Guess who is going to New York to see newsies on Broadway! This girl (: Mwhahaha! I am so excited! My muse came to me for this story so I have decided to add another chapter of this one. Please enjoy! Also the musical was amazing. I am so sorry I haven't updated…life has been hectic, and I know that is no excuse. I am sorry.
Chapter Six: Lucky, Fish and Final Decisions
"Well aint that just bloody fantastic?" I burst out before I could restrain myself. He scrunched his eyebrows together, causing a small crease in the center of his forehead.
"What did you say?" he asked. From the edge in his voice, I realized I got the fuse going. Not caring, I was about to repeat myself when a small, pale hand over my mouth. Rachel let out a breathy laugh and looked up at Spot.
"She didn't say anything, sir," she answered for me. Spot turned his attention to her, looked her up and down and shot her a million dollar smile that was intended to make girls go weak at the knees. Rachel giggled, and I shot a look up at her. What is she doing, being all flirty? Rachel doesn't even talk to guys that she doesn't know.
Seeing as she hasn't taken her hand off of my mouth yet, I stuck out my tongue out and gently flicked her hand. She let out a small squeal and ripped her hand from mouth, "That's disgusting Amy!"
I smirked, turning my attention back to the boy standing in the door way. He now looked me over with a confused look on her face. "Amy?" He said looking over to Jack. "Thought you said her name was Lucky?"
"Lucky?" I asked, feeling the same confusion as Spot as I shot Jack a glance.
"Oh yeah! Must've forgotten to tell you guys!" Jack said from the corner. He pushed off the wall and walked towards me. "While you were out the boys gave you a name. And they chose Lucky for obvious reasons…"
Right, of course, because I was lucky to still be able to breathe. With that I gave a smile small and a slight shake of the head. "Yeah, and you'll never guess what they named me!" Rachel said in an excited tone. Before I could answer, she continued. "FISH!" This caused me to give a short laugh, because that was the name my dad used to call her when she was a little kid. "Yeah, who woulda thunk. All I did was tell them I grew up in the water…I think they took it a lil bit too seriously." She said the last part almost under her breath so only I could hear.
I smiled again, until Spot cleared his throat. This made my smile fall into a frown and rolled my head to face him. "You need something?" I asked, allowing my annoyance break through again.
"Well, I was just thinking back to when we found you guys. And you know, I realized something," he said walking closer to the edge of my bed.
"Oh yeah, and what is that?" I asked, rolling my eyes.
"Well you never thanked me," he said, crossing his arms and cocking up his eyebrows.
This took me back more than any other thing that he had said since he stepped through the door. "What are you talking about?"
He shot a look over to Jack, who bit his lip. "You didn't tell her?" he said stepping forward towards him. And I don't know if it was just me, but Jack actually seemed intimidated by this little shrimp. My instincts jumped in and I came to Jacks rescue.
"God, leave him alone you jerk, I have only been up for a few days." I said grimly, crossing my arms. He stopped abruptly, mid-step and spun on his heels.
"You know, you shouldn't talk that way to the guy who saved your cocky ass." My enter body filled with shock faster than if I would have gotten hit with a bolt of lightning. Spot Conlon, king of Brooklyn, biggest jerk in the world…had saved my life. He couldn't have, he had to be lying. That's why he was smirking at me at this very moment, knowing he got me.
"You're lying.." I whispered. He let out a breathy laugh and began to unbutton his shirt.
"Really now? Does this," he pulled his shirt off to show a white undershirt, that was stained red near his chest. Stained with my blood… "Look like a fucking lie to you?" He half- shouted, half- cried. "Cause sweetheart, this aint somethin' I lie about." he began to button his shirt and tucked it in. I bit my top lip, feeling slightly ashamed. I looked over at Rachel, who was covering her face with her free hand, looking like she was going to cry. My eyes then went to Jack, who offered me a simple nod to let me know Spot wasn't lying.
