Chapter Nine

"I don't think it's safe with Knuckles' boys walking the streets," Piper sighed after a while; I looked at her, "We should stay here."

"Babe, we can get to Manhattan," Race muttered but was cut off with a glare.

"Don't babe me, Anthony Higgins, if you had helped her-."

"Pipe, I was fine-."

"Obviously you weren't, you got freaking cut!"

"I can take care of myself," I reminded her but she shook her head.

"Well, I'm staying here."

"Jesus Christ Andrea," I growled, glaring at my best friend, "He didn't do anything, I didn't die, I'm fine, stop being such a bloody bitch. Go back to Manhattan with him."

"Syd, you're coming with us," Race stated. I rolled my head back before looking at Spot.

"I feel like a five year old," I muttered, looking away.

"If it's all the same to you Piper, I think Manhattan would be safer, since they are in these streets," Spot stated and my head snapped back to him, "I'll walk you there myself."

"Cocky bastard." He glared at me but I rolled my eyes. "I don't care where we go, as long as I can sleep."

"Let's go back to Manhattan, ba-Andy," Race muttered. She looked at him guiltily and I laughed, shaking my head. "C'mon."

"What?" but she pulled outside. Two seconds later, I heard a giggle and rolled my eyes. "We're leaving!" I was about to push myself up but I saw Spot's hand in front of my face, so I took it.

"Thanks," I smiled. He shrugged back but his eyes flicked, like a smile. My smile widened but I kept quiet, following him outside. Maybe he was an okay kid.