Hey guys!
Well, my
favourite movie in the entire world is the Covenant.
I know the
movie word for word, so it's about time I wrote a fan fiction.
My
favourite character is Reid, of course, because he's the best.
So
he's obviously my choice for the main, I hope you enjoy.
Much
love,
REVIEW PLEASE.!!
xoxo- angel.
I didn't know what to expect from this new school. I mean, moving from Canada was one thing, but to this creepy private school- that was extreme. If only I had a say in this, i'd leave right now, but because I don't i'm completely and utterly stuck. The halls are always dark and dimly lit. The walls were probably painted years ago and are cracked and torn. Among all things, though, the worst part about this school were the spiders which were constantly crawling about. One thing I hate, bugs and what's the worst bug imaginable? Spiders. I saw about three in my dorm room and i've only been here a few hours, i'd just like to mention that I didn't handle that situation the best that I could've. I jumped ontop of the bed in probably one of the fastest motion's i've ever done and screamed bloody murder. Thankfully, my room-mate Sasha was there.
Sasha's from Ipswich. Oddly enough, she's a bug lover. Well I know that's a bit extreme and weird, it's because I over-exxagerated a bit. Sasha Cowell likes to spare the lives of the creepy crawlers. What I mean is that she scoops up the gigantic aracanics and sets them free outside of our door. The first time she did that, I complained like hell, but she was so casual about it that I had to let her do it. She's my saviour, so I couldn't exactly be a bitch about it, otherwise she might just let them live with us. Oh god can you imagine me locked in a room with one hundred spiders, I think i'd die. So Sasha Cowell's this bug-loving, peaceful human being. She's got dark skin, dark eyes and a tall frame. I bet you the guy's around here pay a lot of attention to her, she's very pretty. She said otherwise, but the only reason I could see a different view is if she was glued to her books all day, which I think she is. That leaves no time for guys at all.
I start school tomorrow and i'm actually some-what nervous. In my old city, I grew up with everybody whom I schooled with. The people from elementary school joined me in High School. So having friends was a natural thing for me and here, well I didn't know a soul, apart from Sasha of course. My main fear was being ignored because I was new. That happened in most schools right? In movies too, i've watched them, I didn't want to be that girl. Though I'll try to be myself, I don't know if my personality will stand out enough to show my classmates that i'm friend material. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't going to stoop to new low's to gain popularity, it'd just be nice if Spencer Academy welcomed and accepted me with open arms. It was a lot to ask, but a girl can dream right?
"Bailey?"
I looked up and saw Sasha smiling at me from the doorway. Another thing about her, she had the nicest teeth i've ever seen.
I smiled back at her, "Yeah?"
She opened the door and beside her stood a tall girl with deep red hair. I hadn't seen her in my three days of touring this school, so I took it upon myself to guess that she was one of Sasha's friends and Sasha thought it'd be a nice gesture to introduce me to somebody. I got off of my bed and walked to the doorway as soon as the red-head stuck out her palm.
"I'm Aliza, it's nice to meet you," she said in an up-beat, high pitched voice.
I quickly shook her hand, "I'm Bailey."
The freckled girl jumped at the oppertunity, "I know, I mean, i've heard. Sasha says you're really cool, so I figured I should introduce myself. You should really sit with us at lunch, we usually grab the same table every day it's just sometimes these guys think it's funny to-."
"Aliza!" Sasha cut her off, glaring at her.
I was just in awe. I didn't know that a person could talk so fast or so much without taking a single breath. Even though she was a bit too perky for my liking, she seemed like a nice girl. She had a presence about her that you certainly couldn't mistake. However I wouldn't want to hear that rambling all day, every day. But i'm not going to be rude about it, Aliza will probably end up being a good friend, I'm just going to have to get used to the crazy talking and extreme rambling.
Aliza blushed a deep shade of scarlet, "I'm sorry," she apologized, tucking a red lock of hair behind her ear.
I shrugged, "It's not a problem," I let out a chuckle, wondering if she could hold a record for the quickest talker ever, "Hey, what do you guys do for fun around here, I mean you can't possibly sit in the dorms all day, right?"
Aliza glanced at Sasha, she looked worried and alarmed. So, absent-mindedly, I looked at Sasha too, who shrugged and was wearing a small smile on her face. To put it in simple terms, I was completely lost, maybe they didn't understand what I meant by fun. I thought about elaborating on what I had said, but Aliza beat me too it.
"Well, we usually do," she said, the blush back in her cheeks, "Sit in the dorms all day."
I felt embarrassed, It wasn't my intention to mock them, "Oh, I'm sorry."
She laughed lightly and glanced at Sasha, before thirsting my curiosity, "But there are parties that people host. Lots, actually, we just don't usually go. But if that's your scene then feel free to attend them, I'm just saying a lot of stuff goes down during them. A kid died last year, it was all over the news and in the papers, but if you want to go, it's up to you. I mean, we can't stop you or anything-."
"Aliza," I cut her off quickly, placing my pale hand on her shoulder, "Relax."
Sasha let out a snort of laughter, so I smiled at the red head. Her face was pink again and her big blue eyes darted to her feet. I kind of felt sorry for the girl, she's clearly on the outskirts of all social events. Either she was humiliated and jealous of those who partied or she truly disliked those kinds of things. But besides that, she was a rambling, talking machine and you had to feel sorry for somebody like that.
