Yowza, it's been so long my peep-izzles. I've actually got around to writing-writing. Serious shizz. and i'm working on different projects. I'm a good crap-load of chapters into this story already, so i'll post up every couple of days, or less depending on my mood XD

Anywho, enjoy! X

Chapter One

Turn out the light, come take my hand now
We've got tonight babe
Why don't you stay?

Melanie leaned back against the hard wooden back of her seat; a slight grimace twisting at her mouth as the sharp pain centered at the bottom of her spine. She was stuck in a block period and sitting in the same place for the past hour and a half was beginning to wear down on her backside. Glancing around at a couple students nearby let her know she wasn't the only one feeling that deep stinging ache as well.

Everyone was on edge to get out already, it was the last day of school before spring break and she wanted nothing more than to just leave the dorms behind and curl up on her own bed and sleep for the rest of vacation.

Her parents assumed staying at the dorms would make her more academically focused. The only thing living on campus taught her was time management skills. And it was pretty safe to say that sleep was at the bottom of her list of things that needed to get done.

"So what do you have planned for the week?" Aaron glanced up from his notebook with an expectant look. He was a bit of a powerhouse in the school, or at least he liked to believe so and had a reputation for being a ball buster among other things that weren't all that nice to say in public. Mel knew him from the sandbox ages, their parents ran in the same circles and well, she got the know Aaron before he turned into this hot to trot asshole that wasn't above shoving someone in a locker.

She knew from personal experience.

He had his rare moments where he was down to earth and definitely didn't think twice about verbally knocking Melanie around whenever she needed a reality check.

Which was a large amount of the time.

"Studying for our English exam and sleeping." Mel gave her a half-smile, leaning over to peek down at the last couple of bullet points she'd missed. It wasn't like she intentionally wanted to not pay attention in class, but with the seats Aaron usually picked for them; there was no way she could actually be expected to read what was on the board.

"Lame." He rolled his eyes, sliding over Kira's notebook so she could copy. "I heard Reid's going to throw another party of his Saturday night." He commented far too innocently for Mel's own liking. There was a difference between partying and going bat-shit crazy. Reid's bashes usually fell in the latter category. "It's open house for all Senior's, but everyone and their grandmother know that practically the entire school shows up for them."

"That's great." She murmured, scribbling down the small diagram that was supposed to resemble the different compounds they were supposed to commit to memory. "I have a family scrabble game that night."

"Come on, it won't be that bad." Aaron chucked, placing his hand on the notebook as he leaned towards her. "We'll go, drink their booze, cock-block Reid and call it a night."

"Right, you can tell that to the three students that I'm pretty sure are still suffering from alcohol poisoning from his last party." Mel gave her a friend a pointed stare before returning to copy the notes. She'd only been to a Reid hosted party once, during sophomore year and she regretted it ever since. Part of her still believed that her hangover lasted eight days and nights—like Hanukah but with more headaches and nausea and less presents.

"You're still mad you got you drunk."

And here we go. "No, I'm mad at you for letting me get drunk." Shutting her notebook, Mel looked at Aaron. "You told me the juice was safe to drink. 'It's supposed to taste that way.' When someone gulps down five glasses of punch and suddenly asks Caleb Danvers to show her his golden rod to live up to his namesake, you should know they've had too much to drink. Not shove more at them." Her eyes narrowed as Aaron just grinned unrepentantly at her.

"You have to admit it was pretty hysterical."

Shaking her head, she turned away from her friend. It didn't take long to find the person in question they'd been talking about. Caleb was slouched a little in his chair, diligently taking notes as his pals all talked around him. He was her competition this year for Valedictorian. He had the family name, money and the grades on top of that. I didn't make matters worse that he was just plain gorgeous as well. It was going to be a hard fight and that painful little pinch in her stomach told her it might be a fight she wouldn't be able to win.

Melanie sighed, leaning forward on her desk as she propped her chin up on her hand. Her eyes settled on a familiar hunched over figure. Tyler was staring down at his notebook, his pen moving way too slowly to actually be taking notes. She'd bet five dollars he was doodling.

