Chapter 15

After Tibby's, everyone split up. David and Heather went to Medda's to see if she would let them use the theatre, and Jack and Daisy went off to invite newsies from other boroughs to the rally. Delilah felt like the odd one out now that the other two were in relationships. She knew she would've been welcome to go with either couple, but she would've felt like a third wheel. She just sat at the table she was at with some of the boys, and picked at her food. Spot noticed this and leaned over to her.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just...nothing. I'm fine."

"Nah ya ain't. Listen, why don't we go back ta Brooklyn and you can talk 'bout it. I'se a real good listenah."

She scoffed and replied sarcastically, "Yeah, I believe that."

"It's true!"

"I'll buy it for now Conlon. But only because of our truce and that I do need to talk, and it looks like you're it." The two stood up and walked out, heading for Brooklyn.

As they walked, Spot couldn't help but actually feel nervous. He had promised Heather that if she got better, he would finally make a move on Delilah. And he knew that if he didn't keep up his end of the deal, she wouldn't keep up hers. He looked over at the girl from the sides of his eyes. People told him their personalities were perfect for each other. They were both tough and confident, and didn't break easily. They were also both incredibly stubborn and always thought they were right. Spot wanted to think this was true, but he couldn't help but think he had finally found the one girl who didn't want to be involved with him romantically. Usually, girls would throw themselves at him. But Delilah was different. She seemed to have no interest in him like that whatsoever. And to be honest, that made him want her more.

With her peripherals, Delilah could see Spot keep looking over at her. She could've made a comment about it, but she didn't want to spoil what was happening. It was a nice moment they were having, just walking in silence, not arguing or trying to hurt each other. As much as she tried to fight herself on it, she knew she had it bad for him. The girls told her again and again that he had a thing for her, but she kept denying it. Mostly because it scared her. She was finally friends with him, and now that that happened, she didn't want it to be ruined by another failed relationship. She had had her share of boyfriends in the past, but they were short lived because either they would cheat or leave her when they got what they wanted. Because of that, she was very hesitant to trust someone when they said they wanted to be with her.

At last, they got to the Brooklyn Lodging House. The two made their way in and up the stairs to Spot's room, past all the hollers and comments being thrown at them form Spot's boys.

Because Spot was Brooklyn's king, he had a room to himself. They sat down next to each other on his bed.

"So what's eatin' at ya Spunk?" Spot asked bluntly.

"I'm happy for Heather and Daisy. I really really am. They're awesome girls and they deserve to be so happy with the awesome guys they found. But..."

"But..."

"But...I'm just always the one by myself."

"Whadda ya mean?"
"I mean, just once I want the guy to want me. And whenever the guy does want me, he just wants me. And once he's done with that, he leaves me. Or if I'm lucky and he doesn't dump me right away, he cheats on me. Either way, I'm always the one by myself." Spot actually didn't know what to say. When he was faced with Heather's problem, he went into protective brother mode and knew exactly what to say. But now, hearing the first girl he had ever had true, genuine feelings for say that no guy had ever treated her right, his mind was blank.

Suddenly, losing control of his impulses, he quickly leaned into her and kissed her on the lips. As soon as she registered what was happening, she pulled away immediately.

"What are you doing?!" she cried.

"I-I'm-I'm not sure. I just-I just...I heard what you were saying, and it-it was just my first impulse. And I like you, and-"

"You what?" she interrupted.

He froze. He had not meant to say that out loud. "I-I-I...I like you." He decided to give in and repeat it.

"Do you really?" she asked quietly.

He looked down and rubbed the back of his neck. "Um, yeah. Yeah, I do."

"Well...good. Because...I like you too." They looked to each other and slightly smiled for a quick second, then looked away. They both looked down at the floor, and it was silent for at least a full minute.

"So...can I do it again?"

"Do what again?"
"Kiss ya."

"Yeah, yeah. That would be...nice."

They turned to face each other and moved in closer. Spot put his hands on Delilah's waist, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. They leaned in and started to kiss. Spot went a little further by drawing his tongue across her bottom lip. Hesitantly, she let him in. However, much to Delilah's surprise, and not in a good way, Spot decided to push it even more and brought his hand up under the back of her shirt. He tried to get her to lie down with him on top of her, but she immediately pushed him away.

"What are you trying to do?!" she exclaimed.

"I just thought-" he tried to say something, but she interrupted him.

"Thought what? That because I like you I'll give it up like all your other hoes?!" Spot tried to form words, but couldn't think of anything. "You're not even denying it." She stood up and walked to the door. She felt a lump in her throat and tears start to form, so she had to get out of there before he saw it. She threw the door open and stormed down the stairs.

"Spunk! Wait!" she could hear Spot call after her, chasing her down the stairs. He caught up to her and grabbed her wrist to make her stop. But she pulled from him and slapped him across the face.

"Don't touch me," she said through gritted teeth. "You're just like every other guy that said they 'like' me. Every time, every guy, I fell for it. And, of course, I fell for it again. I didn't even want to believe you liked me until you told me because I thought you hated me. But when you told me you actually liked me, for some insane reason, I thought you were different. But then when you...Not only will I not be your girl, but this truce we had is definitely over."

"If you would just-"

"Goodbye Spot." She turned and walked out the door, not looking back, and leaving Spot standing in the doorway surrounded by his boys giving him confusing looks.

When she was out of sight, Spot turned to the newsies and put his signature scowl on his face and spat out, "What are you graftahs doin' hangin' around 'ere? Get outta my sight. Now!" They all scattered, leaving the king alone, and feeling a new feeling he had never felt before. He couldn't tell what it was. But his chest hurt and his stomach hurt and for some reason he couldn't feel his legs. He didn't know it, but this feeling is called heartbreak.

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