** Disclaimer: I do not own the Newsies, I only own the Mick with the
attitude**
Chapter 2:
The next day was pretty much hell. Blink and I were supposed to be working with me, but I managed to ditch him too. Jack found me in the same place having a smoke. He was mad. He kept telling me that I'm too weak and vulnerable to be out here alone with all the drunks walking around waiting to abuse a girl like me. I kept rolling my eyes and telling him to go tell it to a leprechaun. I found myself working with him again that afternoon, but there were no rallies or meetings today to manipulate, so we were stuck walking the streets, selling to passers-by.
A few men had tried to make a pass at me and some had offered me money in return for "services". After two years of selling papes, you come to expect this type of behaviour from the drunks and ignorant assholes. I smiled sweetly, took the offered money, which more often than not more than I made in two days, rolled up a pape and shoved it down the front of their pants with a "There's your service, now you can finally learn how to read, you drunk yank." Jack had never seen me do that before and hooted and hollered down the street.
"How do you do that? You just keep your cool and never let that bother you?"
"I never let it bother me. They're just being pigs, that's all and the best way to handle a pig is to be letting them know that you're the boss." I shrugged and lit a smoke as we walked through the square. We passed a group of teenage girls who took one look at Jack and were giggling like a drunk on St. Patrick's Day. I stepped out from behind him and they looked at me with utter disgust. I looked at them.
"Ladies, care to buy a pape?" I offered.
"Not from you. You're dirty and ugly and we don't want to have anything to do with you. Why do you dress like that?"
"Because it's comfortable and it's easier to kick arse in." I answered, my Irish brogue becoming more evident. They laughed even harder and tried to imitate me. I was slowly becoming furious.
"What do you see in her anyway?" One blonde in particular asked Jack. He raised an eye brow and blinked. They thought we were a couple. I was about to bring their fantasy to an abrupt end when Jack answered.
"Because she can handle herself and she's not a leech, depending on guys to do all her work for her. And she's beautiful."
"Her, beautiful? If you think she's beautiful, there's something wrong with you." She said and her and her minions walked away, swinging their hips. I was surprised they didn't dislocate one. I was furious as I looked at Jack to see him looking at me, and I bolted. I ran like the devil and all the forces of hell themselves were after me. I quickly lost Jack in the crowd and found a dark deserted alley. I punched the wall, turned around to lean against it and slid down until I was sitting on the ground. I was crying. I was crying because those airheads knew nothing but what they saw and I was crying because I thought that Jack was lying and I couldn't bare someone else trying to be kind.
Racetrack found me sometime later while he was walking past. It was after dark. No doubt Jack had sent him to come find me. He didn't say anything other than, "Hiya, Lexus," as he helped me up and walked with me back to the house.
Chapter 2:
The next day was pretty much hell. Blink and I were supposed to be working with me, but I managed to ditch him too. Jack found me in the same place having a smoke. He was mad. He kept telling me that I'm too weak and vulnerable to be out here alone with all the drunks walking around waiting to abuse a girl like me. I kept rolling my eyes and telling him to go tell it to a leprechaun. I found myself working with him again that afternoon, but there were no rallies or meetings today to manipulate, so we were stuck walking the streets, selling to passers-by.
A few men had tried to make a pass at me and some had offered me money in return for "services". After two years of selling papes, you come to expect this type of behaviour from the drunks and ignorant assholes. I smiled sweetly, took the offered money, which more often than not more than I made in two days, rolled up a pape and shoved it down the front of their pants with a "There's your service, now you can finally learn how to read, you drunk yank." Jack had never seen me do that before and hooted and hollered down the street.
"How do you do that? You just keep your cool and never let that bother you?"
"I never let it bother me. They're just being pigs, that's all and the best way to handle a pig is to be letting them know that you're the boss." I shrugged and lit a smoke as we walked through the square. We passed a group of teenage girls who took one look at Jack and were giggling like a drunk on St. Patrick's Day. I stepped out from behind him and they looked at me with utter disgust. I looked at them.
"Ladies, care to buy a pape?" I offered.
"Not from you. You're dirty and ugly and we don't want to have anything to do with you. Why do you dress like that?"
"Because it's comfortable and it's easier to kick arse in." I answered, my Irish brogue becoming more evident. They laughed even harder and tried to imitate me. I was slowly becoming furious.
"What do you see in her anyway?" One blonde in particular asked Jack. He raised an eye brow and blinked. They thought we were a couple. I was about to bring their fantasy to an abrupt end when Jack answered.
"Because she can handle herself and she's not a leech, depending on guys to do all her work for her. And she's beautiful."
"Her, beautiful? If you think she's beautiful, there's something wrong with you." She said and her and her minions walked away, swinging their hips. I was surprised they didn't dislocate one. I was furious as I looked at Jack to see him looking at me, and I bolted. I ran like the devil and all the forces of hell themselves were after me. I quickly lost Jack in the crowd and found a dark deserted alley. I punched the wall, turned around to lean against it and slid down until I was sitting on the ground. I was crying. I was crying because those airheads knew nothing but what they saw and I was crying because I thought that Jack was lying and I couldn't bare someone else trying to be kind.
Racetrack found me sometime later while he was walking past. It was after dark. No doubt Jack had sent him to come find me. He didn't say anything other than, "Hiya, Lexus," as he helped me up and walked with me back to the house.