary promptly walked the ways across the roof and sat down next to Race, unafraid of how he would react. Seeing him in this state, she was frantic to know what was going on.
"Race, what happened?" Mary bluntly ordered.
Drying his face with his sleeve, he turned to face her. "Nothing, happened. I just said something to Nichole that I shouldn't have." Race looked away, Mary's eyes flashing with anger.
Placing a hand on his shoulder, she forced him to look her square in the eye. She fought herself to keep her voice in a hushed tone. "What exactly did you say to her?"
Race drew in a breath, trying to find the right words to say. "She said that Jack was getting the wrong idea, and saying that we were together. I told her that I thought we were together, and when she didn't answer I just snapped." When Mary just sat staring at him intensly, he continued. "I want to be with her, but she just doesn't return the feelings that I have for her."
Mary nodded. His words didn't surprise her, she knew one of them would get hurt in one way or another. "She does feel the same way you do, Race. Believe me. She just doesn't know how to express what she feels the way you do. You have to be patient." She explained.
"Yea, well after what I said to her, I don't think she's going to want to look at me."
"Nick will forgive ya. You just have to catch her at the right moment. Beside you could have said anything worst then I did that night at Medda's."
For a fraction of a second, he believed her comforting words, but rememberance of Nichole's hurtful eyes caused doubt to wash over his body. Standing, he ran a hand through his slicked back hair. Mary watched on from where she sat as Race began to pace the length of the roof with uncertainty.
"You weren't there, Mary. You didn't see the expression on her face, she just looked crushed." He lowered his eyes towards the ground, and whispered. "And it's all my fault."
"I ain't all your fault." She consoled. Pushing herself from the edge, she stood and pulled him back to the fire escape. "Come on, we have to go find her and fix this little squabble you two had."
Wrenching his hand from her light grip, he glared at her with unbelieving eyes. "Were you listening to anything I said!" Race cried. "I don't want to go out looking for her I just want to be left alone. She will come back, and when she does I'll apoligize then, ALONE with nobody else around!"
Mary didn't try to stop him as he stalked back towards his sitting spot and hunched over the edge. Rolling her eyes, she climbed down the metal stairs and back into the noisy bunkroom. Blink confronted her immediately.
"So, what did you find out?"
Mary glanced back at the window, and sighed. "Race and Nick got into a fight, and she went off somewhere." Grabbing his wrist, she dragged him out of the room. "Come on we have to find her and bring her back before something happens to her."
Blink followed willingly knowing any protest he made would be disregarted.
After a sufficient search of Manhattan, they found nothing. Falling down on the stoop of the lodging house, Mary rested her sore legs, and then glanced at Blink questionably. "You think she might be in Brooklyn? Maybe she went to talk to Spot."
Blink leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He shook his head at the suggestion. "If she went to talk to Spot he would have sent someone over here to tell us where she was."
"Well, maybe she isn't in Brooklyn. Maybe she went somewhere else, she probably wanted to get as far away as she could."
"You guys still didn't find Nick?" A shadow fell over the two on the steps. Both reconized the voice as Spot's. Blink stood and quickly spit shook before answering.
"How do you know about Nick? We didn't tell anyone."
Spot shrugged, placed his cane in his belt loop and sat down on the step below Mary. "Jack-boy overheard your conversation and sent for me. Thought maybe I could help."
"Well, me and Blink searched Manhattan and came up with nothing. Either she found a place to hide that we don't know about, or she isn't in Manhattan." Mary replied grimly, her eyes directed towards the setting sun.
"I got some of my best newsies out looking for her now. If they can't find her, then she probably ain't in the city." Spot said nodding confidently.
Hearing thos encouraging words, Mary stood and streched yawning loudly. She pointed a stern finger in the direction of Spot. "I'm going inside. The minute you hear from one of your newsies come get me." Opening the door, she muttered under her breath. "Maybe while I'm waiting I could give Race some advice how to talk to Nick."
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The sunset and evening turned into night, whiched turned back into day. Spot and Blink retired around midnight to the bunkroom, and fell into an uneasy sleep. With only a few hours of rest to work on, the newsies were roused by a frantic shout from the lobby of the lodging house.
"SPOT! SPOT! I FOUND HER!"
Spot groaned and opened an eye to glance at the small Brooklyn newsie who now stood beside his bed. "What the hell are you yelling about?" He had all but forgotten his and Blink's search for Nichole yesterday evening.
The boy pointed a finger behinde him and jumped up and down excitably, much to the annoyance of Spot. "I found her. The girl you sent me to look for. She's in Central Park."
He let out a long breath. Leisurely, he sat up and glanced around the room at the slumbering newsies, his eyes landing on Blink. Mumbling a few choice words he pulled on his pants, and grabbed his shirt not bothering to put it on.
"Blink! Blink!" Spot's cap flew across the room, hitting the blond boy in the face, jolting him out of his dreams.
