Author note: Well, hope you enjoyed the last chapter – enjoy this one!

"You let him see your wrist?" Stephen yelled, his eyes as wide as apples.

"No," I said. "He found out himself. I had no part in helping him!"

"What do you think he'll do?" Erica asked.

"He better keep his mouth shut if he knows what's good for him," I said sharply.

"Ha! Everyone said that I'd be the one discovered first, but I wasn't! Our leader was," Cadince laughed.

"Shut up," I said, sending her a dark look.

"I'm just kidding," Cadince shrugged, grinning.

"Well, you and Spot don't get along, so technically he wouldn't care about you," Stephen explained, scratching his head.

"That isn't the way I saw it," I muttered under my breath.

"Well, I guess you'll just have to act like nothing ever happened," Stephen said.

It was Friday, the day where we all went home for the weekend to our selfish families and feel even more left out.

Reluctantly I walked out of the school and made my way for "home", wherever that was. My friends went their own ways, and I entered the big house unwillingly.

Once I entered I stared confusedly at the swarm of maids.

"What in the hell is going on?" I asked, looking around.

"Uh, sir is redecorating, Miss," one of the maids told me.

"What in God's name for?"

"Sir met a woman, Miss, and I believe they are planning on getting married here," she told me.

I narrowed my eyes dangerously and stomped upstairs. "Christopher!" I boomed.

I stormed into my father's office. He was there, but a woman was with him, staring at him all googly eyed.

"Anomie, what have I taught you about knocking?" father asked angrily.

"Well it isn't like you're having sex or anything!" I hissed.

Father sent me a warning look, and rose from his chair. "Do not speak to me like that, young lady!" he snapped.

I stared at him like he had just grown an extra head. I then looked at the woman. She had long, dark brown hair and the brightest green eyes I'd ever seen. Well, you could tell that she was father's woman, because her body was one of a whore's.

"Who are you?" I asked, giving her a disgusted look.

"I'm your father's fiancée, Ana," she answered in a fake voice.

I rolled my eyes and folded my arms over my chest. "When were you planning on telling me about this?" I asked him.

"It isn't any of your business," father told me.

"I believe it is!" I yelled.

"Sweetheart, don't mind her, she barely even lives here," father told the Ana.

I clutched my fists tightly, getting ready to unleash my mad fighting skills.

"Oh, we'll get along just fine," Ana told me. "You can call me mother."

My eyes suddenly went dark, and I felt this dangerous surge of energy flow through my body. Ana flinched at the look on my face, and gave me a bemused look.

"I only have one mother, you fucking whore, and you're nothing compared to her!" I said venomously.

Ana licked at the dryness of her lips and stepped back, grabbing hold of father's arm. I even saw the fear in my father's eyes as he cleared his throat.

"Run along, Anomie," he told me.

"Screw you!" I said. "Screw you and your damned whore!"

I left the house with a slam of the door, anger running through my veins. I had to use all my willpower not to blow up and start a killing rampage.

I walked down the streets, ignoring the pain if gave my wound. Not even noticing what I was doing, I found myself running into someone, and then catching my balance.

"What the hell?" I said, looking up.

Spot stared down at me with the same confused look, but then got over it quickly.

"Anorm," he said, giving me a warning look.

"I don't want to hear it Conlon," I said, walking past him.

"What did I do?" he asked, jogging up beside me.

"It's not you, surprise, surprise," I told him. "It has nothing to do with you."

"That's a foist," Spot laughed.

I sent him a glance and quickened my pace to get rid of him. "Don't you have things to do?" I asked rudely.

"Always," Spot grinned. "But I put 'em aside ta take a short break."

"Good, now why don't you start on that?" I said, dodging people.

I could feel his eyes boring into my wrist, and all I wanted to do was turn around and slap him, but a feeling inside me told me not to.

"Well, some company won't hoit," he said with a shrug.

I slowed my pace and gave him an odd look. "We're enemies, Conlon, why in the world would you want to walk with me?" I asked.

"I dunno," he said honestly. "I find it entertainin when I talk to ya."

"I'm glad you're amused," I said, staring ahead of me.

"Y'know, I ain't gonna say anythin to anyone 'bout yer wrist," Spot told me.

