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Chapter 8:

Crazy Nun's With Rulers

One month. She had been in New York one month and after her little field trip to the docks Allison had hit a dead end in Spot's case. Groaning she tapped her pencil on her school desk impatiently. Looking at the clock she yawned, 8:30 a.m. class hasn't even started yet and she was already bored to tears. She hated Mondays, Mondays on her class schedule meant a 2 hour block of History. Pulling her hand through her hair she tugged on a knot and cursed quietly to herself.

The morning bell rang loudly causing her to jump in her seat. Standing up with the rest of the class she tapped the toe of her dress shoes on the linoleum floor. Rolling her eyes a bit, she groaned again as Sister Kathryn walked in. 'Ah the reason I hate Mondays as arrived.'

"Good morning class." She stated, not once since Allison had been here as she seen the Sister crack a smile, or show any personality at all for that matter.

"Good morning Sister Kathryn." The class chorused.

"Be seated. Today class we are going to talk about the French Revolution." The nun droned on and on for 15 minutes about the Storming of the Bastille in her monotone voice. "The Assembly, meeting at Versailles, went into nonstop session to prevent eviction from their meeting place once again. Paris was soon consumed with riots, chaos, and widespread looting. The mo-" Turning to the door that had been knocked on the Sister opened the door for the moment forgetting about her lecture. "Yes, can I help you young man?"

"Yes, is this History with Sister Kathryn?" A deep voice asked.

"You're the new student Father Patrick told me about aren't you?" He nodded, "Well come in standing there will do you no good." She snapped.

Walking in quickly the boy shut the door behind him and handed her his schedule. He was tall, Allison observed, taller then Spot but not by much.

"You may sit in the empty seat next to Allison; Miss Matthews raise your hand." She droned writing his name on her roll sheet and then quickly handing him back the folded piece of paper.

Raising her hand, she dropped it quickly once he started down the narrow isle between the desks. Giving the copper skinned boy a smile as he dropped his backpack to the floor and settled into the seat next to her on the big desk (the kind you would find in a science room.) she turned her attention back to the open history book before her.

"I'm Riley Hernandez." Her desk mate whispered offering his hand in friendly gesture.

"Allison Matthews," Shaking his much bigger hand in hers she whispered back. "New in town?"

"Yeah my mom got transferred over here by her work." Pushing his dark hair out of his face he listened to the nun as she continued her lecture. "She always talk like this?"

"Yeah, unfortunately I believe Sister Kathryn was born without a personality."

Riley laughed and then tried to cover it with a cough as Sister Kathryn's piercing gaze looked up at him.

Biting her lip in a sad attempt not to laugh Allison turned her head to the side. Soon the pair quieted down and listened till the bell rang signaling that the first half of class was over and that they had a 15 minute break.

Leaning back in her chair Allison stretched as she watched the Nun leave the room, then she stood up working the cramps out of her legs. She made a face of displeasure when she noticed that there was a run in her black nylons. "So where are you from?" She asked the boy who was examining a wrinkle in his trousers.

"California. What about you, you from New York?" He asked as he pulled the tie around his collared neck loose so he could breathe.

"No, I moved down here with my little brother from Maine to live with my dad," Seeing his curious look she shrugged. "Family reasons."

Nodding his head he watched her as she tapped her black painted nails on the desk. The two said nothing as time ticked by.

Sitting back down, Allison took out a piece of blank paper. Grabbing her pencil she started to write down everything she had learned in Spot's case. Starting with the easy stuff like the strike to Spot being shot then the list ended at the blood stained docks. Sighing she scratched her head with the eraser of the writing utensil. Looking over at Riley she quickly folded the paper and put it in her binder. "Story idea's." She said lamely. He only nodded.

The bell rang once again meaning break was over and it was now time for more of the French Revolution. Students flooded the room to try to get to their seats before Sister Kathryn got to the room. The room went quiet as the woman stalked back into the class.

"Please open your books to page 234 and answer questions 1-5. It is due at the end of the hour."

A simultaneous groan echoed throughout the classroom but was quieted instantly by one glare from Sister Kathryn.

The only sounds in the small room was: the scratching of pens and pencils on paper, the occasional sniffing and annoying tapping on the desks. Sighing, Allison ripped a piece of paper out of her notebook and started to right the answers to the questions. 'These are too easy.' Scribbling down the answers quickly she finished before most of her class. 'We were passed the French Revolution back in Maine.' She reminded herself.

Leaning back in her chair she looked at Riley. 'He ain't to bad looking. I wonder what his heritage is.' Glancing up at the ceiling she sighed. 'I wonder what Spot is doing right now. Ugh,' Laying her head on the table she groaned silently. 'Why am I so curious about what he's doing? It's not like I like him right…right?' Shaking her head she sighed again 'No I don't like him… I'm working on his case so he can get the hell out of my room.'

Looking at Riley again she noticed he was staring at her. "What?" she whispered. "Is there something on my face?" Her hand flew to her face.

"No," He laughed quietly. "No, your fine."

"Then what?"

"Just looking." He shrugged a smile playing on his lips.

"Mr. Hernandez, Miss Matthews! Is there something you would like to share with the class?"

