Breaking His Walls- [Spot Conlon love story]

Chapter 12- SPC

POV Ciara

The next morning, we all wake up pretty late. Although, it does feel nice to sleep in once in a while. 

I walk out of the bathroom and Davey and Les are standing in the middle of the bedroom. They look like lost puppies- definitely out of their element. 

"Hey Davey, hey Les! Have you seen Jack? I promised him I would help him prepare for the rally tonight."

Davey's face turns a pink shade before answering my question.

"Yeah, actually. He's at my place right now with my sister, Sarah" he scratches the back of his neck.

What was Jack doing with Sarah? He made plans with me at Tibby's yesterday that I would help him for tonight.

"Oh. Ok. I'll just wait for him to come back I guess," I sigh walking back over to my bed.

Davey and Les wander elsewhere to talk to some of the other boys. I remain lost in my thoughts.

If Jack isn't around, I can't really get in trouble for doing anything. And if he is allowed to sneak around without mentioning anything to us, why can't I?

I glance around the room quickly before sliding the window open. I swing my legs over the ledge and push myself out onto the fire escape.

Right before I can shut the window, Racetrack sticks his arm through preventing it from shutting. He pushes up the window and climbs out joining me on the fire escape.

"'Ey Gustsy, where ya sneakin off to?" he asks.

"Uh... Brooklyn?" I say slowly.

He laughs nervously.

"What's in Brooklyn dat ain't in 'Hatten?" he asks.

I open my mouth to tell him but shut it quickly. Will Race be mad? Try and prevent me from leaving? Will he tell Jack?

"C'mon yous can tell ol' Racetrack," he chuckles, offering me a crooked grin.

"Spot Conlon."

All of my assumptions were dead wrong. His face contorts in confusion as he scrunches his nose.

"Conlon? Whatta ya gotta do with him? I thought yous hated him?" he asks.

"I do. I-I mean I did. I just-" I trip over my own words.

Race slings his arm around my shoulder and guides me down the fire escape. He doesn't say anything until we reach the sidewalk.

"Yous like him don't ya," he finally says.

"Race you can't tell anyone. Not Jack, not Mush, not Blink- you can't tell anyone! This is strictly confidential between you and me." I ramble sternly.

"Relax! Who says I's gonna tell somebody?" he says defensively.

I sigh. I hope and pray he won't. But, I mean, I do trust Race. We are really good friends.

"I gotta ask, is dat where yous been sneakin off ta in da middle of night?"

"You know about that?" I ask.

I guess I hadn't been so slick after all.

"Course I do. Don't worry I's think I'm da only one," he assures me.

I nod and we cross to the other side of the street.

"Listen, I know Spot. I's known him for a long time. He's been with a lotta goirls. But, I will say, I's seen da way he looks at ya. I's neva seen him look at anyone else like dat before. I think when ya went ta Brooklyn and ran ya mouth, he was impressed. Maybe even a little turned on..."