Author note: Be proud that I am devoted to this story, I'm not usually so attached to writing…surprising, I know.
I watched as the rough looking girls approached Spot, flaunting their "look." I narrowed my eyes as I uneasily sold another pape, keeping an eye on the girls.
One girl started laughing and touched Spot's arm, making him raise his eyebrows. She flipped her hair and smiled, batting her eyelashes. She had straight dark brown hair to midwaist, and she had dark green eyes. She was wearing dark blue trousers, a light blue shirt, and brown suspenders.
I then observed the next girl. She had pitch black hair and light blue eyes. She was wearing black trousers, a gray shirt, and black suspenders. Her hair hung in her face as she held a frown.
I felt heat rise into my cheeks as the brown headed girl got close to Spot, whispering in his ear. Spot chuckled and said something back to her, making her burst out laughing again. I rolled my eyes as I sold another pape, shoving it into the man's hands.
After I finished selling, I noticed the girls were still bothering Spot, so I decided to ruin their little party. I stormed over and gave Spot a smile, and crossed my arms over my chest and stared at the girls.
"Hey, Spot," I said.
"Hey," he said, his eyes lighting up at my appearance. The brown haired girl looked me up and down with disgust and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Who is she?" she asked. Spot didn't notice the awkward tension,
"Dis here is da leader of da Brooklyn newsgoils," he said, slinging his arm over my shoulder.
"What?" I said, giving him an odd look.
"I decided dat there should be more goil newsies here in Brooklyn, so I put youse in charge of 'em." I smiled,
"How very generous of you."
"Yup, and these two goils right here wanna be newsies." I turned my eyes over to the girls and blinked.
"Tha names Tammy Jones, but I go by Racer," the brown haired girl said. "And dis here is Beth Mitchell, but she goes by Gloom." I looked at the girls for a second.
"Well, it's up ta youse, Sage. Can dey be newsies or what?" Spot asked, leaning on me a bit. I sighed,
"Sure, why not?" Racer gave a fake grin.
"Where is da Lodging House?" she asked. "And what're da rules?"
"Well, youse gotta pay a dime a night ta stay at da Lodging House, and we's wake up at seven ta go sell papes," Spot explained. "But right now we's ain't got many beds, so we'll hafta talk ta Wades 'bout dat. And da Lodging House is dat way, first house to da left. Our udder one burnt down, so dat one is a temporary Lodging House." Racer nodded and grinned at Gloom. After blowing Spot a kiss goodbye, Racer and Gloom left, walking in the direction of the Lodging House.
For the rest of the morning Spot and I ate at the restaurant while he explained everything about being a leader. I listened closely, not wanting to miss a thing.
"Oh, so do I get a cane too?" I joked. Spot grinned,
"If ya want. Its fun hittin people with hit." I laughed as we rose from the table and walked back to the Lodging House. On the way Spot and I stopped at Wades' house and talked to him about getting extra beds. Wades agreed and promised to have some beds by tonight.
Once we got back to the Lodging House, I could already sense Racer and Gloom. We walked in to be greeted with a lot of "hellos."
I noticed Poet sitting beside one of Spot's newsies, Hart. He had dark brown hair, brown eyes, and was very handsome. I haven't really talked to him much, though. Poet looked up and I grinned, waving. She smiled and waved back, motioning for me to come over.
I left Spot's side and walked over to the table Poet and Hart were sitting at.
"Hey," I greeted them.
"Hey," the two said in unison.
"Making friends already?" I asked Poet with a slight laugh. Poet blushed and bit her lip.
"She won't talk ta me," Hart whined, pouting. I smiled,
"I wonder why."
"So, I hear dat youse are leader of us newsgoils now," Poet says, smiling.
"Yup, but I'm not as bad as Spot." Poet and Hart laughed. Poet looked away from Hart, who groaned.
"Why won't youse talk ta me?" he asked. Hart looked at me, "Sage, why won't she talk ta me?"
"How am I supposed to know?" I asked, putting my hair behind my ears. Poet ignored Hart's plead to talk to her, and began to scribble down on a piece of paper.
I then noticed Racer and Gloom walking in the room, and Racer immediately walked over to Spot. I scrunched up my nose in disgust as she sat in the chair beside him, getting real close. She put her hand on his arm as he held up his cards. Poet noticed the evil glares I was sending Racer.
"Maybe youse should tell 'er ta back off," she said.
"Well, why tell her when I can just hurt her?" Poet laughed and wrote a few more things down on the paper in front of her.
"I hate people like 'er," Poet said. "Dey is always stealin goil's men."
"Yeah, well, if she doesn't get away from mine then I'm going to bury her underground with her head sticking out and run over her with a horse!" Poet laughed harder.
"Ah, I could only imagine. Mind if I help yer torture of pain?"
"Don't mind at all." Poet and I laughed as I noticed Racer get closer and closer to Spot. Spot moved away from her, trying to finish the game of poker he was playing with his boys.
"Are ya goin ta do somethin?" Poet asked.
