"I'se knows you'se awake, broad." i heard slurred words step closer and closer towards my lifeless body. I didn't move. "Listen, doll face," i sat up expectantly and looked at his face. "Don't call me doll face, asshole."

"Ahh, see i'se knew you'se wasn't sleepin'." he took a swig from his bottle of vodka. "Gimme that," i stole the bottle and drowned it whole in mere minutes. I made a satisfied sound. "Sorry, was that yours? 'Was thirsty." i gave a shrug and smirked at his face that had surprise written on it.

"You'se-" he pointed a shaken finger at me. "You'se da reason why's i'se can't sleep at night no more." i looked him in the eyes "What in hell are ya talking about?" he sat down on my bed. "I'se talkin' about how everyone's on your side and hasn't stopped yellin' at me foah it."

"Well, to be fair, you played me'se." he opened his mouth to say something but decided not to. "Anyways, i'se gonna ask ya nicely ta stop makin' all da Manhattaners hate me'se."

"It's not my fault Spot. Besides, don't you like the 'feared' and 'playboy' status?" he drunkenly turned toward me. "Yes, But dis' ain't that status. Dis da 'wow i'se knew he's was a dick, but dat was low' status."

"I'se mean, at least i'se didn't hit you'se. You'se hit me'se. Ya didn't even let me finish," i stared at him blankly. "Finish?" he sighed exhaustedly. "Ya knows what? Neva mind."

"No, what are you talking about?" i pressed him on what he was talking about. "Nothin'." he got up, but fell right on his knees. "Really Spot?! Really?!" he looked up at me, drunkend face and everything.

I bent down to help him back up again. "God, you just-" i threw my hands up in the air and walked out of the room, down to the party.

"Heya Doll! Thought you'se was sleepin'! Oh, Did we'se wake you'se?" Race furrowed his eyebrows in worry and i looked up at him, smiling. "No, ya didn't Race, i just couldn't sleep."

"Oh, in dat case, wanna drink? HEYA MARTY, GET DE LOVELY LADY A DRINK!" he yelled across the sweat filled loud room of drunk newsies. "HOW MANY!?" the newsie manning the bar, presumably named Marty yelled back. Racetrack held up two fingers and then he went back to asking me more questions.

"So you'se gonna tell me'se why ya won't talk ta Spot now, or?" i shook my head and rolled my eyes. "I hate him." he raised a questioning eyebrow and said "But you'se like 'em."

"Yes, i like him, that's why i have to hate him." he looked at me, confusion sketched on his face. "And dis is why i'se neva will undastand goil logic." i laughed and shouldered him lightly.

"Evelyn." a stern but not a Spot voice called. I gave Race an irritated look and looked up to see Brandon, drunk. "My name is Doll." he looked down at me with hurt eyes already in them.

"Come with me." he stated and then grabbed my wrist. "Let go, Brandon." i attempted to take my wrist back, but him being drunk and all didn't take commands very well. "Brandon, let go."

I stood up to try to take my wrist back again. "Just lemme talk to you for a sec outside.." he started for the door and i fiercely tried to pull away. "I'se don't wanna talk to you!" i yelled at him and this was when Race stood up and Spot had come up from behind me because i felt his hand grope my butt.

"Spot this isn't the time foah that." i heard him chuckle before becoming serious. "Let goes of me goil." both Brandon, Race, I, and everyone else looked at Spot. I heard mutters all around. Some like "Spot's neva had a goil longa den 3 days…"

I looked at Spot, stunned to hear him. "Spot stop joking.." i laughed a bit before he looked at me. He was dead serious. "Don't touch her." he looked back at Brandon and pulled his hand away from my wrist.

"Evelyn here obviously doesn't know about you guys dating." Brandon looked down at me. "Brandon, just go." he shook his head stubbornly. "No, you need to choose. Me and him."

He went on, "If you choose me, i can take you away and we can settle down and have children and-" in between all of Brandon's words i looked at Spot and we had a silent agreement because Spot had taken me by the waist and kissed me.

"Hey!" not even a second in, Spot was ripped away from my grasp and had been punched back. The newsies that had just then not done anything, intervened now because they knew Spot could very well kill Brandon.

"Brandon!" i yelled at him "YOU WANT ME TO TELL YOUR FATHER WHERE YOU ARE?!" he was breathing really hard now, trying to calm down. "You wouldn't." he raised an eyebrow and nodded. "Yes, i would."

"I know what your father does to you, Evelyn. I'M THE ONLY ONE WHO KNOWS, RIGHT?" he started laughing maniacally. "So, now who are you gonna choose? Me, or him? Keeping in mind that i have the upper hand here."

I couldn't think straight. "Why-" my voice cracked. "I.." i stammered, trying to remain calm. "How could you do such an idiotic thing.. You.. YOU BASTARD!" he stared down at me "I'm sorry, but you don't belong with him."

The way he said 'him' made my insides boil and my whole body shook with anger. I couldn't contain my anger.

From behind, Spot had regained control and was now pushing forward to see me. "Doll, please don't." he begged and held my hand. "I-" i looked him in the eyes and found emotion flooding his eyes.

"Spot.." he was finally showing emotion. I could see all the frustrations he's had, all the respect, all the sadness, happiness, i could see it all. But what was clear about his eyes were they were desperate.

"I'll give you three days and when you choose me, i'll take you somewhere far away." i felt suffocated in that room full of madness and anger. I didn't want to further press Brandon to go to papa by beating him up or anything. So, breathing slowly, i felt the tears flooding my eyes as i walked up the stairs into Spot's bedroom.