The corner of her mouth kicked up in a slight smile as she watched him. He didn't look any different when she first met him. Dark hair and bright blue eyes that made her insides wring themselves, it also helped he kicked ass in their Math class and didn't mind sharing the academic wealth whenever she asked for help. Reid had sent him a swift elbow to the ribs, leaning over to murmur something quickly. Tyler slowly glanced over his shoulder, freezing her on the spot as he watched her watch him. The slow and seductive smile spread over his mouth before it dropped and he sent her a brief nod before looking away

Melanie hurriedly gathered her stuff and propped her bag up on her shoulder as the bell finally rang. Her stomach was still flip-flopping as she carefully made her way down the stairs.

Aaron and Kira sidled up beside her as they elbowed their way out and into the hallway—which was just as crammed. "Come on, you don't have to drink, or stay long. Just show up with me." A tiny freshman let out a string of curses as Kira clipped her in the side with a bony elbow. Not like she really cared who she smacked around to get by.

"Can I get twenty bucks?" Mel arched an eyebrow down at her friend. She wasn't afraid of a little extortion when it came right down to it.

"Ten and I'll toss in my IPod headphones."

"Those are down in my locker by the way." Mel grimaced at Aaron's smirk. She had been meaning to return those to him.

"I know. You borrowed those three months ago and I'm pretty sure I'm never getting them back, might as well make it official."

Mel just shrugged her shoulders, pulling her key out from under her shirt as they finally reached their door."We have a deal. You said Saturday night right?" She stifled a yawn as she maneuvered out her blazer and shoes as quickly as possible. It wasn't that she hated the school but the uniform was something all on its own with its very own level.

"Yeah, why?"

"I've got studying to do. This chemistry exam is going to be killer." She tossed her blazer at him before quickly slipping on a pair of jeans under her skirt and wiggling out of them. Once she deemed herself comfortable enough, She made her way towards the door.

"You're such a dork."

"The early bird earns the Valedictorian position." Part of her felt a little sick lying to her friend, but then again, Aaron didn't need to know everything…right? Definitely. Especially when Aaron wasn't the kind of person above squealing her out to Kira and well, the shit storm always traveled downhill. Between the three of them, Melanie was always at the bottom. She shrugged it off, striding down the hall in double time as she made her way up to the library. On a Friday, the place was bound to be empty for the few poor souls that were far too worried on their grades.

It was safe to say she wasn't one of them right now.

Melanie tapped a finger against each book shelf as she made her way down to the Russian Lit section. He was standing there, leaning against the row and thumbing through the pages slowly. Her eyes trailed over his back and lowered, the hint of a smile curling her lip.

Tyler felt that slow slide of lust bank and shoot straight through him. The slow smile curled at the corner of his mouth as he kept his eyes down on the book. It was moments like these he was silently glad for his gifts. Her arms curled around his waist and slowly closed his book shut. "I've been waiting for here for a while now." He turned his head to the side, blue eyes hooded as he looked down at her.

"You try spending eight hours in a skirt and tell me you won't cry for a pair of decent pants afterwards." Her mouth pressed against the thin material of his oxford shirt. The warmth seeped in slowly, licking down his spine as he suppressed the shudder.

He turned, dropping the book and hooking an arm around her waist. Sinuously, her arm hooked around his neck and she pulled him down to meet in a slow, long burning kiss. Her mouth was soft and pliant, demanding and giving. He kissed her deeper, pressing her against the bookshelf that shuddered a little under the force.

The show of strength as he picked her up, a sign to wrap her legs around his waist, had her breath snagging as he slowly worked the buttons of her blouse and her skin heated up with each teasing brush of her fingers. Tyler grinned, self-content, and lowered his hands down her body, the sound of her pleasure driving him he shifted his grip on her and moved them deeper into the library stacks.

What'd you guys think so far? lemme know, good or bad, anything i should change? - Z

Also, i think it's pretty obvious The Covenant doesn't belong to me,

otherwise i'd be basking in the gorgeousness of those guys all damn day long.