Chapter Six
"Twitch, you're sure you got it to the right guy?" Spot demanded, feeling different than usual.
"Yeah," the younger Newsie nodded before leaving Spot to think. He didn't know what was about that that made him act so strangely and he didn't like it but he couldn't help thinking about her. He had her under his charm but something changed and she ran away.
"Troubled girls are no good," he muttered, running a hair through his blonde hair. A Newsie called for him outside and he grabbed his cane, walking outside to be met by a boy fiddling with a knife. He looked up, revealing dangerous green eyes; Spot couldn't help but feel intrigued.
"Where's IQ?" Carly growled, looking at Spot with as much hate as she could muster. Whatever the feeling from before was, she couldn't let herself get caught. She had known Spot by his reputation, never liked him, but she had to admit he was smart.
"Power change," Spot answered, his face emotionless but his mind reeling. He looked familiar but Spot couldn't place him. With eyes like those, how could he forget?
"Spot Conlon," she sneered, looking him over, "Didn't think you'd ever amount to anything."
"Why'd you come?" Spot's fists were balled as he asked the immature boy before him.
"Change in tactic," she shrugged, flicking her knife out again, not missing the spark dance across Spot's eyes, "Nervous?"
"Why should I be?" Spot scoffed, still eyeing the knife somewhat, "You've lost your touch and confidence." There was flash and blood was dripping down his face.
"Look Conlon, you've gotten way too cocky. Don't make me remind just who is in charge," she growled, wiping the knife on the stiff leader's cheek, "Don't tempt me Spot."
"One day," Spot started in a quiet voice but loud eyes, "One day, you'll regret all your decisions and have no one to turn to."
"And I bet you can't wait for that day, huh Conlon?" she sneered, sarcasm dripping off each word as she turned to leave.
"Why'd you come back?" Spot asked firmly and he turned back to face him.
"I had no one to turn to," and with that, she spun around, hook-kicking him in the face. She knelt down beside and smirked, "Watch your back Conlon."
