Rae of Hope (The Chronicles of Kerrigan) (22 page)

“Hmm…” Rae yawned, shut her book and crawled into bed. She didn’t feel like talking about it tonight. She had mixed feelings about the party, about hiding her tatù from Molly and huge stress worrying about being in the infirmary the next night, waking up to Dean Cardell poking and prodding her.
Ugh! It’s too much!
Thankfully Molly distracted her from the worry circling her mind like vultures.

“Hey, watch this.” Molly twiddled her fingers and switched off the light. The bed across from Rae’s creaked and the sheets snapped about. “I’m getting better with practice. G’night.”

Rae lay there in the dark, her hands clasped behind her head. She felt like she was sitting on a seesaw, constantly weighing the pros and cons of everything. Sleep eluded her but shortly after two, her brain finally gave in and let her slip into darkness.

Morning rolled in with heavy rain and dark, dreary grey clouds that looked oppressive from the dorm window. The weather matched Rae’s mood. She wasn’t looking forward to the evening. Wishing every minute would take an hour, the day rolled by much too fast. Rae tried to act like she was invisible when she sat down for dinner, not really wanting to talk to anyone.

“What’s the dean doing here? He’s never around for meals.” Nicholas pointed to Dean Carter. He stood by the fireplace, frowning.

“It’s ‘cause Rae gets inked tonight,” Haley whispered loudly.

Rae wished she could sink lower in her chair. If she tried, she’d be sitting under the table.
Not an entirely bad idea. I wonder if anyone would notice?

Riley walked over during dessert and sat across from Rae. He completely ignored Andy who sat beside her talking her ear off as usual.

“I thought we had a lunch date? I came by your dorm, but Molly said you were out.”

Oh no!
Rae slapped her hand to her forehead. “Did we make plans?” She tried to remember what they’d talked about at the dance, which felt like eons ago, and only came up with a big blank. The one thing she really remembered from that night was the way she had felt in Devon’s arms when they’d danced.

“Riley,” Andy sounded annoyed. “Get a life. It’s her birthday tomorrow. She’s got enough on her plate.” He put his arm around her and rubbed her shoulder.

“Watch it, wolf-boy. I wasn’t talking to you. I had a date with Rae and wanted to make sure everything was all right.” Rae could hear the fury in Riley’s voice. It made her squirm uncomfortably.
When will they stop this?

“Guys, please. I can speak for myself.” Rae tried to keep her voice low; heads were already turning their way. “Everything’s fine. I just forgot. Maybe we can go next Saturday?” The last thing she needed was to attract the dean’s attention. He’d love any excuse to have the girls eat at a separate time from the boys.
And wouldn’t that just be fabulous? I’d be ostracized forever.
So she sighed in relief when Riley accepted her compromise.

“Sure. It’s a
date.
” He emphasized the last word and shot a smug look at Andy. “Do you want me to pop by and see you at the Infirmary tonight?”

“I’m not sure if you’re allowed.” Rae leaned forward, trying to escape Andy’s over-warm arm.

“I asked Dean Carter yesterday if it’d be all right.”

Rae just barely managed not to roll her eyes.
Of course he did. Backed into a corner once again by cheetah-boy, while being smothered by the hairy beast.
Andy gripped the table, his knuckles white and the veins in his arms bulging. With her luck, he’d probably shift into a wolf and fight Riley right here. Rae grinned, despite her wariness. It’d be an interesting fight. Riley, with his cheetah tatù, was quick. She pressed her shoulders back. She might like the idea, but had no intention of letting it start.

“It may be kind of boring. I doubt I’ll get much sleep.” Rae hoped she sounded like she was excited. She tried to think back to how she had felt Thursday evening and all she could picture was hanging out with Devon in the library. She wished he was here.

“I’ll come by around nine. Keep ya company.” Riley winked, then stood without a second glance at Andy. He headed to the front where he disappeared into the evening dusk.

“I don’t understand how you can stand that guy.” Andy’s ears seemed to puff with steam like an angry cartoon character. “He’s such a…a…Richard Cranium.”

“A what?” She blinked, wondering if he’d gone off his rocker.

“You know, a Richard Cranium.” He smiled, then made a face that looked like he’d been eating raw onions. “I’m trying to make up for being an idiot and make you laugh. I don’t think it’s working.”

“I don’t get it.” The name “Riley” didn’t sound like “Richard” to her.

Andy pinched his nose, closing his eyes. He mumbled, “Consider the short forms for the two words.”

“Richard, Rich, Rick, Dick…Cranium, brain, skull…Ohhhh…I get it, a Dickhead!” Rae started laughing.

“Oh, brother, I don’t even know why I open my mouth sometimes.” Andy rolled his eyes but grinned. He straightened, now happy and bright.

“I’m the slow one today. My uncle talks in riddles all the time. I should’ve jumped on that one.” She winked. “I’ll have to save that for the summer when I go home.”

“Just don’t call him one and say it was me who taught you.” He put his hands up to fend off her fists.

Rae threw a playful punch when he dropped his arms.

“Are you going tomorrow night…to the COP?”

“COP?”

“Covert Operation Part -- ” He paused, glancing behind her.