My attention went back to Spot, who flipped his hair out of his eyes, his eyes waiting for my response. So I said the only thing I could, "You really are the one who saved my life…" I sounded ten years younger than I was. The corner of his mouth cocked up into the smirk.
"Well don't sound so surprised." He made the cockiness in his voice thicken. Then he shrugged his shoulders, as if waiting for something. "Well say it."
"Say what?" I asked.
"You're the greatest, best lookin' guy in New York and thank you for saving me." I cocked my eyebrow and pursed my lips. Jack chuckled in the corner and Spot smirked at me.
"Well thanks," I mumbled, half-tempted to roll my eyes, but I tried to make it seem sincere so I didn't. "I mean that…But you aint getting the other stuff." I grinned quickly and Rachel giggled. Spot dropped his smirk into a frown.
"Alrighty then, back to business," he turned to Jack, his tone turning serious. "I want the blonde." My head shot towards Rachel as her giggles ceased. It seemed as if her entire body shut down, and the color fell from her face. But it wasn't only her face that lost color…Jack was also as white as a sheet as he glanced over at Rachel.
"Well, Spot, she gets to decide," Jack said with his voice shaking as he gazed at Rachel. That was when I saw something I didn't quite expect, a spark. Just a small spark of compassion and passion. It clicked in my head immediately; Jack had begun to have feelings for Rachel. And from the way she looked back at him, well let's just say, I don't even Mush walking by shirtless could break that gaze.
"Uh, no Jacky boy, that aint how this works." He spoke with authority. "I want the blonde instead of the one who just seems to never shut up." He glared over at me as I clenched handfuls of the sheets in my fists. Jack opened his mouth to respond but Spot glanced over at him and he quickly shut it.
I couldn't believe it! Jack Kelley, my hero and the one I always looked up too, was afraid to stand up to someone who was a head shorter than him. Rachel whimpered in the corner, clenching her broken arm. No one seemed to notice but me when a single tear slid down her cheek to the floor. My eyes followed it all the way there and that was when I knew what I had to do.
"You are not taking her!" I screamed, barely able to contain it anymore. All three heads shot towards me, but I looked Spot right in his ice cold blue eyes. I licked my lips and calmed my tone down, "I mean, why would you want someone like her?" I tried to keep the shakiness hidden, but it was still coming through, so I prayed I was the only one that could hear it. "Someone who can't even lift her own chair by herself. What makes you think she would last two days in your care." Out of the corner of my eye I caught Rachel shaking her head slightly, as if she could read my mind. "No Conlon, what you need is someone strong."
At that, I pushed off my covers and with much pain, I very slowly push my legs over the edge of the bed. My feet made contact with the cool floor and with wobbly knees, I put all my strength and mind into standing. I couldn't stand straight up but I managed to put one foot in front of the other. When I lifted my left foot to take my next step, I stumbled and fell into my bed. Rachel shot her arm out to catch me but I swatted it away.
"No Rach, I need to do this alone." I said, looking up at Spot through my bangs. The corner of his mouths were down and staring at me intently. He seemed to be concentrating as much as me. Rachel, noticing this too, backed away slowly and stood next to Jack.
I took a deep breath in and pushed myself off my bed. I took another step, slowly and steadily. In my head I kept repeating the same pattern, left, right, left, right, until I felt my legs started giving out and I glanced to see how far I had gone. I was a few mere inches away from Spot. I tried to take one last step but my legs finally gave in. Jack and Rachel were at my sides just as I was about to hit the floor and held me up.
"That was amazing Amy." Rachel whispered in my ear. I gave her a small smile as I tried to catch my breath.
My stomach was on fire but I had one last thing left. I looked at Spot, who was still frowning. "So," I said with power. "When do we leave?"
One corner shot up on Spots face, "Tomorrow." I smiled and I felt the two on my side let out the breath they had been holding since I threw off my sheets. But Spot wasn't done. He uncrossed his arms and lifted my chin up, looking straight into my moss eyes. "But I walk fast, so be sure to keep up."
This time I was the one to smirk, "Don't worry, I'll be fine."