I decided to spare her the embarrassment, "I was just suggesting it. I mean, I like to have fun too, you know. It doesn't mean i'm going to get so hammered that I can't walk, it's just.. fun," I shrugged.
She looked at Sasha with a sad expression, "It's not really fun," she commented, "It's actually more immature than fun."
I rolled my eyes, so this is how it was going to be. I pulled a strand of my curly long blonde hair away from my eyes and gave her a irritated glance, "So if I go to parties it means that i'm immature?" I asked her, prying for more information.
She pressed her lips together in a straight line then shrugged, "Sort of. I guess so."
I laughed and shook my head, "Whatever," I gave Sasha a bold look, telling her to get Aliza out of the room before I wipe that smug smile off of her face. While Sasha pushed Aliza out of the room, I took my spot back on my bed and flopped onto my stomache. I waited patiently as Sasha said goodbye to the annoying redhead, then shut the door quietly, returning to her bed as well, "She's a real catch," I commented, sarcastically.
Sasha snorted, like she usually did when she laughed, "She's not so bad."
It was my turn to laugh, again, "Okay, Sash."
Sasha smiled lightly and sat up on her bed, her dark arms gripping the sheets underneath her, "But seriously, Bailey, if you want a good party, I know where you can go. I'll come too if it'd make you feel better," she shrugged lightly and I could tell by her hopeful expression that she wanted to go to a party, clearly her friends were hermits, like Aliza.
I nodded, smiling a bit, "Really? Good."
She let out a girly squeal and flipped around onto her back, "I want you to see the boys here. There are some very nice ones, you'll go crazy, Bailey, I swear."
I raised an eyebrow, "Sounds promising."
She glanced at me from her awkward position and smiled, large, "It does. Now do you like the pretty boys, or the more.. bad ones?" she asked me seriously. I was just about ready to laugh but I held it in, her face was one hundred percent serious.
I thought about it. I mean, I ACTUALLY thought about it. I sure as hell did not like pretty boys or guys that could model for abercrombie and fitch, that was completely sick to me. I liked them the exact opposite. So I guess you could say the bad ones, the ones that belonged in bands and not wearing name brands. She looked at my face and smirked, "Bad boys," I gave her a wicked grin.
Sasha let out a laugh, "I think I know who you'd love."
I raised an eyebrow, "Really?"
She nodded and reached for her magazine, "I'll show you him tomorrow at the party."
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The party was huge. I guarantee that most of the school had travelled down to the pit so that they could have fun. I saw so many faced that pretty soon everybody looked the same, it was like one big blur. Sasha pointed out some jerk-looking guy with long hair and warned me to stay away from him and to not get involved. After looking him up and down a few times, I'm not sure that i'd even consider it, but the warning was a nice signal. She showed me a few girls who were 'known', if you get my drift, especially to the male gender. She showed me some boys who were pretty hot and then some of them were kind of unnattractice, but nonetheless, not ugly.
Finally, after her breath hitched, she had an enormous smile, "What?" I asked, probably a bit too eagerly.
She pointed to four guys striding towards the party, mainly towards two girls. I probably would've died right then and there if my heart wasn't pumping blood through my veins. Okay, another exxageration on my part, but get used to it. The boys were very attractive, probably the most attractive that i've seen all night. One, who was now embracing the blonde, had a really nice smile. His hair was dark as were his eyes and he looked very in love. The other one, who shared an awkward hug with the dark girl, had long ratty hair. I think he was the most attractive, he had a curious aspect about him. The third one looked shy as he slouched away from everyone else, he was talking to the blonde one.
"Him!" Sasha said, pointing directly at the blonde, "He's exactly your type."
I frowned, wishing it was the other one, "Really?" I asked, "Don't you think he's good looking?"
She looked at the long haired one then rolled her eyes, "He's been dating Kate since they like.. were born, forget about him. Plus, he's soo not your type, Reid on the other hand, is exactly what you need," I looked at the blonde again, taking in his mischevious smirk and the way he twiddled his fingers through his fingerless gloves, "I think he's a dick, most people do, but you.. you'll probably fall in love."
I rolled my eyes and sipped my drink, it was coke. I'm not really a drinker, but I hate being forced to suck back because everybody else was. You have to come prepared, pour a beverage into a cup and lie through the night. It works, it really does, especially with a water bottle. But back to the point, I would fall in love? That definatly deserved a good 'elle oh elle', love plus Bailey didn't together well. It was like a chemistry experiment gone wrong, it would make a big, epic explosion.
"They're the sons of Ipswich," she continued on, "Everybody knows them. Either one, you'll get a good guy, you know? Well.. minus Reid," A slow, sly grin appeared on her lips.
I raised an eyebrow, "Hmm?"
She nodded and bit her lip a little bit, "They're decendants of five families, the fifth one being killed, they're apparantly like.. witches or something. It's a really, really good story but they've grown up together. It's kind of like the twisted version of the breakfast club, they're always together," she ended with a confident breath.
I pulled my shirt down a bit, feeling a draft, "So, they're witches?"
She laughed out loud at that comment, "Oh, come on, Bailey!" she laughed, patting her knee and snorting, "That's just a legend, they're not actually witches, if you ask them they'll probably laugh at you."
I glanced over at the guys again, Reid more specifically, Sasha should get ready. She'd be up all night answering questions about the sons of Ipswhich. All of which, I intended to have answered before Monday, my first day of school.
