Chapter 13 (Memory's Point Of View)
Your love for me came as a waterfall
Flowing inside me like never before
Your love for me something I didn't see
But, baby, I know better now
- "Gotta tell you" by Samantha Mumba
I couldn't believe that Spot was hugging me. All the sudden I felt so safe. I hoped it would never end. But they say nothing good lasts.
"Spot! What is going on! You ask me to be your girl and then go hug someone else." A voice broke into my thoughts. I looked up to see a girl in newsies garb with amber hair and brown eyes.
"Nightingale!" Spot seemed to jump a mile as he quickly released me. He looked down. That's when her words sunk in. Spot had a girlfriend. Heartbroken I ran back to the lodging house.
"What's the matter Mem?" Jack asked, as I entered the lodge. I was wearing my mask again, determined not to let anyone know I was upset.
"How did you know something was wrong?" I asked.
"You had the same statement on your face as I did when I thought that I had lost you. Something is definitely wrong. Do you want to talk in private?" I couldn't believe that Jack remembered that I hated admitting something was wrong. Every time I was upset, I'd try and hide it. He always knew though. I just nodded at him. He led me up to the roof.
"I-I like Spot. I mean really like Spot." Jack just laughed. "Jack this isn't funny!"
"Memory, you've always liked him. Don't you remember when I made you admit to it? You couldn't have been anymore than eight years old."
"That's not the point. He hugged me, Jack. When I told him who I was, he pulled me into a really long hug. I loved it. Then some girl, Nightingale I think he called her, walked up, and yelled at him for hugging me. She said she was his girl."
"Nightingale is the only female Brooklyn newsie. I'm surprised you didn't meet her before you came here. She's liked Spot for longer than anyone can remember."
"But why would he hug me like that if he didn't like me?"
"I don't know. I really don't know."
