A/N: Look familiar? That's because I posted it a while ago under a different name, but here it is ladies and gentlemen; part one of the Four Plus Four isn't Always Eight series! Took a whole forever to re-write and it may take me a while to update, but I dont care. I'm super pumped to finish this one and work on the next in the series. I think it's going to be my favourite, so you know I'll finish this with that kind of motivation. Excuse any typo's please! I don't have a beta. I'm actually sneaking onto the computer because I'm grounded, so I didn't have time for a last minute spellcheck.

Not much has changed from the original to this in this chapter but I assure you, they will be different as I dontinue the next few chapters.

Disclaimer: I don't own The Covenant, and I don't get paid for writing this. . . That would be awesome though, wouldn't it?!

"Nathalie!"

My friend jumped with a start from her dream. Her long brown hair was a tangled mess webbing over her face. She shook it out of her face and looked out the window at the dead trees and evergreens.

"What did I say this time?" she asked, automatically knowing her sleep-disorder was the problem. She was constantly talking, walking, or just not sleeping at all. Her psychiatrist blamed it on her 'bumpy' past. Psht! You try learning you and your four best friends are witches, and that you could die from it. Well, not exactly die; just lose all will and reason to live and eventually die. Anyway, the point is, Nat doesn't sleep well.

"Something about 'Go away.. I hate you'? Another bad dream?" Megan asked, the wavy auburn haired and green-eyed, don't-take-shit-from-no-one girl of our small group.

I looked in the rear-view mirror at our 'head of the group' Nat, as she pulled her hair into a ponytail, and sighed. "You bet."

I looked out at the road ahead of me, the moonless sky making it almost impossibly dark for only ten o'clock. The only light on the highway was that of the headlights of other cars. I pulled into the parking lot of the teen hot-spot and turned the radio up for one of our favorite songs.

The four of us began purposely singing off key. Of course Lilly was a little more shy than us being the most innocent there, and a total daddy's little girl.

"Hey there sugar baby saw you twice at the pop show, you taste just like glitter mixed with rock and roll! I like you a lot-lot, think you're really hot-hot!"

Constant head banging made my blonde hair flail around my face and delude the image of a black hummer pulling up next to us. Abrupt laughter made all of us stop our dancing and swiftly look out the window to the left.

I rolled my window down, and looked back at the faces of my friends. "Watch this," I smirked.

"Kristen, no!" pleaded Lilly, putting her face in her hand eambarrassedly. One of the four guys in the Hummer rolled down his window. Poor soul has no idea what he's in for. Just look at that messy blonde hair and blue eyes. I almost felt sorry for him. But not completely.

"Boy boys boys! We like boys in cars! Boys, boys, boys! Buy is drinks in bars!" But I didn't stop there. As if the guys jaw hitting the ground wasn't enough! I finished the chorus and the following verse before calling it quits and casually turning off the car and getting out. I kept up my 'nothing happened' facade until I was in Nicky's.

xXx

Nathalie walked up to the bar smiling. "The usual," she called to the owner.

"Sure thing Princess," he was very nice despite his 'Piss-me-off-and-I'll-break-your-neck' appearances. He wasn't related to any of us, we just called him Uncle Nicky after knowing him our entire lives. He was a very close friend of Nat's father.

We took our seats next to the pool tables. "Kristen you're going to kill someone someday," Lilly said shaking her head and sitting down.

"Oh please, it's not nearly as bad as what Maggie would've done!" I laughed. Meghan shrugged and stuck out her tongue at me.

"Your order's up, ladies!" Nick called from behind the counter. Nathalie got up to get them walking back with our favorite. Chocolate shakes with whipped cream and marshmallows. Delicious.

She sat down smiling, "He says we can't introduce the next set after last time."

My mind went back to when a local band was playing here last. Uncle Nicky let us introduce them and some idiot pigs started wolf whistling at us. A few quick remarks from Meghan later and we aren't allowed to introduce anymore. Good times, good times.

xXx

"Oh! Right, right, right. The. . Uh. ." Lilly looked to be in deep thought, "Leafs?" she answered finally, after moments of silent thinking, trying to remember who won the hockey game last night.

I am the queen of sports trivia and cars. Nobody would know it to look at me. Usually people guess that I'm the dumb blonde cheerleading bimbo. Not true.

"ANH!" I imitated a game show buzzer, "Canadiens," I smiled brightly, being a true Habs fan myself.

"So Nat, have you heard from Chase lately? It's been a month." Lilly asked, changing from her worst topic. Her father never her do sports. Too much violence, but I took the girl under my wing and introduced her to the great Canadian sport called hockey.

Nathalie looked down at her chipped red nail polish, "Nah. I think he just cut me out." Her voice made it clear she didn't want to take about it. Oh the drama of being 18.

