Mizu-chan's Notes: Yaay, I'm updating! This is an insanely short chapter compared to the other ones, but it's actually one of my favorites. I just love a good, angry fight, haha. Let me know what you think!

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Alex24 Hehe.. if you want Spot and Uhm to get together.. uhmmm.. you might wanna just skip this chapter. But I assure you the entire story won't end on the same note as this chapter!

Bitemytoemrmoe I'm so glad you like Uhm! And that you agree on the annoyingness of all the "strong-headed, control freak" girls. There is nothing wrong with those types of people (I'm actually one of them myself..).. but they just don't seem compatible with Spot! I do think Uhm is pretty strong, though..

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Chapter 13

New York City

Manhattan

October 14th

1900

"Get up, Uhm. Uhm, get up."

"Mmm, fi.. five more minutes," the girl mumbled out. She turned onto her side, placing her back to the annoyance. Quickly, she began falling back to sleep.

She heard a familiar growl. It took her a few seconds to put the growl with the face. But it was tragically too late for her to apologize. Spot had already yanked her onto the ground, "I said to get up."

Selece groaned, sitting up. Her eyes cracked open and she quickly soaked in the scene around her. The windows gave away the fact that it was still dark outside. Her ears gave away the fact that all the other newsies were still asleep. That wasn't fair! She turned a glare towards Spot, barely making out his own glare in the darkness. She then proceeded to hiss out an angry, "Why did you wake me up?"

"We're going back to Brooklyn, right? Right. So, get up or I'm leavin' ya here," Spot stood up from his crouch next to Selece. "Be down in the lobby in four minutes or I'm leavin' without ya." He disappeared down the stairs, Jack's words from last night still ringing harshly in his ears.

Selece moaned, pulling her still tired limbs from the ground. She stumbled through the darkness, hoping she wouldn't disturb anyone, and found the bathroom. Quickly, she splashed her face with cold water to wake herself up. The girl then headed back to her bunk as her eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness of the early morning. She smiled, watching all the newsies sleep before snatching up her outfit and heading back to the bathroom. Selece quickly changed from the white pajama dress Kloppman had lent her into her green plaid pants and too-small shirt. She winced as she put Blink's vest on, buttoning the bottom up to cover her skin. He wouldn't mind that she was borrowing it for good, would he? Selece shrugged, hoping he didn't before dashing from the bathroom, through the bunkroom and down into the lobby just as Spot was about to leave.

"What took ya so long?" hissed Spot as he waited by the door. Selece shrugged before dropping a few coins onto the desk of Kloppman. She also set the dress she had worn on the date to the movies and her pajamas on the desk, hoping he knew how thankful she was.

"I went as fast as I could, Spot," she mumbled as the two stepped outside. She winced as a wave of cold rammed into her. October was chilly enough but October mornings were freezing. The girl shivered as goose bumps rose up all along her arms. She glanced over to Spot, noticing that the cold didn't seem to bother him that much. He must have been used to being outside this early while she always slept late.

Spot watched her shiver. Half of him wanted to grab the girl and warm her up himself. The other half just wanted to push her down into the cold street for liking Blink. After all he had done for her. Punching Sugar, getting Jack to save her, and just being plain nice, this was how she repaid him? He snorted in disgust drawing a surprised glance from Selece, which he blatantly ignored. The young male then started a brisk walk towards Brooklyn.

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They were halfway across the bridge. The sun had finally risen out of the inky darkness, casting a soft glow on the awakening city. Selece was becoming angrier with every step taken. Spot hadn't spoken a word to her the entire walk no matter how many times she had attempted to start a conversation. He was acting like a pouting four year old and she had had enough.

"Alright, Spot. What's bothering you?" she asked, stopping right in the middle of the bridge. Selece set her hands on her hips, glaring at the boy.

"Nothing," Spot replied, his voice drenched in a sulking tone. He continued walking, pretending not to notice that Selece had stopped. Or at least pretending he didn't care.

"Nothing? Oh really? Is that why you've been giving me the cold shoulder all this morning?" Selece said, instinctively tilting up her chin in a stubborn position.

"I said nothing," Spot growled out as he stopped walking. Slowly, he turned around to face Selece, eyes narrowed to the thinnest of slits. "So there is nothing the matter."

"I don't believe that. You're acting strange, Spot."

"No, I'm not!"

"You're acting like you're three."

"No, I'm not not not!" Spot shouted, stomping his foot harshly against the ground causing a few passer-bys to glance over nervously.

Selece tilted back her head, laughing, "My point has been made."

Spot growled. He was already in a terrible mood and being laughed at just made it all the worse. He reached out, grabbing a hold of Selece's collar and pulled her closer to him, "Why you even coming back to Brooklyn? No one likes ya there. Why don't ya stay with Blink and all your men, you lousy whore," Spot hissed out. He spat at Selece before shoving her down with a smirk. The Brooklyn newsie then turned away, guilt slicing at his insides till he thought he would burst.

Selece stayed on the ground, stunned for a few moments. And then as she noticed he was walking away, the girl leaped to her feet. She wiped the salvia from her face, eyes brimming with angered and hurt tears. The young woman raised her fist, shaking it as she shouted to Spot's retreating back, "Fine! I won't go to Brooklyn! I hate Brooklyn and I hate you the most of all!! You're nothing but a spoiled, ugly brat!" Selece then whirled on her heels and raced off in the opposite direction, not knowing exactly where she was going.

Spot scoffed at the tone of her voice. She was hurt? Ha, yeah right. When did she ever care what he thought? Spot continued his walk to Brooklyn, fooling himself with tough thoughts as he tried to ignore his urge to turn around and race back to Selece.

Where will Selece go?

Will Spot apologize?

Is it just me or are the parts getting shorter and shorter?

The answers to these and more in the next spine-tingling section of..

THE..

STORY..

OF..

UHM!!!