Dear you by Bridget Kathleen (inspiring books for teens .txt) 📕

fingers that had a good amount of blood on them and then looked back at Spot and glared at him. "You son of a bitch!" he spat.
Spot sneered at him. "You insult me, you threaten me, and you spy on me. I'se think I'se got plenty of reason punch you!"
"Just wait till Mr. O'Brian hears of this. It will be the end of you!"
"Oh yeah sure. Go ahead. Tell on me ya little pansy princess. I'se still be heah waiten for ya. By the way...take ya damn papers...I know ya lies real good, dumbass."

A few minutes later Mr. O'Brian showed up in front of spot. He placed his palms on the desk and look right at Spot. "Drink too much las' night, lad?" he asked him. He could tell spot had by the circles under his eyes.
Spot groaned. "So what?"
Mr. O'Brian sighed and crossed his arms. "How old are ya, Spot?"
"Nineteen."
"That's old enough to know, hang over or not, that you should not start a fight with a man you work with."
"Dat ol' good-for-nothin'-sack of- crap tried makin' me do his paper woik."
Mr. O'Brian looked over at charles. "This true?" Charles quickly shook his head.
"Oh what the fu-"
"Spot! I'll not be toleratin' that kind of language. Now you two betteh shape up or I'll fire the both of ya. Back to work!" With that he stormed out with Charles right behind him.

After work the hang over was wearing off and Spot didn't feel much like crap anymore. In fact he was really hungry and walked past a couple by a window eating lunch together. It made him sick how he couldn't aford such a nice meal. It made him sick that he couldn't have a girl of his own...well...there was Evelyn, but she was so confusing. Of course though, Spot could usually read most girls pretty easily, but Evelyn was something else and he loved that he couldn't figure her out right away. He liked to keep guessing, wonderin what would be flying out of her mouth next. He liked her so much because she wasn't like other girls. She wasn't always trying to be so proper in front of him. She was just herself. Evelyn was also good at kissing. He's had a few other girls that he's kissed but none compaired to Evelyn. Spot got to thinking about that kiss even more and how much of an ass he was to have taken an advantage of her like that. Even if she did agree to it, he should have known better. So he mentally kicked himself for it.

Just then he looked up as he heard soft giggles and stopped dead in his tracks. Across the street he saw Evelyn and Bianca walking. They didn't seem to notice him and were probably walking home from school. Spot also liked the fact that Evelyn was smart, still in school and a good person. Him on the other hand, he had gotten into his fair share of fights and dropped out of school to help pay the bills. He was fourteen when he was forced to quick.; right in the middle of the year. Least he had made it to the 7th grade. Most of his friends didn't. Now he wasn't stupid or anything, in fact Spot seemed to be too smart for his own good.
"Hey Spotty!"
Spot turnede to see Racetrack right behind him. "Racetrack? Hey! And don' call me 'Spotty'. It's weird."
Racetrack laughed and sold a pape to a nearby businessman. "Pleasure doin' business, sir." he said and then turned to Spot. "How ya been, Spot. Haven't seen ya for a whiles."
Spot nodded and stuffed his hands in his pockets. "Still sealin' papes?"
Racetrack grinned and nodded. "Yeah...for the time bein'. Gettin' reeaal fed up with this 60 cents per 100. Some newsboys are talkin' 'bout startin' a stike."
"Really?" said Spot. "I'se jus' love t'see that happen."
"Hey it will! Trust me." Just then he looked passed Spot and saw Bianca and Evelyn passing the street. "Whoa...Looky who I found."
Spot turned and realized who Racetrack was talking about. "Evelyn and Bianca you mean?"
Racetrack grinned. "Ya think I got a chance with Bianca?"
Spot raised a brow at him. "You? With an older woman? Sorry. Can't see dat happenin'."
"What? Not you too?"
Spot laughed a little. "Have people been tellin' ya that?"
"More that I would like to admit, but...yes."
Spot looked back at Racetrack and patted him on the shoulder. "Good lucke, Race." Race nodded once and went to sell the rest of his papers. Racetrack often came to Brooklyn to sell his papes seeing how he had most luck here.

Spot ran to catch up with Evelyn and Bianca and called out to them. The girls stopped and were a little surprised to Spot.
"Spot?" said Evelyn. "Umm...hi."
Bianca looked at the two and through her hands in the air. "Ok, well I'm gonna be off. Got lots of work that needs to be done. By Evelyn and see you around Spot!"
It was quiet between the two and Spot was the first to talk. "She did that on purpose, didn't she?"
"Yeah." Evelyn quickly responded to this. She then noticed that he didn't look all that great and asked him what was wrong.
Spot scratched the back of his head and said, "Yeah...'bout dat...Listen...the otheh night. I was a little drunk and took advantage of you more than I would like to admit. Sorry for that."
Evelyn was a little taken aback to hear him say this. After all she allowed him to kiss her; in fact she enjoyed it. "What...why are you sorry?" She aked him. "I let you kiss me. So what if you were a little drunk. You weren't THAT drunk to not know what you were doing."
"But I'm the man...I should take more-"
"Whoa! Wait...Stop right there. You're the man? Is that what you seriously just said to me?" Spot wasn't sure if she was angry with him or not so he just shrugged his shoulders. "Spot...I'm not mad at you," Spot loosened up a bit now. "In fact, I'm a little confused as to why you would even say that. It doesn't matter if you're the man, Spot. And it doesn't matter if I'm the woman. So what? Does tha mean I have less of a right to say yes or no? No! The point is we both wanted it. Enough said."
Awkward silence began to reach it climax and Spot finally spoke. "So...dats it?" he asked.
"That's it." she told him. "You wanna walk me home?" she smiled up at him.
Spot blushed a little. "Yeah...Sure."

