In the morning Spot woke me up quietly as not to wake Bailey and Jack. "Mornin. Let's get goin. No one's awake yet so we's got te be quiet." Spot left to let me get ready.

I got up and looked at Bailey and Jack. They looked so cute together. I was happy to see Bailey finally found someone just like I had. I got ready and found Spot sitting on an empty bunk.

"Alright let's go." I whispered.

We left just as the sun came out. Kloppman would wake everyone up soon. When we got to the bridge I saw Frit, demon, an Sketch standing by the bridge.

"Looks like ye got her out ok." Frit smiled.

"Yea it was pretty easy too." Spot returned the smile.

"Well let's get goin." Sketch said leading the way across the bridge.

"Is it just me er does he not like me still?" I asked following Spot and Frit.

"Well he don really like people, but it's just you. Ye might not be able te tell but he likes ye." Frit answered.

The rest of the walk was silent for me. Spot and Frit talked the whole way, but I didn't bother to listen. Sketch walked ahead with Demon. They didn't talk either. By noon we reached the docks. Most of the boys were jumping off the docks into the water. Frit and Demon joined in when we got there.

"Ye feel like swimin?" Spot asked taking off his shirt.

"Nah I don't really feel like it." I told Spot nervously, but he didn't know I couldn't swim and I didn't want to tell him.

"Ye surre?" he asked once more pushing a little boy in.

"Yup." Just as I said that someone pushed me in. I didn't see who it was that pushed me in.

"Whudd ye do dat foa?" Spot asked angrily to the boy.

"Felt like it." the boy answered coldly with a smile.

Spot punched him "Whudd if she can't swim?!"

"You'll know if she don come up." Spot stared into the water waiting for Angel to surface. All he could see were bubbles. "When I get out yer dead!" Spot yelled then plunged into the water after Angel.

I felt someone grabbing me around the waist after I was just sinking in the water. My lungs felt as if they were about to burst. We surfaced and I saw it was Spot. He pulled me to the ladder.

"Guess ye can't swim." Spot said in an angry tone. "Why didn't ye say so?"

"Guess it slipped me mind." I said breathing heavily.

"Guess I'm a have te teach ye te swim." he said climbing the ladder after me. "Where'd he go?" Spot asked Sketch.

"He's sittin ova on de crates." Sketch pointed out. "Are ye alright?" he asked me.

"I almost drowned, do I look alright?" I asked sitting on a nearby crate.

"Don worry Spot won't let ye drown." he assured me.

"I thought ye hated me?"

"Really? If yer talking bout eilia, I always act like dat."

I watched Spot as he walked over to the kid sitting on a stack of crates. "Don't eva do dat again!" Spot yelled at him grabbing his shirt. "If I eva see ye touchin Angel, I'll skin ye meself!" Then Spot walked back over to us.

"Who's dat?" I asked looking at the boy.

"He's a trouble maka. His names R.T. C'mon lets get ye dried off." I followed Spot to the Lodging House. He pulled out some dry clothes for me to wear once we were in his room. I didn't bring any extra clothes (like I really had any!).

"Dey won't fit cuz yer a goil, but dey'll do." he smiled.

"Thanks fer savin me." I said hugging him and getting him wet.

"I can't let me goil drown. Besides whudd I give te get all wet wid ye. Just be careful round R.T. he might not like ye anymora if he had at all.."

"I'll keep dat in mind, but I wasn't referin te taday."

I changed from my wet clothes into Spot's dry ones. I met Spot in the bunkroom when I was done.

"Ye ready? Let's go eat."

I followed Spot to the restaurant. We sat with Poet and Sketch. I noticed R.T. sitting with Frit on the other side of the restaurant. R.T. noticed me staring and stared right back.

"Why do I get de feelin he don like me?" I asked still starring.

"Don't stare at im. If ye do he'll think ye wanna fight." Spot said turning my heads towards him with his hand. "Yer right, he don like ye. It ain't nuttin new, he don like most of de guys."

"Why?"

"No one knows why. He don really talk much eida. No ones eva hoid his story."

"Whudd bout you? Does he like you?"

"I don really know. Mebe."

"Why don ye ask im?"

"Like I said he ain't a guy dat talks much. He almost neva says anything te me. Only bout two times since he's been hea."

"Well does he like fights like Frit?"

"More 'n Frit. He fights wid almost everyone."

"Whudd'll happen if ye try te talk te im?" I asked standing up.

"He might just ignore ye but I ain't surre."

"I'm a go 'n talk te im." I said walking towards his table.

"Wait a minute! I said he might. If he don't like ye he might wanna fight ye, even if ye are a goil. I said I wasn't surre." Spot said grabbing my arm.

"If ye ain't surre den lets find out." I said pulling him from his seat.

"Ye really don't wanna do ye?" He ain't nice, not even te goils." Spot said as I pulled him towards the table where R.T. sat. R.T. looked up once we reached the table.

"Mind if we sit?" I asked.

Frit probably thought it was best to leave if we were going to try and talk to R.T. R.T. gave Spot a long hard look the shook his head.

"Thanks." I said sitting with Spot.

"Whudd ye want? I say ye looking at me. I could tell ye were talking bout me." R.T.'s words were like ice.

"Don't talk te her like dat!" Spot shot at R.T.

"I heard ye ain't too friendly. Why'd ye push me off a de docks?" I asked calmly.

"Felt like it. Too bad Spot had te save ye, yer no good if he's gotta save ye all de time." Spot stood up. "He shoulda let ye drown." Spot grabbed the collar of R.T.'s shirt. I grabbed Spot's arm holding R.T.

"Spot we came hea te talk, not fight." Spot let R.T. go.

"S'matta? Usin a goil as an excuse te not fight?" R.T. asked grinning.

"It ain't nona yer bizness!" Spot yelled.

"Why er ye always actin like a brat?" I asked hoping R.T. would drop the subject of fighting.

"Why? It really ain't nona yer bizness." R.T. snarled.

"I'm willin te fergive ye pushin me off a de docks." I offered. "Mebe we can be friends."

"Yea right!" R.T. said before getting up and leaving the restaurant.

"Dat went well." Spot said starring after R.T.

"Mebe he had a bad day." I suggested weakly standing up.

"Yea mebe." Spot said still starring at the door.

"Dye think he might be mad at me fer something? Dat might be why he pushed me offa de docks."

"Ye ain't neva met im before so I don think dats it. Soona er lata we'll figure it out." Spot followed me back to our table.