Disclaimer: Neither Jordan nor I own The Covenant or any of the copyrighted stuff.

A/N: Lyn: :O We're writing a Covenant fic?!

Jordan: Indeed we are! Because Lyn is a genius and was talking about how awesome it is so I bought it and now I'm hooked too!

Lyn: It was the shirtless guys, wasn't it?

Jordan: … Maybe partially. Anyway, review!

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1. The Class of Spenser Academy

"Don't worry so much," 18-year-old Lyn Elumo said as she drove her purple Pontiac GTO into the parking lot of Spenser Academy. It looked pretty out of place there among the high-dollar cars even without the fuzzy black dice with purple flames hanging from the rearview mirror and the Tennessee license plate.

She was currently speaking to her 16-year-old sister, Jordan, who sat in the passenger seat. "It's a good school. One of those gateway-to-the-Ivy-League deals they don't have in Pierce."

"That doesn't change the fact that it's a new school and I don't know anyone. Oh and that tiny little fact, in case you forgot, that we're witches! And every time I get close to someone I have to end up pushing them away so they don't find out…" Jordan sighed, sitting with her combat boots up on the dashboard, her arms crossed, and her face forlorn.

"It's better than repeating everything with Dad," Lyn said quietly as she put the car in park. "And you know you have to take those shoes off. There's a dress code here." She made a face. "Evil freaking skirts…"

"Let them give me detentions… Like hell I'm taking off my boots. They're the ones with steel toes, in case worse comes to worse…" Jordan smirked wryly at Lyn and clicked her toes together.

Lyn rolled her eyes. "You're a witch, Einstein. You don't need steel-toed boots. Your Power doesn't have any backlash to it yet."

"Doesn't hurt to be completely prepared," Jordan said smugly, opening her door and swinging her legs around to get out of the car, smoothing her skirt as she went.

"Yeah, you can tell that to the teachers," Lyn said, rolling her eyes as she got out, too. "But really, this has to be one of the safest places to be. After Salem, this is the last place anyone would think to look for us."

"I hope so," Jordan mumbled as she shut the door and looked around, taking in her surroundings more fully.

"Prissy prep school to the extreme," Lyn said with a sigh. "And in the heart of Yankeeville. All the more reason they wouldn't look for us here."

"Yeah, you're right." At that moment, the bell rang. "Oh, look, we're late," Jordan said, shooting her sister a side glance.

"Great first impression," Lyn muttered with a sigh. "I think this is your building, I'll go look for mine…"

"Okay. See you after school, sis." And with that, Jordan ran off to find her first class. Opening the door, she stepped in and pushed her hair out of her face, looking around. "Sorry I'm late, got a little lost…"

"Jordan Elumo? Sit in the available seat in the front," the teacher said, gesturing toward the seat in question.

Jordan sighed and sat down, feeling dozens of eyes on her as she smoothed her skirt with as much dignity as she could muster and at down. Looking to her left, she saw a prissy looking girl (unsurprising). Looking to her right, she saw a boy with sandy hair who didn't look quite as vicious as the rest at least.

"Hi – Jordan?" the boy asked, smiling pleasantly. "I'm Isaac."

Jordan turned her head to the boy next to her. "Uh, hi…" She then moved her gaze back to the front of the room and, biting her lip, tried to ignore his eyes on her.

Isaac looked a little dejected but recovered quickly. "If you got lost, I can show you around later," he offered.

"Uh, my sister can help me find my way. And I have my schedule right here so I can find my way. Thanks though." She muttered the last part almost inaudibly.

"Oh," Isaac said slowly. "Okay then. Just, you know, if you ever need anything…"

"Yeah, thanks," Jordan said, smiling slightly.

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Lyn tapped gingerly on the pane of glass in the window of the door to the classroom as she finally found the right one. "Um… hi? I know I'm late but I kind of got lost…"

"New student?" The teacher didn't wait for a response as she looked at her seating chart. "Lyndotia Elumo. Please sit in any available seat for now."

Lyn's mouth twitched at the use of her full name but she scanned the room and took the closest seat on the second row before muttering under her breath, "Lyn. Lyn Elumo."

A blond boy watched sat Lyn sat down, staring her up and down. He raised an eyebrow as his eyes reached her long, bare legs and smirked. When the teacher turned back to the board and resumed lecturing, he leaned forward and whispered to her, "Hey."

Lyn's green eyes were wary as she looked at him without turning her head. Her voice was just as carefully emotionless as she said slowly, "Hello…"

"Lyndotia, right? I'm Reid." He held out his hand to shake but, after a few long seconds of her not holding out hers, he withdrew it and cocked his head to the side at her unresponsiveness to him.

Lyn's jaw twitched more noticeably this time and she couldn't help correcting, "It's Lyn."

"Oh, sorry… Lyn," Reid said, grinning slightly and leaning down in his seat, still staring at her.

Inhaling deeply through her nose as a calming measure, Lyn turned her head to glare at him. "If you're going to leer at me, at least learn to do it a little more subtly."

"Oh, was I? I'm sorry, I just can't help myself." Reid smirked slightly and turned his attention back to the front of the room, shifting in his seat.

Lyn sighed and looked back to the front too, pinching the bridge of her nose to ward off a headache. This had the makings of a very long first day.