Reunited by Lies
Disclaimer: I do not own "The Covenant" or any of its characters; I only own, Peyton, Allie, and any of the other OC's that you see in this story! Please don't sue!
*~Trixie's POV~*
I walked out of my room, grabbing my school bag and going downstairs to the kitchen. The smell of bacon reached my nose and I took an appreciative sniff as I entered the room. I let my bag fall to the floor near the door and I went to take a seat. The kitchen door opened and Nick, Kyle, and Velkan trooped in.
"Morning, Aunt Peyton." My mother looked at them all and greeted them. I went to the counter and sat down on a stool.
My mother pecked my cheek as she set a plate of food down in front of me. "Morning, mom. Thanks." She nodded as she took more plates to the table and placed them down.
"Tyler, Dane, breakfast!" my mother called out of the room as she continued to set more plates of food on the table. My three cousins took seats around the table, dropping their school bags to the floor near their chairs. I picked up a piece of toast and took a bite, looking to Velkan.
"Where's Selene?" I questioned. He shrugged his shoulders as he took a bite of his sausage patty. I sighed in disgust as I dropped my toast on my plate and got up from my seat.
My mother looked at me as I began to exit the room, while my father and brother walked in. "Trix, honey, you didn't finish your breakfast!" I grabbed my messenger off of the floor as I grabbed my car keys from the counter, rolling my eyes in the process.
"Not hungry…" I muttered as I left. Exiting the house, I went to my black Ferrari F430 and got in the driver's seat, throwing my messenger to the passenger side seat. I stuck the key in the ignition, started it up, and tore out of the driveway heading to the school as Evanescence's "Tourniquet" blasted from the speakers.
I pulled into the parking lot of Spenser and turned my car off, getting out and shutting the door. I hit the lock button on my key ring and began walking toward the administration building to get my schedule. I had only made it through the double doors before I felt a pressure on my back; craning my neck to the side, I saw Selene smiling brightly at me. "Mornin'."
Smiling, I shook her crazy hold off of me. "Good morning to you, too." I spoke. Selene giggled and let go of me, and we both began walking toward the door of the office. As we entered the room, we saw a boy standing at the front desk receiving his schedule and what looked to be a map of the grounds; oh great. A newbie… Selene and I walked to the assistant sitting beside Ms. Allen's. "Good morning. We're here to pick up our schedules; Trixie Simms and Selene Garwin." We both watched as she pulled as stack of papers forward.
"Grade, dears?" she questioned as she searched through the stacks.
I suppressed my sigh, shooting a quick glance to my cousin, before looking back at the woman. "Twelfth for me and tenth for Selene Garwin." She nodded her head as she pulled another stack of papers toward her. She ruffled through both stacks and pulled out two separate pieces, then handed them to us. "Thank you, ma'am." She nodded her head as we pulled away from the desk and walked out into the hallway.
As we began to walk to the school building, I saw my dad's hummer pull up and the boys getting up; I looked back to Selene. "So why didn't you come with the guys for breakfast this morning?" she shrugged her shoulders and we continued our walk until we were standing in the quad.
*~No One's POV~*
Keller stood on the opposite side of the quad, looking at the map of the school and keeping an eye on the two girls whom he had a good gaze on. The two girls stood talking and a couple minutes they took seats on a wooden bench near a set of stairs; he held the map in his arms and took a seat on a bench behind him, keeping an eye on the girls. Keller continued to watch them and three minutes later they were joined by four boys who all looked to be younger than they.
He sat until the bell rang and all the students in the quad began walking off to the various hallways. Keller stood and made his way hastily over to the group of teenagers, making sure to hold the map in front of him so it looked like he was having trouble finding his way around. As he passed by the girl with the dirty-blonde hair, he purposely collided his shoulder with hers and then looked up at her feigning surprise and shock. "I'm sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going…"
Trixie smiled at the boy she'd seen in the office, "It's no problem; really, it's not. Just be careful." She and the other Covenant children began walking off. Keller watched them begin walking off and then called out to her again.
