HEYHEY! Welcome to chappie 3! THANK YOUS! To the reviewers of this story: Chelci (2), Mondie (2), Clifford (1), and anyone else that I cant remember! Hehe anywhoz, read on and REVIEW, review, review! I wanna know what you think! Pwetty, pwetty pwease? Hehe…why are you still reading this? Go read my story! I promise if you stop reading this part and read the story, I'll stop writing this! *spits in hand and sticks it out. You reach for her hand. She pulls in away quickly* sike! Anywhoz, that was childish! Read on please please please please please please please? THANK YAS VERY little

Chapter 3

"What'd you want to meet me for?" asked Race when they were alone.

"Wait, before we get down to business. What's your real name?" she asked curiously. He looked at her. She looked a lot happier then she had the first time they had met. It made her look a lot prettier. Her eyes gleamed and danced with excitement and she had a grin on her face instead of a smirk.

"I don't think so babe. Name's Racetrack Higgins," he said. She frowned. "Sorry, but I've never told anyone my real name. What's yours?"

She smirked. "I don't have anything to hide, unlike some other people…not to mention any names…" she smiled at him brightly, "Name's Kaylee Angelique Tarleton." she said sticking out her hand.

He grinned and took her hand and brought it up to his lips. "Pleased to meet you Miss Tarleton." he said after kissing her hand lightly. She giggled, unlike her normal self, then caught herself.

"Likewise," she replied. "Anyhow, down to business," when she realized what was happening. She shuddered at the thought. "I need you to help me get out."

Race looked suspicious. He was still holding her hand but neither noticed. "Out of…what?"

"Out of the bookies, dumbass," then she realized they were still holding hands, and tried to drop his, but he was holding on. He realized what he was doing and let go. He had a look of shock registered on his face.

"And just how do you expect me to do that? The bookies hate me already!"

She checked her expensive looking watch. "Shit. Gotta go. Look. Horace Greeley. Tonight. Midnight." she said, and quickly kissed him on the cheek. She put down money for her uneaten meal, and quickly left the restaurant.

When she left, Spot, Blink, Jack, and Mush came back over to Race. "Getting a lil sugah there aren't we Race?" said Spot.

"Lay off. We're just friends. But I do get to see her again. Tonight. Midnight." he said proudly.

"Nope. No way. You know that's after curfew Higgins," said Jack firmly.

"But Jack! You gotta let me go!" pleaded Race.

"Nope." Jack was firm and knew he must be obeyed. Race sighed and shoved his hands into his pockets.

While he was having this serious conversation with Jack, Mush, Spot, and Blink were still making sugah jokes.

"Look Race, if you're not getting any sugah, would you mind if I take a lil?" asked Blink. Mush and Spot snickered.

"She looks like she got plenty o lovin in her…and I wouldn't mind a piece of da pie either," said Mush.

"If you guys get some I'll dig in a lil too," added Spot.

"Just shut up guys. She ain't like that!" said Race.

~*~That Night~*~

The last of the boys were out cold and snoring up a storm around 11:45. Race waited around 10 minutes before slipping silently out of his bunk and, fully clothed, slipped out the window and down the fire escape.

What he didn't know was that Jack was awake and saw him go. He sighed deeply and hoped that Race would be alright.

Racetrack slipped through the quiet streets of Manhattan in the dark. He heard something rustle in the alley he was walking in front of. His heartbeat quickened. "It's just a rat, Higgins. Just a rat," he whispered to himself. It seemed to take hours instead of minutes to get to the statue. When it came in view he saw a dark shadow on the side of the statue. He walked up to it.

"Kaylee?" he whispered.

She looked up and he saw her face. She had a black eyes, her lip was bleeding and there were tear stains on her cheeks. When she got up he saw bruises on her arms.

"Oh my…what the hell happened?" he said. She just shook her head.

"Take me home with you," she whispered. Then she collapsed in his arms. He gently picked her up and discovered that she weighed almost nothing. He crept through the streets of Manhattan once again. He strained to hear her breathing. He could barely hear anything over his rasped breath.

A little while later he arrived at the LH and opened the door carefully, shifting her weight onto one arm and went through the door to come face to face with the worried faces of Jack, Mush, Blink, Spot, and Starstruck.

"Oh my…" Jack started but trailed off. Race lay her down on a couch and plopped down in an armchair. Starstruck immediately when to find Kloppman.

In about 5 minutes, Starstruck and Kloppy came back. Race was staring off into space. Everyone was in various places sitting around the room.

Starstruck gathered up Mush, Blink, Spot and Jack, and they regretfully started up the stairs. Race looked like he was going to die. Or at least pass out. Kloppman walked over to the unconscious Kay and looked at the bruises on her face, arms, and even legs where you could see where her tactfully cut off pants ended. She was wearing an undershirt on the top half of her body.

Kloppman called after Starstruck. "Maybe you should do this," he said. Starstruck smiled. She headed back down the stairs.

After everyone had gone to bed except Race and Starstruck, she started in on Kay. First she lifted up her shirt, because she suspected quite the same from the blood stains. There were several bruises and cuts there also. Race had his head in his hands.

Eventually Starstruck finished and went upstairs. Race had fell asleep shortly before, and she didn't have to worry about Kay sleeping through the night.

~*~The Next Morning~*~

Race lifted his head. The room was barely lit by the still rising sun, and cast shadows all over the lobby. He blinked several times to clear his vision. When he finally could see, he saw that Kay was sitting up, and almost smiling.

"Mornin Sunshine," she said quietly.

"Hey, you okay?" Race asked worriedly.

She nodded, painfully. Race smiled. Although she had a black eye and her lip was slightly puffy, she was as beautiful as ever. Race turned his head to see Kloppman creak up the stairs to wake the rest of the guys and girls up. Around 5 or 10 minutes later, he heard the usual creak or many feet, and voices on the floor above where he was sitting. Soon boys were drifting down the stairs, waiting for others to come. Race was having his own sort of fun, memorizing her face. Every line, crease, even bruise and cut. His head snapped toward the door when it slammed open and standing there was someone he hadn't seen in awhile.

"Honey, I'm home!" said Eyes, to no one in particular. She a blonde girl who had gone visiting various friends elsewhere. "Heya Racie! Who's that? Look's like shit, no offense, what happened?"

"Heya Eyes," Race replied. "That's Kay. She got beat-up," he said.

"It's quite all right," said Kay, "I'm ok. It was the damn bookies. They'll probably be after me soon. You gotta hide me Race," he eyes pleaded with him, "Please."

"Yeah…I will. I'll protect you with all I have and more. Nothing will hurt you," he said.

Kay grinned. "I'm feeling a whole lot better already."

"But we're not going out today," cut in Race.

"Who do you mean we?" asked Kay, who had appeared to have made a miraculous recovery, her eyes were dancing.

"The day after I met you I won huge…" he said, trailing off. "So I am staying here with you today. After all you'll need someone to entertain you," he grinned widely.

"Apparently I'm ruining a moment. I'll just be going now," said Eyes who got up and left, in search of friends to scare the crap outta with her presence.

Race grinned and laughed to himself.

"What's so funny?" asked Kay.

"I tap-dance," he said.

Did ya like it? I like it. Do you hate it? I don't. I like this story :). I love Race ficcies, they aren't many of them.