"So...," said Spot, really wanting to talk to her more. "Charles tells me dat you'se his bride to me."
Evelyn looked up at him, shocked. "WHAT?"
Spot nodded, amused by her reaction. "Told me this mornin'. Got in a fight with him."
"A fight? Really? What happened?"
"Well...foist he insulted me, then he spied on me and then he threatened me so I punched his good-for-nothin' face." Evelyn laughed a little. "You'se think dats funny?" Spot asked her, shocked.
Evelyn quickly cleared her throat. "Well...just the way you said it. Besides he deserves. And for the record, I'm not his "bride". Looks like I'll be having a talk with Mr. O'Brian when I get home."
"You'se is one strange goily. Ya know dat?"
"Good or bad thing?" she asked him.
Spot smiled. "Good thing."

They finally stopped in front of the O'Brian's home and stood facing each other.
"I'm surprised you caught me walking home." said Evelyn.
"Mr. O'Brian let me go early this time I guess."
Evelyn nodded to this. "Mmm...Yeah. I like you Spot. I really do."
Spot's heart jumped a little. "Yeah?" Evelyn nodded and smiled. "I'se like ya to Eve."
Evelyn blushed. "Well that's obvious, don't you think? I mean...with the kissing and all."
Spot laughed a little. "Yeah...guess ya right." Evelyn was about to walk up the steps but Spot called out to her and stopped to look back at him. "Evelyn...Why you'se so different from othehs? I mean...you and Bianca. Ya both so...different."
Evelyn took a deep breath. "Do we seem that much different?" she asked him.
"Well...You talk as if you aint scared of what people think 'bout ya."
"I'm not scared. I am who I am, take me or leave me."
"Ya see? Most people don' talk like that. I mean... not sayin' I think it's bad...I actually kinda like it." Evelyn blushed. "Also been meanin' t'ask ya somethin else too."
"What is that?"
"Where you from? Cause you obviously don' act like you'se from Brooklyn...Or New York much less."
Evelyn smiled and shook her head some. "Spot...I can assure you I'm from New York City. Sometimes it's just good to have different people around, right?"
Spot nodded to this. "Right...Well...be seein' ya, Eve. Don' catch no cold."
"Right. Good-bye, Spot."

That night after supper and Mr. O'Brian was in his study room, Evelyn walked in, closing the door behind her and sat down in a chair in front of his desk.
Mr. O'Brian set his things down and looked over at Evelyn. "Yes, Evelyn?"
"Why is Charles Vanham telling people that I am his bride-to-be?"
He seemed a little shocked by this. "What? I'm not sure what you mean by this."
Evelyn sighed. "I told both you AND him that I am not marrying him! I don't love him and you can't make me marry him. I'm not even your real child."
Mr. O'Brian cleared his throat. "Right...You are absolutely right. I will talk to him right away tomorrow. But tell me this...who told you such a thing?"
"Spot Conlon told me."
He shook his head and laughed a little bit. "That boy," he said. "Evelyn, do you fancy Mr. Conlon?"
Evelyn blushed. "Well...he's a good friend of mine. Someone I can trust."
He nodded. "I understand that, but I'm not sure if he's the type of person you want to be involved with."
This urked her a little bit. "Why not? He obviously works for you so that's GOT to count for something, right?"
"Yes, yes," he said. "I am just thinking of your future. Spot Conlon is a poor, young man caring for his family right now. Starting a relationship and feeling his head with nonsense is not something either of you need."
Evelyn's feelings were hurt a little. She scoffed. "So marrying charles is the better choice? Is that what you're saying?"
He shook his head. "No, no. I'm just...concerned. I found you and Bianca sitting alone on the streets and wanted to give you girls a proper home. I just knew that it was the right thing to do and I want to continue doing the right things for you."
"But there comes a time when I must do things myself, right? Well then let me make my own friends. Spot Conlon is a good person. I know he is and anyone who says different will be dealing with me! He may have his rough adges buts that only because of the life he's lived so far! And I should know. I've been around plenty of all that. I have seen and done things that would never imagen possible!"
"What on earth do you mean?" he asked her.
knowing that she had gone too far and said too much she stopped herself. "I...I have nothing more to say." Evelyn got up and left his study room, leaving him completely clueless.

Evelyn felt stupid for blabbing all that out. She went to her room and flopped on her bed. She had had enough! She looked towards Bianca who was rubbing her head and asked what was wrong.
"Ugh...I'm fine...It's just a stupid headach. Been bothering me ever since last night."
"Maybe you should have sybelle make you some honey tea?"
Bianca leaned to the night stand and grabbed her honey tea. "She already made me some." she sniffed the tea before taking a sip. "Ah! Taste so good. So how was the talk with Spot?" she asked her friend.
Evelyn began to take off her clothes and grabbed for her winter night gown on the edge of the bed where she left that morning and slipped it on. "It was good."
"How good?"
"Real good."
"Did you two kiss?"
"N-no..."
"Ah! Lame." Bianca gulped down the rest of her tea and slipped into