Chapter 5
Kai's POV (Once again)
Once we got outside, the guys try and hail a cab while I sit on the curb tired as hell and just wishing to go to bed.
After a few tries, Ray comes to sit beside me.
"Tired?" Ray asks.
"Extremely," I say.
"I stayed in bed most of the time I was sick," Ray says.
"Staying in bed for at least a week?" I ask. "How in the hell did you manage that?"
"My mom had to strap me down," Ray says. "I don't have to do that to you. Do I?"
The Kitten is Kinky. Who knew? I think then blushes at the idea.
"You're blushing. Are you hot?" Ray asks.
"A bit," I say. "I just want to get back to the hotel."
"First we need to get a cab," Ray says. "But that is easier said than done."
"I wouldn't say that," I say.
"Really?" Ray asks. "Then show me."
"Ok," I say.
Slowly I stand up slightly dizzy then placing two fingers in my mouth, I whistle.
Not 30 second later, a cab stops in front of us.
I look at Ray with a smirk.
"Show off," Ray says standing up.
Ray opens the cab door and let me in first then climbs in himself.
Ray sticks his head out of the window and says to the other guys, "Are you guys coming or are you going to wait for the next cab?"
They walk to the cab.
Ray opens the door to let them in.
"There are other cabs," I whisper into Ray's ear.
"They're our friends so we're sharing the cab," Ray whispers back. "Unless you want to walk…"
"Fine," I say and pout.
"Pouting, Kai?" Ray whispers.
"Stuff it, Ray," I whisper back. "I'm sick."
Max gets into the cab followed by Tyson.
Kenny sits in the front.
"Where to?" The cab driver asks.
"Hotel," Kenny says.
"You got it," The cab driver says and starts to drive. "Hey aren't you guys the Blade Breakers?"
"Yeah," Max says.
"Why were you at the hospital?" The driver asks.
"No comment," I say. "And there is a big tip in it for you if you don't tell anyone."
"How big?" The driver asks.
"How's 40 sound?" I ask.
"My lips are sealed," The driver says.
"That's a lot, Kai," Ray whispers to me.
"That's the price for privacy, Ray" I whisper back.
"Do you have the money to back up your claim?" Ray asks.
"I have enough money to pay for the fare and the tip," I whisper.
"You don't even know how much it is," Ray whispers.
"I'm sure I have it and enough to feed Tyson for a week," I whisper.
"Pretty certain of yourself, aren't you?" Ray asks.
"You're right. It wouldn't last a week with Tyson. Barely a day is more like it," I whisper.
"Tyson's not that bad," Ray says.
"Is déjà vu one of the symptoms of chicken pox because I swear you said that before?" I ask.
"I did and I'll say it again until you believe it," Ray whispers.
"You'll be saying it on your death bed," I whisper.
"We'll see," Ray whispers.
I'll end it here.
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