Yay, I'm glad you all want more J. But I am waiting for more reviews [hint hint, cough cough] so bring them on! Here are some shout outs to my new reviewers:
Madeleine: Hey! I'm so glad you've started reading my story and like it J. I have yet to read yours, but I promise I will as soon as I get a chance!
Chronicles Bailey: Yay! Another request for more chapters!! Fine, I guess I have to oblige. Here is the next chapter you were asking for! And if there are any things you would like to see happen later in the story, please tell me and I will consider it… I'm looking for input you all!! (this goes for all of you reviewers!!)
Once again, ---%% means it's a flashback and italics mean a thought.
Chapter 5:
As Bitsy and Race stood in their embrace, playfully glancing at one another, Bitsy couldn't help thinking, I can't believe I've finally given in… I LIKE him. Not just like, but really LIKE! And for once, I like someone who is more than street scum, unlike every other guy I've been with. Oh, Medda will be so happy…
At this thought she suddenly exclaimed, "Medda!" Race looked at her curiously as he asked, "What 'bouts her?" "I have to perform for her tomorrow and I completely forgot to tell her where I was going and she has no idea where I am not and…" Bitsy explained all in one breath. As she frantically tried to pull away from Race, she continued, "We need to go back right now: she must be so worried!" Then, as Race began to protest, she looked up at him pleadingly with her deep green eyes. Gosh, I'se neva realized how da sun can make dem shimma wit a hint a gold… Race thought to himself as he gave in, saying, "Hell, I'se can't refuse such a look. But we'se betta see Spot foist and tell 'im we'se goin'." So the two of them headed off to Spot's private room, hoping he hadn't left to sell his papers yet.
When they got to the hall leading to Spot's room, Race told Bitsy she could wait in the lobby if she wanted. Bitsy accepted his offer, not eager to see Spot so soon after last night. As Race came to the door of Spot's room, he heard some rustling and took that to mean that the Brooklyn leader was there. As he opened the door, he heard Spot exclaim in his usual cool and calm, yet obviously frustrated tone, "Don't you'se eva knock?" A moment after he heard that, he saw why Spot would dislike being interrupted. Race found himself in the presence of Spot sitting on his bed next to a blonde girl, who happened to have her dress half unbuttoned.
Shit! thought Race, I'se gone and walked in on's Spot makin' out wit a goil he obviously was 'bout ta sleep wit. Just great! But to his surprise, at seeing who it was that had interrupted him, Spot said with a completely different tone, "Oh… sorry Race, I tought you was one of me boys." Race, relieved that Spot wasn't holding this against him, courteously tipped his hat to the girl on the bed.
After doing so, he looked up at the girl, who was now standing up so as to properly introduce herself. The blonde obviously came from a higher class than the infamous Brooklyn leader, for as she curtsied, she had a most elegant air about her and the dress that Spot had been so eager to remove was of higher quality than anyone Race new could easily afford. Spot began to introduce her, saying, "Dis, me dear, is Racetrack Higgins, but we'se all call 'em Race. Race, dis lovely lady ova 'ere is—" But he was cut off by a gasp from the doorway, "Mandy."
I better go see if Race is almost ready to go. Medda must be so worried! Bitsy thought as she headed down the hallway that Race had gone down about five minutes earlier. As she approached the open doorway, she could hear Spot suavely introducing someone to Race. I guess now was a bad time to come. He must have a girl in there with him. But as she turned to go into the room, she came to a stop and gasped, "Mandy." All of a sudden the memory of a small moment of her graduation came back to her:
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"Amanda Grace Gallagher." Great, time for the grand snob to get her diploma. Hooray! Bitsy thought as she sat with the other graduates, waiting for her name to be called. As the girl walked across the stage to receive her diploma, Bitsy couldn't help noticing how she walked differently than everyone else. "Look at me, I'm so special" she thought, silently mimicking the graduate.
After Amanda had shaken hands with the Headmistress, Bitsy noticed something that suddenly intrigued her. Mandy had, while walking off the stage, subtly waved at someone in the crowd. But it wasn't to her parents. Her parents were sitting dead center, and she had waved off to the side. Curious, Bitsy glanced in the direction she had waved and there saw the person that waved was aimed at. He was a handsome boy of about sixteen, with blonde hair and a cap on. But he wasn't dressed like everyone else there. He must be one of the locals, Bitsy decided he brushed the thought aside. Another boy to have fallen for the rich Amanda Gallagher.
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It all made sense now. Spot was the boy she had seen at graduation. Amanda must have actually kept him around for a while, for it had been at least a month since graduation. Just great, Bitsy thought, and Mandy obviously was just as pleased to see her. "Well," Bitsy said quickly as she decided to take control of the situation, "Race and I have to be going. Too bad you couldn't help us Spot, but thanks for the effort."
As she began to walk out the door, she felt a hand on her arm. She stopped, and turning around, she saw it was Spot. She looked at him questioningly as he started, "Actually, one of me boys just cames back wit news today. I'se was about ta come and tell ya, but 'pparently Kit ain't long gone. Me boy said dat she just left 'bout a week ago. Chances are she's still in New Yawk."
After looking at him a moment, Bitsy slowly replied, "Thank you Spot. But I think there is just as good a chance of finding her in Manhattan as there is here, so I really must go." As she said the last part, she glanced at Mandy, who was standing speechless, still stunned and furious about having her least favorite person be acquainted with (who knows how well) her boyfriend.
Bitsy politely curtsied to Mandy as she left the room, hoping that she wouldn't get any trouble from her if she left now and was never seen by her again. As she and Race left the lodging house, Bitsy commented, "That was a close call, Race. We need to be more careful now that she is around. She is not a good person to get on the bad side of, and I'm already on it." Race nodded in agreement as the two of them began walking hand in hand back to Manhattan, both wondering what all these new discoveries may lead to.
***Thanks reviewers!! Although I am rather disappointed… I've been getting very few reviews lately and me and the gang are starting to feel very unloved. So please review!! Make me feel like a I have purpose!! All it takes is a little click on the purple button… you know you want to. But thanks to everyone who has been reviewing!
