Chapter 2

"A goil?!" Spot said in total shock.

All of the Newsies around began whispering to each other in total shock. Kit just smiled to herself. "That's right! What, did you think it was impossible for a girl to be a sharpshooter?" Kit said sarcastically.

"It ain't dat, it's jus we ain't nevah seen a goil who can do dat. Wheah did ya say yous was from?" Spot asked.

"New Jersey, and no, most girls there are not like me. Most of them are prissy and were skirts and bows in there hair and talk about nothing except boys. I was just raised differently, that's all."

"Ya say ya dad taught ya, where did he leirn it from?"

"He was once a Newsie here in New York, Manhattan I think."

Spot grinned while rubbing his chin, looking Kit up and down. When he looked her in the eyes, he noticed something he hadn't before. Her eyes were a bright blue, exactly like his. Good features, he thought. Spot began circling around, maintaining a grin on his face.

"You done checking me out?" Kit finally asked after a long pause.

"Take da jacket off," Spot replied.

At first, Kit looked confused, than she realized what Spot's intentions were. "Oh, I get it, here's the part where you check my boobs and my stomach to see how good I would like in bed, right?"

"Wow, ya know moe bout me den I tought." Spot winked at her.

"Well, fine, here ya go," Kit began, taking her jacket. She was wearing a long-sleeved white collared shirt with a white tank-top on underneath. "But don't think for one second that I'll actually hop into bed with you!" Kit glared at him.

Spot, along with the other newsies busted out laughing. "I've heaid dat one befoe!" Spot continued laughing. Kit just kept her mouth shut and went back to an expressionless look. Spot walked up to her and gently grabbed her waist. Kit backed away. Spot winked at her. "Strong goil, ain't ya? I like dat."

"Cut the crap and just show me where the lodging house is, unless, that is, you don't want me anymore now that you found out I'm a girl."

Spot thought for a minute. "Well, da truth is, we ain't nevah had a goil newsie in Brooklyn. Den again, ya seem like a pretty tough goil. Tell ya what, yous can join da Brooklyn newsies if ya promise to always keep dat slingshot wit ya so wes don't always have ta protect ya and ya sleep in my room for a few days til wes find ya a bed wit da oda guys." Spot leaned back against the wooden tower awaiting her response.

Kit thought for a minute. "Fine, as long as you promise not to touch me in anyway I find uncomfortable."

Spot smiled. "Can't promise ya anyting, babe." Spot grinned and motioned to her to follow him. After putting on her jacket and hat, Kit rolled her eyes and began walking behind him. The other newsies dispersed and began doing their own thing.

What a cocky bastard, she thought, I want to protect myself from him, but he can't know, not now at least.

A/n: Okay, I need reviews here. I know it looks like Spot and Kit are getting together, but I don't think I want them to. I was thinking of having her hook up with someone else, but I don't know yet. Please tell me who you think she should hook up with. Thanks!