"Wait a minute! Excuse me!" he called. The girl he'd hit shoulders with turned to look at him while the others stopped behind her. "Could you possibly show me how to get to Advanced Lit?"
Selene shot her cousin an annoyed look, but Trixie just shrugged it off. "Sure, no problem. That's my first class, too." He shot her a charming smile and she couldn't help but return one of her own. He jogged up to them and they all began walking down an almost empty corridor, except for them and a few other students.
Trixie watched as her cousins and brother all split up and headed off to their respected classes and she was left walking with new boy to Advanced Lit. She looked over at him, noticing how he took in the appearance of the corridor with amazement. "So… you're a transfer, right?"
Keller looked to the girl and nodded his head. "Yeah; my dad went here and he wanted me to do the same. Some weird family tradition thing. What about you?" Trixie looked at him and smiled weakly.
"My parents went here, too." She admitted. "So unfortunately, they wanted my brother and I to come here, too." He nodded his head as they walked through the door to the Advanced Literature room.
The teacher, who happened to be an average height woman with brown hair that needed to be dyed badly, looked up at the two as they walked in the room; most of the students in the class were sitting in their seats already. "Miss Simms, nice of you to finally join us."
Trixie rolled her eyes, looking at the floor before daring to look back at the woman; she was well known for being seconds late to her classes, but she was always at the top of the class no matter what. Many of the teachers who had taught during her mother and father's years, and who still taught to the day, referred to her as the female embodiment of Tyler Simms. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Cheney. But if I hadn't have been late, we'd be missing one of our classmates; couldn't let him wander around the halls all day." Some of the students in the room began laughing or snickering, but stopped abruptly after Mrs. Cheney shot them a strict look.
"Please take your seat, Miss Simms." Trixie smiled and began walking up the aisle steps to reach her seat at the very top next to her friend, Stephie. Mrs. Cheney looked at Keller and then back down at her roll book. "You would be… Mr. Collins, correct?" Keller nodded his head and she smiled, nodding her head in approval.
Trixie watched from her seat at the top of the classroom as the new boy was given a syllabi. "Please go take a seat next to Miss Simms if you would, Mr. Collins." Keller nodded his head and began ascending the stairs to reach his seat. Once he was at the top, he slipped into his seat on the bench beside Trixie.
"Hello again." He chuckled quickly.
Trixie looked at him and laughed silently. "Hello again to you, too." He smiled at her before turning his attention to the instructor again. Mrs. Cheney began explaining the list of writer's they'd be studying this year. Trixie turned her attention to Stephie, who slid her a class syllabus that she'd snagged for her. "Thanks, Steph." The auburn haired girl smiled and muttered a quiet 'no prob' to her.
"We're changing up the writers this year, since I know many of you have heard from previous seniors what writers we've studied." She explained to the class. Trixie groaned but kept her attention on the instructor as the woman prepared to keep going. "Now, mind you I'm taking these writers from all areas of literature… Stephen King, Edgar Allen Poe, Geoffrey Chaucer, J.K Rowling, and one author of your choice."
Keller looked at the instructor with boredom; what the hell was she thinking? Stephen King was fine, he's a horror writing genius; Dean Koontz, he was a good writer too; J.K Rowling… what was this bat thinking? He stifled a yawn and Mrs. Cheney continued her speech about what was going to be covered this year.
When the bell rang, ending the first hour, Keller didn't rush to get out of his seat; out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the blonde girl and her friend were still sitting in their seats. Deciding that there was no time like the present, he introduced himself. "Oh, yeah; I'm Allen, by the way." He spoke using his middle name, and held a hand out to the girl. She and her friend turned to look at him, and she noticed his outstretched hand.
"I'm Trixie." She spoke, shaking hands with him.