She froze, scared a professor had just heard and would ruin everything.

“Ms. Kerrigan, are you prepared for the change?” Dean Carter leaned forward as he drummed his fingers against the table.
Oh…of course it’s him. A teacher would be good luck and that’s not what I have
. Rae made a conscious effort to avoid touching him, afraid his miserable attitude or gift, whatever it was, would rub off on her.

Professor Stockheed came up behind Carter. The dean straightened and pulled on the pockets of his suit jacket. “If you have a moment, Dean Carter, I’d like to have a word.”

The dean sighed. “Of course, Professor Stockheed.” He stared at Andy and frowned before walking away with the professor.

“Creep,” Rae muttered.

“Richard Cranium,” Andy said. They both laughed.

Madame Elpis met Rae at Aumbry’s main entrance and walked her to the Infirmary.

“Have a pleasant sleep.” She patted Rae’s shoulder. “Enjoy the roller coaster ride.”

“I’ll try.” Rae instantly mimicked Madame Elpis’
tatù
, watching her leave the room without turning. The headmistress’ gift was pretty handy. No wonder the woman never missed anything that went on at Aumbry House.
Talk about eyes in the back of your head. Freaky!

She glanced around. It was a simple white room, like any typical hospital room, with four single beds and a crappy view from the window. The sharp scent reminded her of bleach and some sort of cheap scented cleaner. The buzz from the fluorescent lights sounded like the cicadas back in New York. She wished her uncle were there with her. Even though she was still kind of ticked at him, he was family and he cared.

Trudging to the far bed, closest to the window, Rae dumped her backpack on it and plopped into the ugly orange vinyl chair beside it. She let her head fall back to rest against the chair and put her feet, sneakers still on, onto the white bed sheets.

Dean Carter walked into the room. A lady in scrubs covered with dancing clowns followed behind him. She could sense their movements thanks to Madame Elpis’ gift.

Carter stopped at the foot of the bed and crossed his arms over his chest. A glimmer of a smile made his lips twitch. It looked like it took a great deal of effort for him.
I wonder if a full on smile would make his face crack?

 
“Excited?” Dean Carter seemed to be attempting to have a relaxed conversation with her, but his body language seemed all wrong. Rae couldn’t figure him out.

“Sort of.” Like she was going to tell him she already knew what happens. Or that she dreaded the thought of staying here tonight. The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. “Why all the bullsh—crap? Why do I have to stay here? It’s just an ink stamp. No one else has to do it this way! It’s not fair!”

“No one ever said life was fair, only eventful, Ms. Kerrigan.”

The dean closed his mouth when Professor Stockheed and the science professor strolled in.

Rae’s eyes grew big. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Now she felt like the monkey doing tricks at the circus. The lady with the dancing clown shirt was obviously the school’s nurse. She probably treated everyone here like they were five years old.

The dean strolled over to the newcomers, and the three men conferred quietly.

“Let’s check her back now. We’ll photograph and check every hour to see if the ink art appears instantaneously or in parts.” Stockheed reached inside his coat pocket and pulled out a digital camera. “She might be different.”

Rae froze, terrified they’d see the ink already there. She wondered if the bathroom had a window she could escape out of. She was so screwed.

Carter waved his hand. “No need. There’s no documented proof.” He coughed. “We don’t have approval.” He nodded his head at Rae.

“I’d really like to do some blood work,” the science teacher said. “I’ll call her uncle to get his permission. I’d like to see if there’s a change in her DNA from tonight to tomorrow. Let’s see if the markers on the genes differ, or if hers are unique to the others.”

“No needles,” Rae said. The men all turned and stared at her surprised, like they’d forgotten she was in the room.

“I’m just cur-- ” science-guy started.

“No! I’m not a lab rat. I have a say in this. If I want my genes or DNA or whatever looked at, I’ll ask.” She huffed. “It’s my ink-stamp.”
Not my father’s.
It took serious effort of press her lips together and not say the last part out loud.

She slid off her chair, grabbed her bag and went into the bathroom. Like any typical hospital, there was no lock on the door…
and no flippin’ window
. She spied the hospital gown on the back of the door, hanging on a hook. Rae snorted. No way would she wear that. If they saw her tatù before morning, they’d probably slice it right off her back to examine it. She pulled her pajamas out of her bag and changed quickly, not trusting she’d have any privacy if she didn’t hurry.

Rae planted her ear on the wooden door, trying to hear what the dean and professor were talking about. Through the wood, the deep muffled voices were impossible to decipher. She didn’t want Stockheed here. He was creepy and weird in class. Plus, she’d never figured out who left the note at the beginning of the year. She kind of thought he’d written it but wasn’t sure.

The room on the other side of the door became quiet. Rae straightened, her eyes shooting around the room. What if they were listening to her? Watching her? She quickly threw her pj’s on, ran over to the toilet, flushed it and then ran the tap to wash her hands. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and stepped out.

Except for the beds and chairs, the room was empty. Bare feet silent on the cool concrete floor, Rae tiptoed and peered out the door down the hall. Heart thumping erratically, she went back to the bed and organized her backpack. She’d packed a book and some magazines to read and set them on the nightstand. No one came in.