"Well he doesn't des- Oomph!" One second Lilly was standing up and the next she was on the floor in shock.

"What the crap?!" Nathalie shouted when her milkshake tipped over from Lilly hitting the table when she fell. We looked to see the cause of the problem. One of the boys from the Hummer standing over her, his light brown hair was slightly long, about shoulder length, he had on a pair of dark washed jeans, a dark grey shirt and a black leather jeacket.

He apologized, putting out a hand to help Lilly up.

"It's not a problem," she accepted. She couldn't stand for herself at all. That's why she had us around. She stood up by herself, ignoring his hand and fixed her denim skirt, thankful she had a pair of leggings on with it.

"What's going on Lilly?" Uncle Nicky asked, I could sense him pulling out the baseball bat he had under the counter.

"Nothing, Uncle Nick. I just tripped." Her cheeks turned bright red, as she moved some hair out of her face. The stranger looked from Lilly, to Nick, then back down at Lilly. She was so much shorter than him it was comical. She was around 5'2", and he looked about 6 foot nothing, maybe?

"I'm really sorry, is there anything I can get you?" he pointed over his shoulder "My friend, Reid, pushed me. I'm really sorry." He kept apologizing. I rolled my eyes, people that apologize too often get annoying. I put up with Lilly because I love her but this was too much.

Lilly was about to shake her head, when Megan interrupted, "Two new milkshakes would be nice." I held back my laughter, oh God I love that girl. She sounded angry, having both Nathalie and Lilly's milkshakes spilt in her direction. "And some napkins."

"Sure thing." He looked at the wet table and then at all of us, "I'm Pogue, by the way." Hahahaha! Silly name. He left to get our 'order'.

Feeling like I was being watched I turned around. The blonde that I probably freaked the shit out of was staring at me, I believe Pogue said his name was Reid. With him stood a messy haired brunette with a pool stick. "Want to play?" he asked Reid. I turned away as the blonde winked at me. Boys.

"I'm really sorry, again." Pogue had come back with the two milkshakes and napkins."Relax Cowboy, it's just some shakes." I said standing up, "You can sit if you want? I'm going to play some pool."

Pogue and Lilly both took their seats and I smiled reassuringly at Lilly. If she could get any redder than she was earlier, she did.

I grabbed a pool stick off the rack, "Anyone want to play?" I asked noting that Reid and Brunette Boy weren't playing. I turned around in time to see Reid grab the pool stick out of his friends hand swiftly. Real smooth, Dude. Real smooth.

"Sure," and that grin, ladies and gentlemen, could put the Cheshire cat to shame.

xXx

The game was almost over, we were joined by one extra being with a Y chromosome named Caleb, and Brunette Boy's name was Tyler. One shot left. One impossible shot, that is. If Reid gets it, I'm out.

"Bet you wont make it."

"I bet you I will," he grinned again.

I narrowed my eyes, seriously thinking about the decision I was about to make. "How much?" I dared, taking out my wallet. My words made the surrounding group silent. My girls knew I wasn't the kind to lose. I'm too competitive for that shit. I put my sunglasses over my eyes preparing to use my power.

"It's not fair to take your money like this," Reid said shaking his head.

"Trust me," I paused to match his grin, "You won't."

And like that he placed a twenty on the table. Still cockily grinning.

"Great." I matched his twenty with my own and the guys all let out an 'oooh!'.

Reid bent down lining up before gently tapping the ball. I smiled, knowing that if I didn't have my sunglasses on, everybody would've seen the flicker my eyes did. I tried to steer the ball in the wrong direction, but it didn't go anywhere. It stayed still for a few second that felt like an eternity. I got more intense, my eyes turning completely black, and the power surge running through my entire body. The ball began to shake. Reid tapped it again; it moved a centimeter before exploding!

"Shit!" I muttered loudly, everybody that was watching the game saw what happened. I put my sunglasses back on top of my head and looked to Nathalie for help. Her mouth was open and she shook her head not knowing what to do.

Lilly, being our own little genius was the first with an idea. She muttered under her breath angrily before Nick leaned over his counter. "What hap-" Lilly wasn't about to let him finish.

"Sorry." she said quietly to Pogue before standing up,

"For what?" and then she threw her milkshake in his face.

"PERV!" she shouted loud enough for everyone to hear and get distracted from the table long enough for me to fix the ball and get it rolling.

It sank into the left pocket, instead of the right. Reid looked down at the sound to the pool table, "Sorry." I smiled scooping up the two twenties and putting them in my back pocket. He was in too much shock to argue. "Lets go guys."

And with that we left the boys standing in Nicky's, wondering what the hell just happened.