Chapter Nine

Alex Henderson.

Archer stomped his small feet, damn loud, in front of me and i could tell it was annoying the rest of the people around but really I didn't give a fuck about them.

The boy really did whatever he wanted.

Either way, I could tell him to stop and he won't.

I huffed and he turned to look at me grinning widely, that was doom, I knew it too. “What's with the devil's look, huh?” I question, watching him with careful eyes and he shrugs his shoulders, still smiling.

“Are you coming with us?”

“Where?”

He looks irritated at my lack of attention and glares at me and reaches out, pinching my leg. “Ow! What the fuck, man?” I hiss, stopping to sooth the now aching leg and he laughs.

“10 buckroos for my swear jar!” He happily chirps.