Shaking their head they both mumbled "Sorry Sister."

"Then I suggest you be quiet before you both get detention." She snapped using a ruler to emphasis her point.

Nodding they glanced around at their class mates who snickered and whispered to each other. Groaning Allison sunk down in her seat and rolled her eyes. 'Just great, more unwanted attention.'

Making a face Riley looked at his paper. "Crazy Nun's with rulers." He mumbled.

Allison put her head on the table and buried her face in her arms to try and muffle her laugh because that was the exact same thing she had said when she was told she was going to be coming to the school.

Looking over at her in confusion the boy next to her couldn't help but crack a smile at her laughter. Lucky for them class ended not longer after. Once they had turned in there paper they exited the class earning a glare from Sister Kathryn.

"What class do you have next?" Allison asked holding her binder to her chest her backpack slung over one shoulder.

"Uh…" Pulling his schedule out of his pocket he scanned the crumpled thing. "English with Sister Esther, you?"

"Science with Father Andrew, nothing like watching a Priest trying not to blow up the class room." She laughed. "By the way to get to Sister Esther's class you have to go down that hall," She pointed to her left. "Third door on the right, number 21, I have her class tomorrow."

Smiling he nodded and walked behind her. "Thanks. We have lunch after this class right?"

"Yeah. I'll see you later." Smiling at him she started on her way to her science class. Looking over her shoulder she finally noticed his eyes for the first time; she saw that they were not brown like she thought they were but a light honey color. Gasping quietly she tried to hid her shock as she practically ran down the hall.

Riley watched her go, a look of confusion on his face; he didn't understand what had made her do that. Looking around he didn't see anything out of the ordinary. Shaking his head he walked to the class that she had pointed out.

It was lunch now and Allison sat on the far end of the cafeteria away from everyone else and their friends. She had not even paid attention in Father Andrew's science class. Apparently he dropped a chemical on his desk which started eating it away like acid.

Rotating the apple she had in her hand she couldn't eat. 'What is the possibility that a Riley could have a gift?' She questioned herself. 'And what is the possibility that I would meet him if he does have one. Slim to none. There are dozens of people out there I'm sure have a gift of some sort.' Sighing she leaned back on her chair and tossed the apple from hand to hand. 'His eyes, they were a light honey, like that one dude from that vampire novel. Shit what's that book again?' Shaking her head, she jumped as a try full of food was set down in the seat across from her.

"Mind of I sit here?"

Looking up she saw Riley. "Not at all." Pushing her books to the side she sat up straight in her chair.

"Why are you here all by yourself?" He asked curiously as he started to dig into the so called food the school had to offer.

"I don't have any friends." She answered honestly. "They think I'm weird. I think it's because I was new and no one wanted to confront the new girl."

"I confronted you." He said as he chewed his pizza.

"Yes, but you, I must point out, are also new. I've been here a month so technically I'm not new anymore." She stated using hand gestures to express it.

"Point taken," He laughed then his face grew serious. "Hey, I'm curious. After you pointed me to my class you started to walk away, you looked over at me and gasped I swear your whole face went pale. Why?"

Blinking, she tried to come up with something. 'Should I just come out and ask him? No,' She told herself. 'He'll think I'm crazy if I'm wrong.' Shrugging she looked at her apple. "I just thought I saw something is all, I was wrong though, so no worries."

Looking at her strangely he nodded and bit into his pizza again. "Not hungry?"

Shaking her head she put the apple down on her binder and crossed her arms. "What's your heritage?"

"Native American and Mexican, you?"

"I'm a mutt, but I know that there is Irish and Swedish for sure. I can't say for certain though."

The two fell silent and Allison fidgeted nervously. 'What if he did have a gift? I'll have to find out.' "What math do you have?"

Thinking Riley took another bite of the half gone pizza. "Calculus."

"When and who with?"

"Tomorrow, second block, and with," Pulling the paper out of his pocket he scanned for the name. "Father Edward."

"Same as me," She smiled a bit and started to come up with a good lie. "I'm having a hard time with what we are learning in class, do you think you can come over tomorrow after school and help me?"

"Sure I can do that." He stated with a sly smirk.

"Great." She said as the bell rang and the two separated going to class.

Sitting in her last class of the day Allison leaned back in the comfy chair. She loved her last class of the Monday/Wednesday schedule. She just sat in the front office and answered the phone which barely rang. Rethinking her conversation with Riley from lunch she groaned and started to bang her head against the office desk she sat at. "Gah, he probably thinks I was hitting on him!"

"Allison if you keep doing that you'll give yourself a concussion."

"That's what I'm hoping for Father Carlisle."

Chuckling, the priest shook his head and went back to his office. Class seemed to go by slowly now as she stared at the clock. Tapping her nails annoyingly on the desk she pushed the chair side to side with her legs. '2 more minutes, just 2 more minutes.'

Jumping up she grabbed her binder and backpack as the bell rang and was out the door. Running to her locker she quickly put in the combination and threw it open. Pushing unwanted books and such into the small metal cubby she slammed it closed and made her way out of the building and into the parking lot.

