CHAPTER 11:

The sky getting dark and gray, her heart pounding, Alyssa kept heading for Brooklyn. She continued to convince herself that maybe Spot had changed and really did like her. But she wouldn't dare think about liking him. Maybe she would just rub it in his face that he liked her. If he even did.

Suddenly, rain began to pour out of the sky as she crossed the Brooklyn Bridge.

That can't be a good sign… she thought. But she kept going. She had come too far to turn back now.

She was completely soaked by the time she reached the other side of the bridge. But she was now obsessed with finding out if Spot really liked her. Just thinking of him saying, "DeCardo, I…" But she couldn't think that far ahead right now. Running down the street to the building where the boys lived, she couldn't even feel the cold of the water that was dripping off of her.

When she finally got there, she hesitated for a minute before going inside. But she thought,

Where else do I have to go right now? It is pouring rain and everyone that I know within 20 minutes of here is all inside. Might as well.

She pulled open the door and went inside. The stairs seemed endless, more than she even remembered. She was sure she was getting water all over the place, but she didn't care. Reaching the hallway where his room was, she slowed up a bit, to catch her breath and not appear eager. The light was on, she could see it. Inching towards it, her heart pounding out of her chest, she began to feel a rush of adrenaline, and was ready to pour her heart out to get an answer out of the Spot Conlon.

She began to count down the doors until his.

5

What if he's still mad at me?

4

What if he throws me out?

3

What if he loves me?

2

Do I love him?

1

Guess we're about to find out…

She reached his room, and before she gave herself a minute to think about it, she threw open his door.

And her heart fell into her feet.

There, on his bed, was Spot and one of those whorish, slutty, cheap girls from Medda's. They were practically eating each others faces, but when the door opened they both stopped and looked up at Alyssa, startled and horrified. Spot's eyes were bigger than golf balls, and they looked almost helpless. The girl he was with didn't know whether to be angry or embarrassed so she just stood there, confused.

Alyssa's head began to feel dizzy, she could feel her heart pounding, still laying in her feet. A lump came to her throat, and her whole body shook.

Realizing how foolish she looked, standing, heart broken in his doorway, she managed to whimper, "I'm sorry. I'll go…" and then lifted her feet, which felt like a thousand pounds each and ran down the hall.

The last thing she heard before she reached the stairs was Spot, who had leapt off of the bed and sprinted to the door and yelled,

"ALYSSA, wait!"

Tears streaming down her face so she couldn't see, she ran until she reached the end of the street where the building was. Although it wasn't as far as she would have liked to run, she didn't have the energy to push herself any farther.

Her emotions were so mixed, and she felt so numb, she didn't know if she should be mad, or sad, or happy, or hurt. She sat on a corner and tried to breathe and control her thoughts.

Why do I care so much? It's not like I was expecting true love and a ride into the sunset, right? I left Brooklyn, he has no power over me, and I don't have any over him. He can be with whoever he wants to. I don't care.

She wiped her face and shut her eyes. Even though she didn't want to, her mind forced her to replay that scene in her mind over and over again. Alyssa felt so stupid looking back and realizing she had interrupted him and probably looked so helpless doing it. But his eyes didn't look angry. They looked like he was glad to see her, but then remember what he was doing a moment ago.

Suddenly her eyes opened and her heart leapt back into her chest, as she realized something incredible.

What did he say when I was running? I must have heard him wrong. It can't be right, could it? Wait, no! He did say it!.

He called me… Alyssa.

Everything fell into place then, and made sense. After all they had been through together; he never had the pride to call her by her first name. He always treated her like one of the boys, and she hadn't stopped him. But she had always liked the way he said DeCardo, and even more, she liked the way he just said Alyssa. Something inside her clicked and she decided, once and for all, that she was completely and hopelessly in love with Spot Conlon.

It was so sudden and such a strong feeling, that she stood up and said it.

"I love Spot Conlon. I love Spot Conlon!"

She said it a few times, because it lifted a weight off her shoulders. It felt so great to finally admit, since she had tried to hide it for so long.

But as quickly as it has appeared, the feeling left, and one of sadness took its place, making her sit down again.

What could she do now? There was no way she could face him again, not after what had just happened. All of this, and there was nothing she could do. One thing was for sure: she couldn't stay here. It would hurt too much to see him, and if she did, she wouldn't know what to say. He would probably make fun of her, for being just like all those other girls who threw themselves at him, and she would NEVER be one of them.

Looking back at the building, she whispered,

"I love you, Spot Conlon. But I have to go."

With that, and a heavy heart, she began to walk back to Manhattan.

Through all of this, she never heard the figure that had followed behind her and hid between two stores beside the corner where she sat. The figure that had seen all of her reactions. The mysterious person that had heard all of what she said, including her confession of love.

The figure that watched her walk away now, and stepped out of the shadows, debating what to do next.

When they moved into the moonlight, of the sky that had stopped raining but was about to start again, one thing on the person was immediately illuminated.

Two dazzling blue eyes.

The figure smiled for a flash, then began to walk slowly behind Alyssa.

But when would they reach her? And what would they do when they finally did?

Okay, guys. I'm SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG!

I didn't mean for it to, but with the holidays and all, I didn't have a lot of time.

I know: excuses, excuses!

But your reviews made me realize that I should shut up, sit down, and keep going!

It's almost done now, but don't worry! I have already started a new one for ya!

Please keep reviewing, and let me know if you want the next to be another Spot fic, or someone else. The on I started is a Spot, since that's what I'm best at, but I'd love some input!

Happy Holidays, guys, and the next chapter will be up soon I PROMISE

-Spunkyy7