Spot froze hearing the words that came out of Snider's mouth then he laughed, "Nah. No way. Spot Conlon doesn't got no family."
The guy- Dallas looked Spot dead in the eye and said, "It's Winston."
Spot realized something, and a plan hatched in his head, he smiled at the boys, but there was a mischievous glint in his eyes, "right. Sorry, let's go."
The boys were shocked that Spot would come to terms that quickly. They didn't notice the look in his eyes though. The walk out of the Refuge was quiet and uncomfortable, Spot led the way through. The boys had explained that they were only supposed to stay in New York for 3 days before they left.
Finally, Spot spoke, "so if ya are gonna be stayin' wit me I need ta know your names. I can't tell my boys that I don't know you guys, gonna leave a bad mark. They wouldn't like that."
"Why do you care what other people think?" Ponyboy asked.
Spot froze, he turned on his heel and met the boys' gaze, Ponyboy instantly regretted his words when he saw the murderous glare Spot gave him.
"I don't care what nobody thinks. Alright, I'se gotta keep a good image though. What else would people expect from da King of Brooklyn?"
"Wait," Soda spoke in awe, "you're a king?"
Spot smirked in pride when the boy with the jean vest spoke, "he's lying."
Spot glared, "you wanna bet?"
The guy nodded. The gang then made their way past everybody, running to keep up with the fuming, short boy. Spot stomped all the way to Brooklyn, by then Spot had memorized their names. There was Two-Bit, the guy with the sideburns, Steve, the guy that accused Spot of lying. Dallas, Spot's brother, Darry, the biggest one. Sodapop, the handsome one, Ponyboy, the one with the green eyes. And last but not least Johnny, who was so far Spot's favorite.
The gang instantly noticed how older men and women stared at Spot with fear, the stepped out of his way and made sure he didn't notice them, they also noticed the teenagers and kids. the girl's drooled over him, and the older boys kept the young one away. the younger kids though tipped their hats to Spot and stared at him with admiration. That's when the boys noticed what he meant by King.
Spot may not have lived in a castle, and he didn't wear fancy clothes, but he had power. People admired him, people feared him, and many admirers lusted after him. Spot truly was a King.
they made their way to the Brooklyn bridge and instantly, boys left and right stopped what they were doing to smile, or tip their hats at them. they didn't question the boys behind Spot.
Some cheered and yelled, "the King's back! Spot's back!"
Spot made his way to a giant pile of crates, the gang noticed that the crates were piled up to make a large throne, which Spot climbed as he sat on it. Then he looked at Steve and smirked, "cash or credit?"
