Newsies - Racexreader

You're sellin' in Brooklyn now? - 19

I crossed the Brooklyn bridge, walking past a small huddle of newsies, they each held a few papes under their arm while talking. As I passed them I heard one raving about Jack, talking about the strike and calling him 'the leader of 'Hattan'. I scoffed, scanning the boy up and down before I continued walking. 

I didn't know Brooklyn very well but I could figure out my way around with a bit of trial and error. Walking to what seemed like a busy selling spot, I pulled out one of the papes and started yelling out some fake news to get peoples attention. 

The next couple hours went by slowly, Brooklyn was busy and full of stuck up, fancy writers and publishers who gave me little cents for the papes, but I just wanted out of Manhattan for a while. I just wanted away from my brother and the rest of the 'Hattan newsies. 

"Thanks, Mister'" I nodded up at an old gentleman who took my last pape. He smiled at me and handed me a dime which I looked at curiously in my hand for a moment before reaching into my pocket and pulling out the rest of the money I had collected through out the day. Rolling the money around my palm, I counted it up and pocketed it all quickly. 

"Now what do we have 'ere?" The voice caught me off guard and I turned on my heel to face the man it came from, "You're sellin' in Brooklyn now?" 

Spot looked down at me, his arms crossed as he scanned the few marks and bruises I still had healing from the strike. 

I took a step towards him, "Needed to get away. Jacks a real ass with his new girlfriend." 

Spot nodded, understanding. His arms outstretched and he pulled me into a brief hug, patting my back before releasing me again. "Ya wanna come back with me to the login' house? Stay 'ere for a while 'till things calm down."

Looking up into the sky, I guessed it was about 5pm and I guess that the newsies would be worried about me. "I would say yes but I think I godda head home. Y'know, before they kill me for leaving." 

He smiled, "Well, if ya need to get away anytime, come 'ere and I'll keep all the Brooklyn boys off yous." We shared a small look and I thanked him quietly, "You need me to walk yous back to the bridge? So ya dont get lost on the way."

"God Yes. I don't know how you don't get lost around 'ere." We turned and started walking back towards the Brooklyn bridge.

He chuckled, "You get used to it after a while." 

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Waving Spot goodbye, I turned and walked my way back across the bridge, passing the same group of newsies who seemed to be making their way back towards the Brooklyn lodging house. The one who was talking about Jack this morning noticed me walking away and turned the rest of his friends attention to me as well.

"Ey, girly." he called out. His voice was rough and sharp, yelling out to me as I tried to just walk away.

A small sigh escaped me and I turned, fixing my newsie cap before catching his eye.

He scanned my body up and down, licking his lips quickly whilst approaching me, "Ain't you that girly 'Hattan newsie?" 

I scoffed at the reputation I had apparently built for myself as 'the female newsie, "Yeah? What of it?"

He took a step towards me again, "What yous doin' all the way in Brooklyn? Trouble with the real newsies?" 

A smirk pulled at his lips while mine formed into a thin frown, "Go ask Spot, he gladly tell yous why I'm 'ere." 

Him and his friends laughed, a taunting and teasing kind of giggle, "How 'bout me and yous go find somewhere and you can show me yu'self." 

Moving towards me again, he brought his hand up and gently ran it along my jaw, tilting my head up to look at him. His eyes alight with a hungry look, clearly thinking the thing I was fearing. I stepped back, trying to distance myself from him. 

"You got a name?" I changed the subject, trying to find a quick and painless escape.

"Mikey." he shrugged, tilting his head to one side, "Yous Y/n right?" Nodding, I backed up further. Mikey walked towards me again. "So, what are we doin' tonight, Y/n?" 

The same smile tugged at his lips making my fists clench and my eyes narrow. 

"I'm going back to 'Hattan and your going to the lodgin' house." 

With a quick movement, I turned around and swiftly walked away, praying the group of newsies would leave it at that and go back to their lodging house. But of course they didn't.

Mikey yelled out to me, calling my name and some kind of teasing joke. I rolled my eyes and just kept walking, trying to ignore him. Then one of the other boys piped up. His voice was softer but just as loud and just as annoying. 

"Maybe you need more than one man to temp yous, ey?" the little group of them laughed, "I means, you got them 'Hattan boys wrapped around your finger so, clearly you gives them something." 

I snapped. Spinning on my heel and marching towards the smaller newsie. He backed up, fear running across his once cocky face.

"Don't you dare say shit 'bout my newsies." I pointed at him, my face a few inches away from him as he pulled away. 

Quickly, I walked off, holding my papes bag in one hand as I kept my cap on my head with the other. 

The sun was setting and I still wasn't anywhere near 'Hattan. I was just dreading the conversation with Race about running off and leaving him alone like that. And the yelling match between me and Jack that was soon to happen.