Chapter 11

Dag replayed the night's events over and over again in her mind before she fell asleep. There was something wrong about it but Dag couldn't figure it out. Had Spot really just dropped her like that with out even trying to get her back? That wasn't much like Spot. How dare he, did the words 'I love ya' come from his mouth all the time for girls?

Where had Emily come from? She had disappeared assumed dead and she just comes back. Then she takes Spot before Dag even tried to make up with him. Let her explain how frustrated she had been about his over protectiveness. Dag wanted more than anything just to sit down and talk to him, but she wouldn't. Spot had dropped her and there was no way he could dig himself out of this ditch.

Dag was dead asleep when the boys got back. Someone had shown up with beer and the older ones had gotten pretty drunk. Now smashed they had to get to bed which wasn't the problem, the hang over the next day would be though. Several of the leaders from other parts of New York had gotten drunk with them and had been to drunk to go home to wherever they were from were sleeping on the floor.

Dag woke up to find the floor covered with newsies from all over. She shook her head. She shook her head knowing that she was the only one awake, besides some of the younger boys. Looking down she found Spot lying right next to her bed. Growling she stood up and starting moving to get as far away from him as possible. She felt a hand clamp around her ankle, throwing off her balance she landed right on top of one of the other boys. Dag was up in a second and glaring right at the smirking Spot.

"What do you want?" Dag growled trying to shake his grip free of her ankle.

"I want to explain,"

"Tough, I don't want ta hear yeh explanation." Dag replied kicking his hand with her other foot and freeing the first. Dag was up and out long before Kloppman had even come up stairs.

Dag knew that Spot wouldn't be back in Brooklyn for a while seeing how hung over he was. She took this as an opportunity to go and visit. She ran to by more time plus it felt good to be moving so quickly. Getting to the warehouse she found that the boys were just starting to leave to get their papers.

"Dag!" Why yelled running up to greet her.

"You boys didn't let her drink last night did ya?" Dag asked looking up at them evilly.

"Na, none of us had anydin' ta drink 'sides Spot," Flame answered. "Where is he?"

"Back at de lodgin' house tryin' to get ovah his hangover," Dag speculated.

"Guess who I sold with while you were gone," Why said really excited and proud.

"Who?"

"Ya have to guess," Why insisted.

"Why just tell hah, Dag'll nevah get it," Flame told the little girl.

"I did," Dag could hear Spot behind her.

"Spot, I wanted her to guess." Why pouted.

Dag turned around ready to leave. She had thought that Spot was still way back at the Lodging house but he must have followed right after her. Dag was in a bad mood and had no intention of dealing with Spot right now.

Not even making eye contact Dag moved to leave. Spot moved in front of her (bad move Spot). Dag made eye contact with a glare and chucked his slingshot right into his face. That close to him the slingshot left quite the mark. The only sound was that of the slingshot hitting the ground. All eyes were on the pair.

"Dag if ya'd just let me explain,"

"Do you realize that yeh in the way of a pending natural disaster?" Dag replied using what Race had called her.

"Yeah, but if the PND would let me explain den I'd move,"

"The PND has no intention of hearing what ya have to say so ya can just move," Dag hissed.

"No," Dag could tell he was starting to get just as mad as she was.

Dag didn't say anything in response and merely turned to walk farther into Brooklyn. Spot grabbed her arm. Dag turned to face him again drawing a dagger.

"Let go of me," she hissed pressing the dagger to his neck.

Spot let go. Dag left and the crowd of newsies parted to let her through.

The rest of the day Dag spent wandering to the streets of Brooklyn like she used to when she needed to think. The newsies would greet her when ever they saw her. She could tell she had gained a lot of respect from putting a knife to Spot's neck and getting away with it.

"Kathryn," Dag didn't bother to stop; she knew who that voice belonged to.

"Jamie leave me 'lone," she hissed.

"Touchy today are we?" Jaime said falling inline right next to her.

"Yeah. Bug off."

"Don't have your usual shadow I see,"

"What's it ta you?"

"Just making observations,"

"Soah,"

"You haven't been to see your father since you got back,"

"Yeah I know,"

"Why don't you?"

"Wow ya said a question not an obvious statement." Dag said sarcastically.

"I can make another obvious statement if you like."

"No danks."

"If you insist,"

"I do,"

"Alright. Your loss,"

"Jaime just leave me alone. I'm in a bad mood and that can mean pain foh anyone who pisses me off."

"How about I leave you alone," Jamie's voice had a sly under layer to it.

"What's de catch?"

"There's a party tonight and I don't have a date,"

"When Hades freezes ovah," Dag replied coolly.

"Just for one night, and since you a Spot aren't courting, or it think that's what you where doing, He wouldn't be mad." Jamie had struck gold and he knew it.

"I'd be honored to go wid you," Dag replied smiling. She could put up with Jaime for one night in order to get back at Spot. The only thing she had to figure out now was how to get Spot to see her and Jamie together. A plan of revenge had began to form in her mind.

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A/N: Ok so this whole revenge thing is kinda derived from a character I write in one of my original stories she likes getting revenge. HEHEHE, yeah and their characters were close enough I decided to let Dag get revenge on Spot though....No I'm saying to much. Oh and I'm leaving for camp on Tuesday so I'm going to try and get another chapter in but I don't know if I can. Despite the fact it's summer my schedule is tight and this part of the story takes a lot of thought. So yeah.