"Well, I can always break her nose." Just like Madison… I grinned at the image of Madison's broken nose. It was a funny look. Racer's lips were about an inch away from Spot, and I immediately stood up, causing my chair to fall over and Racer to jump about ten feet into the air. Poet grinned and watched me. Racer looked over at me and noticed the fire in my eyes, giving me an odd/disgusted look. She then looked from me to Spot.
Ha, she must think I have a little crush on Spot. I rolled my eyes and picked up my chair, sitting back down.
"Dang, I was hopin ta see a fight," Poet laughed. I ran a hand through my hair and decided that it'd be better if I just go over there. I said goodbye to Poet and walked over to Spot, sitting on the other side of him.
"Hey," I said, grinning. Spot's smile widened when he saw me,
"Hey." I looked over his shoulder at his cards and squinted. I wasn't quite too sure how to play, because Scout and Race were bad teachers. I knew what the cards were, but what did they all mean? Racer glared at me and scooted her chair closer to Spot, if it were physically possible. Their knees were touching, and I could tell that Spot was uncomfortable.
Racer rested her head in her hand and giggled at Spot, leaning into him.
"Personal space," Spot said, pushing her off of him. I held in my laugh as Racer sighed and sat up straight, but stayed close to Spot.
I rolled my eyes.
"So, when are we going back to Manhattan?" I asked Spot. Spot shrugged,
"I dunno. Why, miss Scout?"
"Always," I said, grinning. Spot smirked and continued playing his game. For the rest of the night I stayed at his side, but not as close as Racer was. I respected Spot's space, unlike that stupid witch. Spot continued to tell her the back off, and she continued to annoy him. Wades brought over some beds and lined them up in one of the empty rooms.
After the game was over, everyone decided it was time to go to bed. Spot rose from his chair. Racer stood too, looping her arm in with Spot's and dragging him with her, talking at a fast speed. I stared, angry as ever. Spot was extremely uncomfortable, trying to pry his arm away from the stupid little bitch.
Racer asked Spot where her room was, and I followed as Spot showed her. We walked into a room where Wades put the beds. Gloom stared, frowning as usual and walked to one of the beds. Racer giggled.
"Thank you, Spot," she said, batting her eyelashes. Spot shrugged and turned towards me. He smiled,
"Come see me?" he asked. I smiled back and nodded as he left the room. Once Spot left the room, Racer turned to me.
"So, youse is tha leader here?"
"Yup," I said, crossing my arms over my chest. Racer was taller than me, at least two inches taller than me. She hovered over my, eyes blazing.
"Listen, I know youse have a little crush on da real leader, also known as Spot Conlon, but I'm warnin youse…stay away from him. He's mine." I clenched my fist, getting ready to show this girl who she was messing with, but kept my calm.
"I have to go see Spot now," I said.
"I don't think so," Racer said, cracking her knuckles. I rolled my eyes.
"Oh please, you think you can beat me?" Racer raised her fist and tried to punch me, but I easily caught it in my hand. I gripped it tightly and began to twist her arm in a position it should be in. Racer's eyes went wide.
"I'm the leader around here, and no weakling like you is going to boss me around." I let go of my arm, very much aware of the fact that I was using all the energy I had to fight this girl. I wasn't that strong, and if Racer wanted to, she could hammer me into the floor. But I couldn't let her know that.
I gave her a fake smile and turned on my heel, heading up to Spot's room. I didn't want to tell her that I was really Spot's girl; it would be fun to mess around with her head for awhile. I opened Spot's door and grinned at him as he took off his shirt to reveal his undershirt.
"Hey there," I said, closing the door and walking over to him. Spot grinned as he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. I kissed him back as I wrapped my arms longingly around his neck, accepting what was rightfully mine: him. No matter how much Racer wanted him, he was mine. She could try to beat up on me, but that didn't mean I was going to break his heart and leave him.
Spot and I didn't part until we heard the other boys fussing outside of Spot's door. Spot pulled away as a knock came upon the wooden door. He sighed in frustration and opened it to reveal Splinter.
"Hey Sage, yer goils won't leave us alone!" he said, pointing behind him. Spot looked back at me with his eyebrows raised.
"Let's see watchya got, Matthews," he said. I rolled my eyes and walked out of the door and into the hall. Racer and Gloom and peaking into the boy's washroom, whistling at the boys.
"Jones, Mitchell, what in the hell do you think your doing?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. Stupid girls had to ruin my kiss with Spot. Racer and Gloom jumped, turning to me. Racer knew what I could do, or what I made her believe I could do, and hesitantly walked away from the washroom.
"Sorry," she lied, walking down the stairs. Gloom followed, keeping her distance from me, remembering what I did to Racer. Spot had a look of approval,
"Very good," he said. "Dey fear ya already. Hell, I fear ya." I laughed and decided that it was time to go to bed. I kissed Spot one last time and headed downstairs to my room.
Next Chapter: More girls join the newsies. Racer tries to make a move on Spot when Sage isn't around.
Sage and Racer argue/fight.
Author note: Hahahahahahahahahahahaha, Sage is a good faker! LONG LIVE SPOT AND SAGE!