Author note: Yay, another chapter, whoohoo!

I walked at a slow pace beside Erica and Stephen, not sure where we were going. They had said we were going to go visit that Spot jerk, so why were we going this way?

We came upon Brooklyn's most famous docks, and now I know why we came this way. I narrowed my eyes when I saw that Spot guy sitting up on a perch, watching everyone closely. It kind of looked a bit creepy to see him just staring intently at a bunch of boys.

Stephen approached Spot first, and Spot jumped down from the perch and shook hands with Stephen.

"Glad ya can make it," Spot said, not showing any kind of emotion on his face, exactly like mine. I crossed my arms over my chest and relaxed my features into a careless form. Spot then planted a small kiss upon Erica's hand, but it didn't affect my friend.

"Where's Blade?" Erica asked, grinning. I rolled my eyes as Spot chuckled.

"Should be in da water," he said. He then noticed me and looked me up and down with a disgusted look.

I lifted my head and peered at him coldly. "Got a problem, newsie?" I asked.

Spot walked towards me and towered over me like he was the almighty king. "Yeah, in fact I do. Get off my docks," he told me. I stepped closer and looked him in the eyes with a much more intense glare than he held.

"Last time I checked you didn't own the docks, street rat," I said calmly.

"You know, if you were a guy den you'd already be beggin for mercy!" Spot hissed.

I tilted my head slightly in a challenging way. "What, don't hit girls? Are you a coward?"

"I ain't no coward!" Spot snapped, stepping closer. He just seemed to want to get on my bad side.

"Prove it!" I said. Spot growled and without warning he shoved me backwards by my shoulders, and I heard Erica and Stephen gasp as I caught my balance easily.

"Uh-oh," Erica said, stepping back.

I held fire in my eyes, and in the blink of an eye I had Spot's cane entwined in my fingers and pushed him backwards into the river.

The splash was loud, and this time it was the other newsies who gasped. Erica's jaw dropped open, and then she began to laugh uncontrollably.

I walked up to the side of the dock and squatted down, staring at the 'Brooklyn leader' as he resurfaced and glared intensely at me. "Don't ever shove me," I warned him.

Spot swam over to the ladder and pulled himself up onto the docks, soaking wet. He held his cap in his hand that he had retrieved from the surface and stared at me in disbelief. I suppose nobody ever pushed him in the river, who'd of thought?

"Give me my cane!" he growled. I raised my eyebrows and twisted the cane in my fingers and held it out to him. He angrily jerked it away and I resumed my careless form.

"You have some water on your shirt," I said, nodding towards him. He snorted in disgust and turned away from me, pulling off his shirt and throwing it aside, showing his bare chest like I was going to drool over him or something.

I rolled my eyes and leaned against one of the posts, and watched as Erica's eyes lit up when that Blade guy came out of the water.

"Hey Blade!" Erica squealed, and quickly covered her mouth with her hand. Blade chuckled and nodded towards her.

"Hey Erica," he said, grinning. He took her hand and kissed it gently, causing Erica to giggle slightly, and her cheeks to turn a deep scarlet red.

Stephen sent me a worried look as Erica looked to the ground, the color in her cheeks deepening.

Spot folded his arms firmly over his chest and, after sending me another look of disgust, started up a conversation with Stephen.

"Anomie, I'd like you to meet Blade, and Blade, this is Anomie," Erica said, dragging Blade over to me.

I gave him a quick, fake smile and shook his hand. "Nice to meet you," I said.

Blade nodded, "You too."

"So, are you like the jackass's slaves?" I asked, waving my hand lazily at Spot.

Blade laughed slightly and rubbed the back of his head. "Nah, he don't treat us like slaves. He's a good leadah actually, jus' stubborn," he told me.

"Funny, that's exactly how Anomie is," Erica said, looking at me accusingly. I sent her a glare and crossed my arms loosely over my chest.

"Ya know, you're quite funny," Blade told me. "I ain't evah seen someone stand up ta Spot like dat. It's was nice seein a goil do it."

"Well, I find it pretty said that a 'goil' is brave enough to stand up to him, and you boys aren't," I said, using emphasis on 'goil'.

Blade laughed and rested his arm on Erica's shoulder. "You should really think 'bout becomin a newsie; we could use some toughness."

"I don't think so," a cold voice cut in. I glanced over at Spot, and rolled my eyes. "Brooklyn don't need her."

I stood up straight as the corners of my lips just barely rose. "Well, I wouldn't want to be a newsie anyway, because I have far more important things to do other than spend my life selling newspapers," I said.

