Chapter 24

Spot and I sat in a small booth inside the diner. I looked down at the menu, then down at my coins. I decided I was going to get the cheapest thing on the menu; a chicken sandwich with no side dishes and a water.

The waitress came around and gave Spot a flirtatious grin; he smirked and nodded his head up in return. I unconsciously scowled and clenched my fists; why must he be the most wanted guy in the city?

"How may I help you today?" She asked, not even looking my way, her eyes trained solely on his as he stared back at her.

"I would like… Hm… a roast beef sandwich, with a regulah soda, babe," he said coolly with that cocky ass smirk he always does.

I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms.

The waitress turned to me and gave one of those 'I have to smile to you because it's my job,' smiles. "And for you?" She asked; looking at her pad, giving secret glances in Spots direction.

I sighed, "A plain chicken sandwich and a watah," I said.

"Is that all?" she asked, clearly talking to Spot.

"Fa now, at least," he said in a highly flirtatious tone, raising his eyebrows.

She left the table, swaying her hips, Spots eyes trained on them. I snapped my fingers and he looked at me. "She's a nice goil. Attractive, too and probably has some money. Ya think she'd be easy ta get in bed?" He asked, looking past me at her.

That was it. I pushed myself out of the booth and left, keeping my cool.

I was disheartened to find out that Spot did not come to follow me, but then again, why would he? I mean what guy would go after his friend when he can go have a romp with some sex deprived waitress.

I am not even sure Spot considers us to be friends, just two newsies standing each others existence.

I put my hands in my pockets and lowered my head as I stalked to a vender. He was about to shoo me away until I pulled out my coins; yea, he became nice to me at that point.

"French bread, and an apple," I ordered. He complied and returned with the food.

"Foah cents," he said, holding the food back and his hand out.

I gave him the money and seized my lunch for today. I walked away from the stand and made my way to the empty docks. I decided I would eat my lunch there, and I would do it in peace.

I made it to the end of the dock, sitting down and swinging my legs over the edge, my feet skimming the water.

I chewed on the bread as I watched the boats sail easily on the river, all in different directions.

I shrieked and almost fell into the water when I felt a hand grasp my shoulder. I did not turn around but I had an idea of who it may be.

"Spot, you'se don' need ta tawk ta me bout what happened," I said.

He sat down next to and I looked over at him and jumped. This was not Spot, it was-

"Actually, Cross, the names Phantom," he said as he looked out to the river.

"What do ya want?" I asked, joining his blank gaze.

He shrugged, "Maybe I jus' want some company," he said simply.

I laughed mockingly, "Yea, alright. Fa real Phant, why is ya heah?"

"I warned you about Sinker," he said. I rolled my eyes and opened my mouth to respond, but he shut me up, "Don't talk. I want to warn you about Smooth now. You, for some odd, odd reason, have caught his eye. He is going to come for you, and I don't want to know what will happen when he gets you alone," he said.

I took an angry bite out of my bread, "Ya think cuz ya guessed lucky bout Sinkah dat I'se is gonna trust ya now? I don' think so," I said stubbornly, standing up and marching down the dock, not listening any further to his words.

To be honest, I was worried.

But I did not believe Phantom, after all he is a freak.

And freaks like him lie all the time.

End of Chapter!

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