Pulling keys out of her backpack she ran to her beaten down 1996 Chevy caprice classic and quickly got in. Putting the keys in the ignition and tossing her backpack in the back seat, she silently thanked her mother for making her learn how to drive. "Cause walking from here back to Brooklyn would be a bitch." She said in a singsong tone and pulled out of the parking lot. Once on the road she turned on the radio and nodded her head to the random song that played.

Soon she pulled up in front of the junior high her brother went to and honked the horn to get his attention as she waited. Jack was walking slowly just to annoy her and she knew it. Growling she took off her seat belt and opened the door and turned to look at him. "JACKSON IF YOU DON'T GET YOUR ASS IN THIS CAR RIGHT NOW YOU ARE WALKING BACK TO BROOKLYN!" Receiving an eye roll, she got back in the car and shrugged. "Suit yourself." Putting the car in drive she started to drive off.

"HEY ALLISON!!!" Jack yelled as he ran to the car and opened the door, practically jumping in.

"I told you to hurry didn't I?" She smiled smugly as the boy put his seat belt on and crossed his arms over his chest slouching down in the seat.

Pulling back into traffic the two started their journey home. Stopping at a red light she looked at her brother who started quietly out the window. Sighing she turned the music on louder and waited till the light turned green. Gripping the wheel she steered the car over the Brooklyn Bridge with ease and turned left. Soon their house came into sight and she pulled around the corner behind the building. Shutting off the car she grabbed her bag off the floor and got out making sure to lock the door.

"Remember you have to lock it." She reminded Jack as she turned towards the back door. Walking up she opened it and smiled at Nancy, who was doing paper work at the kitchen table, waiting till Jack was in the house she closed the door.

"How was your day?" Nancy asked with her usual pleasant smile.

"Pretty good, yours?" Allison asked as she went to the refrigerator and grabbed a can of soda.

"Oh can't complain, been working non-stop since this morning."

"Yeesh, take a break, go take a nap." She suggested as she backed out of the kitchen only to hear Nancy call her back into the room. Walking back in she leaned against the door frame. "Hmm?"

"Don't tell your father or Jack this I'm want to wait to tell them tonight at dinner. But I'm to excited I have to tell someone."

"What's up?"

"Remember when I went to the doctors the other day?" After seeing her step-daughter nod she continued. "We'll the reason I was getting sick wasn't because of food poisoning… Turns out I'm pregnant!" She exclaimed with a huge smile on her face.

Allison blinked a few before smiling widely and hugging her. "oh my god that's great! Please let it be a little girl." She laughed.

"Promise you won't tell?"

"I won't." She promised and practically skipped through the entrance hall and bounced up the stairs; pushing her door open she kicked it shut. Tossing her stuff on her bed she put the can of soda on her night stand and slipped off her jacket. Hanging it up in her closet she yelped as cold hands grabbed her shoulders and a smooth voice cooed in her ear.

"Ya late."

Laughing she twisted out of Spots grip and turned to him noticing that he had a smug smirk on his face. "Jacky-boy decided to take his sweet ass time getting to the car."

Rolling his eyes he back up as she walked forward and grabbed her pajama bottoms and a shirt off her bed and turned towards the bathroom. "Be right back, I have something to tell you."

"What is it?" he asked as he took his sling shot and aimed at the wall even though the holding pocket was empty of any marbles.

"There's a new boy at my school. His name is Riley Hernandez. He is of Native American and Mexican decent." She yelled through the door.

"So what does that have ta do with us?" He asked a frown playing on his pouty lips.

"His eyes are a honey color," she stated walking out folding her plaid uniform neatly, her glasses now replacing her contacts. "With his heritage his eyes would most likely be dark brown."

"So you think this guy has a gift or somethin'?"

Nodding she sat on her bed and looked up at Spot. "Yeah, so I invited him over tomorrow, I want to know if he can see you."

Placing the sling shot back in his pocket and cocked his head to the side and crossed his arms over his chest a not so happy look playing on his features. "Ya usin' me as some kinda ghostly guinea pig?"

"Yeah basically."

Growling a bit he started pacing the room mumbling to himself things that Allison couldn't hear. "Ise don't know about this Spirit.

"Hey," Getting up she grabbed his hand and forced him to turn towards her. "Think about it, if I'm right in my logic and he does have a gift with two people helping you… the sooner… you can move on." She said with unease. Did she really want him to leave? "Because as of right now I'm stuck, you can't remember anything and I have found nothing in my research to help me, all I have is the docks that I'm not allowed to be on."

Sighing he nodded his head and reluctantly pulled his hand out of hers. Leaving would mean not being able to see her in the morning hair all messy and eyes heavy with sleep, or her miss matched eyes. Did he really wanna leave? "Fine, but if he does one thing that I don't like I'm soakin' him"

(A/N): Alright now here is chapter 8! Again not a lot of Spot, sorry, but you get introduced to a new character! From here I swear things will start speeding up. THANK YOU TO ALL MY REVIEWERS!! YOU ARE THE BEST!! I'm starting to work on chapter 9 now! Much love!

P.s. I Deleted the Authors Note so this is offically Chapter 8 now lol