Spot smirked, something that made him look even more aggravating, and lazily fiddled with his cane. "Well you don't ever have ta worry 'bout dat, 'cause I'll never let ya join."

I shrugged and resumed leaning against the post and closed my eyes. "I'm just wasting my time being here," I said clearly. I opened my eyes and peered at Erica. "Why did I come again?"

"Because I begged you to," Erica said, grinning.

"You coulda done better den her," Spot said, thinking that he had gotten the upper hand in being intimidating.

I glanced over at him again and sighed. "I pity you," I told him. Yeah, but not as much as I pity myself, I thought. "You are wasted in this world like the many that don't have a life."

Spot furrowed his eyebrows in anger and clutched his cane. He opened his mouth to say something, but then realized that he didn't have a comeback to that. It was true – his life was wasted, so what was there to live for?

"You know, Anomie, I think it's best if I don't bring you along anymore," Stephen laughed, scratching his head.

Spot still stared at me in a disbelieving way. What, was he still surprised that I talked to him in a rude way? I shrugged to myself and stared down at my feet boredly. I have got to quit giving into Erica's pleading.

"I think we found someone as cold as Spot," I heard Blade whisper, which caused me to chuckle slightly.

Spot sent him a glare and approached him. "What was dat?" he asked. Blade gulped and coward beneath his leader.

"Nothin," he said. I rolled my eyes and furrowed my eyebrows.

"Yeah Blade, he's such a great leader," I said, which caused Spot to turn his cold gaze over to me.

"Stay outta dis, you goil!" he said.

My eyes lit up in amusement and I moved forward. "Oh yeah, good one," I said mockingly.

"You know, I don't usually hit goils, but yer startin ta get on my last nerves!" said an angered Spot.

"Really now? You know what? I don't really care," I said cockily. Spot moved forward like he was going to do something, but Stephen caught his arm.

"Will you two stop it?" asked Stephen, stepping in between us. "I mean, you just met and you're already at each other's throats!"

"Don't worry Stephen, I won't hurt him," I said, sending Spot an aggravated look. Spot narrowed his eyes.

"You, hoit me? Da day a goil hoits me is da day dat hell freezes ovah!"

"Well then you might want to grab a coat," I said.

Erica snickered and leaned on Blade a bit. "Yeah Spot, Anomie's pretty tough," she said.

"Ain't tough enough to beat me," the arrogant leader said.

"Is that a challenge?" I asked him, calmly stepping closer just to be intimidating.

Spot smirked and shoved his hands into his pockets. "It would be if you were a guy."

Erica smacked her forehead and sighed. "Anomie, please don't start a fight," she pleaded. I sent her a glance and stepped back, and leaned against the post again.

"Alright," I shrugged, staring blankly at Spot. Spot smirked and ran his rough hand through his sandy brown hair, and chuckled when he saw me glaring.

"What's yer name again?" he asked rudely.

I rolled my eyes and shrugged. "Why should I waste my breath on telling you, you probably wouldn't even remember it with your short term memory," I said.

Spot raised his eyebrows in amusement and looked over at Stephen. "Yer friend doesn't seem ta like me much," he told him, his smirk becoming even more disgusting than it already was.

I smiled slightly, a fake smile, and told him, "You may think that the world adores you, dog-boy, but this is reality so why don't you come back to it?"

Erica giggled slightly and shook her head. "I'm telling you, Anomie puts up a good fight, Spot," she told the newsie leader.

"What kinda name is Anomie?" Spot asked childishly.

I then burst out laughing and nearly doubled over, and shocked Erica and Stephen completely. "What kind of name is Anomie? Get real, what kind of name is Spot? Oh, wait, that's right, you're a dog," I said, ceasing me laughter instantly.

"I'll have you know dat my name is for pride!" Spot snapped.

"Yeah, it's real manly," I told him.

Stephen sighed and laughed to himself. "Great, I have the two most stubborn people on this earth in the other's presence; this isn't ever going to end," he said, massaging his temples.

"Hey, I told you I didn't want to come. You should've known that I wouldn't get along with this dog," I said, nodding towards Spot.

Spot bent down and picked up a slingshot and grasped it in his right hand. "Yer already on my nerves," he said, pointing in my direction with his cane. "Go commit suicide, nobody wants ya here."

I smirked this time and connected with my eyes with his, and said coldly, "You can count on that real soon."

Author note: Hmm, I'm debating on whether or not I'm going to do the "Next Chapter" thing for this story. What do you guys think?