Breaking His Walls- [Spot Conlon love story]

Chapter 18- Dirty Rotten Scabber

POV Spot

"Stop The World, no more papes!"

We chant over and over again. Me, Brooklyn, 'Hatten, Harlem, Midtown, and Queens stand outside of The World's circulation station ta protest.

Just like last night, dis mornin's been a mess. Yesterday, I had a meetin with Harlem to come with us to protest in front of The world.

My meetin with Checkers and his buddies went fine, but Blair was givin me goo-goo eyes da whole time. I wanted to get out of there as soon as I could.

Blair, bein da psycho she is, followed me back to da lodge house. I's thought I made it clear to my watchmen not to let 'er near da lodge house but apparently, I wasn't clear enough.

She snuck into my room late last night and was tryin to seduce me and win me back for da hundredth time. I made up some dumb story about how we should have some type of forbidden love because NOTHIN gets through dis girls thick skull.

I somehow got 'er to agree dat we would have our last kiss but never speak again. Low and behold durin dat kiss, Ciara came to da lodge house and walked in on it.

I felt horrible. I didn't realize how much I was fallin in love with 'er until I watched 'er walk out da way she did. 

I wish I just had a chance to explain dat I want nothin to do with Blair. I only want 'er.

But, none of da 'Hatten newsies have seen Ciara and I ain't tellin dem what happened last night. Dey all asked me dis mornin, but all I's did was shrug. 

A trolley stacked with papes, leaves da circulation station and we all run after it screamin. Apparently, dis upsets da bulls because dey start to inch towards us.

"Cheese it! Race, please, help me. I need some help." Davey yells shakin Race like a rag doll.

Dave was tryin to break up some fight between some newsies from one of da boroughs.

"All right, I ain't deaf!" Race barks back.

I hate to admit it, but without Jack we is already fallin apart. Everyone's jumpin down each othas throats left and right and startin fights. 

Like I said, it's a mess.

I shove Davey out of da way and walk over to two newsies goin at it in front of da bulls.

"Hey, hey, hey. Break it up. Break it up." I command.

Dey eyeball me with sorry expressions and jump away from each otha before I can say anythin else.

Straight ahead, walkin out of da circulation gates, a familiar boy in fancy clothes starts walkin towards us.

"Hey. Hey, Race. Race, come here." I call to Race.

"What?"

"Tell me I'm seein things. Just tell me I'm seein things." I say.

I don't know if Race's eyes will convince me otha wise or what. But, I'm starin at Jack Kelly who's dressed like a scabber.

"No, you ain't seein things. Dats Jack. What's he doin?" he asks.

I can't believe dis son of bitch. 

He sold us out! He was leadin dis strike, made me get involved, made me get MY boys involved- and now he's leavin us.

"He's dressed like a scabber." I shout loud enough so Jack can hear me.

"Jack, look at me, will you? Come on, it's me Mush. Look at me. What are you doin Jack?" Mush pleads steppin forward.

"This ain't happenin. This can't be happenin. What are you doin Jack? Come on, what are ya doin?" Blink pipes up joinin us at da front of da crowd.

"Hey what is dis?!" Boots yells launchin himself forward only to be stopped by a bull.

"Mr. Pulitzer picked them out himself. A special gift to a special employee." Weasel smiles proudly.

Pulitzer? Jack was bribed by Pulitzer and gave in? Are yous kiddin me!?

"What? He sold us out!" I yell.

"Look at him in his little suit. Ya bum! I'll soak ya!" Race screams angrily at Jack.

I start to pull Race back but he still ain't finished, "You fink!"

I yank back Race's collar and yell, "Enough! Lemme get my hands dirty. Come here you dirty rotten scabber!"

I throw my self at da cops only to have my own turn to be yanked backwards. Race and Mush tug my shirt backwards but I'm already fuming.

"I'll murder you! Traitor!" I scream.

I lost both Ciara and Jack both in a span of 48 hours. Da dirty Weasel guy steps forward and brings Davey out of da angry crowd to talk to Jack.

Jack and Davey walk away from da crowd, so I don't hear much of da conversation. But, I hear Davey yell, "We don't need you!"

Yeah dats for damn sure. It's also da foirst words comin out of Dave's mouth dat I agree with.

Dave walks back over to us and looks at us in defeat. But I know for damn sure I ain't defeated.

Dave turns back around and goes to hit Jack and we all cheer him on. Da police rip him away quickly and throw him back in da crowd with us.

Da bulls escort Jack through da crowd so he could go sell his stupid papes. We all yell at spit at Jack, and Race even tries to get a punch at his back.

We watch Jack walk away and stare at his back angrily.

"I trusted you!" Boots yells after him.

"Seize da day, huh Jack?" Race retorts.

"He's fooling them so he can spy on them or something. Yeah that it, he's fooling them!" Les, Davey's younger brother, tries to assure us.

I just glance at him. It ain't worth my time to explain it to dis brainwashed kid who like da rest of us, believed Jack.

"Yeah, he's spyin on dem kid." Race says sarcastically.

But I don't think dat kid understands sarcasm. In dis moment, I make a deal with myself.

We's gonna win dis strike, and I ain't gonna do it for Jack.

And once I get da chance, I'm gonna soak him like he's neva been beat before.

Until then, I gotta find Ciara.