“Shh,” I urged before speaking quietly. “Where are you going? Can I come with you? Please?” I needed to get out of here. He stood in the land between our properties, looking over my expression with confusion and interest.
“Going to a fight tonight,” he grunted, looking annoyed about it.
“Can I come with you? Please, Stratton?” I was at the point of begging.
His eyes darkened as he shook his head. “Nah, angel face, you need to stay away from that shit.”
I let out a small growl under my breath as he walked towards his bike, not saying anything else. My wishes met with a simple no. Jerk. Turning back into my room, I crossed to peek out the front window, happy to see Yates walking back to his house. Good.
With a groan, I ripped off my headband, running my fingers through my hair before falling back on my bed. What the heck was I going to do tonight?
Staying in my room was not an option.