His body flew into a sitting position; his eye scrunching closed from the bright sunlight. "Wha…huh? Spot, do you know what time it is? What you doing waking me up?" He questioned, wiping a few blond strands from his vision.
"One of my newsies found Nick." Spot explained quickly. " I ain't getting the girl myself
So come on get dressed." His gold tip cane lightly tapped against the edge of the bed, ushering Blink out of bed.
"Don't you think we should wake Mary up or maybe Ra…" He turned to motion to his sleeping friend, but was greeted by an empty bunk. He glanced at Spot, who leaned against the doorframe, questionly. "Where's Race?"
"Don't know. Maybe he went out to look for Nichole himself." He shrugged. "I'll meet you downstairs." Not waiting for an answer, he walked across the landing and down the stairs to the lobby. The young Brooklyn newsie scappered axnsiously after his leader.
"Let's hope so." Blink commented softly. Tying his tattered bandanna around his neck, and placing his hat over his ruffled hair he left the lodging house and followed Spot to Central Park.
So, where is she?" Blink asked skeptically when the younger boy stopped next to a bench that sat under a tree. The boy pointed upwards, and the two older boys glared at him.
Spot grabbed him by the collar, pushing his back into the trunk of the huge tree. "Stop playing games, boy. Where is she?"
The boy trembled, and pointed up again. "Sh…she's in the tree."
Blink glanced up along with Spot and sure enough, a small figure sat on one of the branches, leaned against the trunk of the tree asleep.
Spot frowned. He felt anger build within him, but with a gulp, he silenced it, knowing it would only make that situation worst. "How the hell did she get up there!"
Not waiting for an answer of any kind, he raised his cane, which reached to Nichole's dangling foot, and smacked her shoe with ample force.
Nichole could feel someone or something tapping her foot. She shifted, tightening her arms over her chest, but haulted a shooting pain spreading through her back. Leaning her head back she rolled her head to the opposite side and opened an eye only to see a very flustered looking Spot. Blink hung behinde him, silently watching the amusing scene, which was catching the eyes of quiet a few passerbyers.
Overlooking the pain in her backside, she leaned forward with a moan. She noted that even from all the way up in the tree she could see the fire burning in Spot's eyes. If she didn't play her cards right this could turn into an ugly situation. Nichole didn't want that nor was she in the mood to talk. She scratched her head through her thick hair drowsily, before sending a blank look towards the three below her.
"What do you want Spot?"
His anger grew again, hearing the nonchant tone of her voice. "I had newsies out all night looking for you and all this time you were in Central Park! You don't just walk off and dissapear for the night!" He yelled. Nichole rolled her eye and Spot banged his cane on the bark angery. "Don't roll your eyes at me girly! Get down here we are going back to the lodging house, NOW!"
She glowered at him, and rolled her eyes again. Out of the corner of her eye she caught Blink back away another step, pulling the young Brooklyn newsie with him. She was not going to let this boy intiminate her.
"Spot." She spit the name as if it was poison. "I'll go back when I'm ready. Not when you or anybody else tell me too."
"Nick, you can either do this the easy way or the hard way." He growled. "Now get down here and come back to the lodging house." He ordered
Blink clenched his fist to keep himself from interfering with the two. Both held an enraged look in their eyes, but it wasn't Spot he was worried about, It was Nichole. The hurt and anger she held in her voice shocked him. She held a wild animal expression in her eyes, and he was afraid of what she might do.
Nichole restrained herself from jumping to the ground and breaking Spot's nose with a single punch. Instead she smiled smugly and turned her back to him. "Fuck off, Conlon."
Those three words hung in the tense air, and a moment of silence washed over the four figures that were in the park. Without another momnet of hesitation, Spot charged at the tree in and attempt to climb it. He failed misribaly.
"You little bitch, I oughta…"
Blink promptly jumped between him and the tree grabbing his grabbing arms and holding them to his side. "Calm down, Spot. She didn't mean she's just angry." He whispered loudly in his ear.
"Stop lying to him, Blink. I meant ever word I said to him."
Sneering at her back, Spot ripped his hands from Blink's grasp. He couldn't believe the girl that he befriend in their many games of poker could ever talk that way. He didn't want to hurt her, but nobody talked to the leader of the Brooklyn in that manner.
"Blink, go to back to lodging house and get Race. Maybe he can talk her into getting down." He turned to the small boy who immediately snapped his full attention to his leader. "You, go see if you can find someone who can climb a tree and bring them here." He ordered.
Blink watched the boy brush past him confused. "Spot what are you doing? You can't make her come down…" he paused at the death glare he received.
Spot adjusted his cap and sent a scoff towards the tree. "I don't care if she's upset nobody talks to me that way and gets away with it. If you aren't back with Race before someone else gets here I'm getting her down with force."
Blink remained unmmobile. Clearing his throat uncomfortably he turned and took off at full speed towards the lodging house. However, there was a little set back to his plan. He did not have the fainted idea where Race's whereabouts were.
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