"So the Brooklyn jerk can keep his mouth shut?" I asked, using fake astonishment.

"Hey, it ain't my business."

"That's right, now leave me alone," I demanded.

"You know what yer problem is?" Spot asked, walking to the other side of me.

"I have a five foot seven freak following me?"

"No, you don't give anyone a chance," he said.

"You don't deserve a chance," I argued.

"I ain't askin for one," he said. "I was jus' tellin you yer problem. Why would I beg a goil like you for a chance?"

"I don't know Conlon," I sighed, getting annoyed.

"Where's Cromwell?" Spot asked, changing the subject.

I didn't answer him. I didn't even look at him as I walked along the sidewalk.

"What's wrong now, Anorm?" he asked.

"Nothing," I growled.

Spot roughly grabbed my left wrist and stopped me from walking any further.

"Yer hidin somethin," he said.

"Let go of me, jackass!" I hissed.

"Anorm, you can't hide forever!"

"Wanna bet?" I asked.

He let go of my wrist and stared at me doubtfully. "Yer lost, aren't you?" he asked.

"Nope, I know where I'm going," I said.

"No, I don't mean it dat way," Spot said. "I mean…yer lost."

I glanced over at him and shrugged. "I'm always lost," I told him.

"I thought I knew da people in my territory, and I thought I could handle dem. But you…you are one confusin person, doll," Spot laughed.

"I know," I said honestly.

"So, where ya headed?" Spot asked.

"Nowhere," I said. "Just walking."

"Oh yeah?" he said.

"Yeah."

"Well, come with me, and I'll show ya how ta sell papes," Spot said.

"What?"

"Jus' come on."

I let Spot drag me around Brooklyn for awhile until we came up the distribution center. Spot cut in line while I stayed beside the gate. He then came back holding newspapers in his hands.

"These, sweetface, are newspapers," he said, holding them out.

"Never would've guessed," I said.

Spot grinned and walked out into the streets. I watched him scan over the newspaper briefly. I rolled my eyes and leaned against the wall of a building.

"Citizens rampage over rapidly growing rodents!" Spot yelled.

I furrowed my eyebrows and shook my head. "What is that?" I asked.

"It's called stretchin da truth a little," he said, taking a penny from a woman and handing her a paper.

"It's called lying, genius," I said.

Spot handed me a paper, and I read over the real headline. "Citizens rampage about multiplying rats," I read aloud. "Has nothing to do with rats getting bigger."

Spot shrugged, "Can't sell with dat headline."

I rolled my eyes and flipped through the paper. "Man makes millions," I read boredly. "Isn't that shocking?"

Spot shrugged and sold two more papers. "Happens everyday in New York," he said. "Gets borin after awhile."

"I suppose," I said, reading over more lame headlines.

Spot looked back at me and grinned. "Wanna try?" he asked.

"Didn't you say at one point that you'd never let me be a – what are you? – newsie?"

"Things change, sweetheart," Spot said.

"No thanks," I told him.

Spot shrugged and continued selling. "You know, yer not bad when you ain't yellin at me," he said.

"Well not everybody lives on the bad side, now do they?"

"Apparently not," he answered.

Spot stared at me, and I found myself smiling – smiling! He laughed and shook his head.

"Yer not bad company either," he said.

My smile faded quickly when I saw one of Ned's men, watching me like a hawk. He saw me having a good time with Spot, and now Ned will know.

"Uh, I have to go," I said, handing him the newspaper.

"Oh, why?" he asked.

"I just have to go," I told him.

Spot furrowed his eyebrows confusedly. "Why? Still think I'm cocky?"

"No, not at all," I said. "It's just…uh…I have to go."

Stupid Ned – he ruins everything!

Spot smiled and shook his head. "Need me ta walk you back? Brooklyn is a dangerous place ya know."

"That's generous – which is surprising – but no thanks, I'll be fine," I assured him.

"Yer not a bad person, Anorm – I mean Anomie. I'll see ya later."

I smiled once more and nodded as I left.

I felt something inside of me that I never felt before. It felt like…butterflies. Why would I have butterflies?

Next Chapter: Anomie finds herself getting close with Spot Conlon.

Author note: Can we all say Aw? "AWWWW!"