Her friend smiled at him sweetly, holding her hand out. "I'm Stephie, or just Steph."
"Nice to meet you both." He spoke, getting up from his seat as he noticed the room was almost empty; Trixie and Stephie followed his actions, grabbing their bags. "So what are your next classes?"
Trixie and Stephie smiled at one another and then looked back at him. "We've both got Government; and you?"
Keller grabbed a small quarter of paper from his pocket and glanced at it before looking at them. "Same thing." He laughed, holding the paper out to them. They both looked at it and sure enough, in black print were the words '2nd hour, Government, Richardson'.
"Awesome! We should totally sit together again," Stephie blabbed. Trixie shot her friend an amused looked before all three of them began walking down the aisle steps and out of the classroom. All three of them made their way down the hall and to the Government class, for another hour of bore.
*~Lunch~*
Trixie, Stephie, and Keller walked into the cafeteria and made their way to the lunch line with their bookbags still on their shoulders. The group of three made their way through the line, getting their lunch items and Trixie led them over to the table that had been dubbed the 'Ipswich Kids' table since Trixie's freshman year. The eldest Simms' teen saw that her brother and cousins were waiting for them, all of them already beginning to eat their lunches. As they got over to the table, Trixie assumed her spot at the head of the table with Stephie sitting to her right and Keller to her left.
Dane shot his sister a glare then glanced to Keller to emphasis his point. "Everyone, this is Allen." She introduced. "As of this moment, he is officially a member of our 'clique'. Anyone got a problem with my judgment, like Dane?" one by one, her cousins shook their heads; they knew that Trixie assumed the head honcho role because she was the oldest of them all, but if they wanted to get technical, the head honcho would be Niklos because he was the first of them to receive the Power.
Keller watched the exchange between the Ipswich Kids with interest; so Trixie was the leader? His father wouldn't mind hearing information like that; especially when it let his father know which of them had ascended first. "So where are you from, Allen?" he turned to see who had called his attention and found that it was another dirty-blonde haired girl that had a slight resemblance to Trixie. Twin sister, perhaps?
He swallowed the bite of ham and cheese that was in his mouth before answering. "New York originally; my dad used to live in Ipswich when he was our age, but he moved overseas when my grandparents died." The girl looked like she instantly regretted asking him that. "It's okay, really. I mean, it sucks that I don't know them, but I doubt they'd want me to mourn them." She nodded her head and the others fell into a quiet conversation that obviously was not meant for his ears.
"I'm really sorry about that. Selene just wanted to ask a curious question we were probably all thinking." Trixie spoke up. Keller looked over at her and saw the solemn expression on her face. "I'm really, really sorry." He shook his head and smiled at her.
"Really, it's okay." He told her. She nodded her head and smiled as he began to slowly eat his lunch again. Taking that as her cue, she picked up her own ham and cheese and began eating it, vaguely aware of her brother and cousins talking around them.
As soon as the bell rang, all the students in the cafeteria gathered their items and began to file out, throwing their trash away as they exited. Trixie, Stephie, and Keller stopped just outside the double doors of the giant mess hall. "What class do you have next?" Stephie asked.
For the fourth time that day, Keller glanced at his schedule and looked for his fifth hour class. "Umm… I think it's… AP Bio." Trixie asked his permission, which he granted, and looked at his schedule for his fifth hour.
"Yeah; you've got AP Bio… with me." She giggled. Keller chuckled and Stephie wished them good luck as she left for her art class. The two began walking down the corridor to their right, toward the biology classroom. "I wasn't meaning to be nosy, but I couldn't help but notice that you have a free PE." He looked down at her as they walked; he was about a foot and a half taller than her.
He laughed as they got closer to the door. "Yeah, I do. What do you have?" she glanced up at him before returning her gaze to the corridor.
"I would have a free PE…" she cut off. A second later she added, "But I'm on the swim team. So, unfortunately, no free PE for me; only swim practice during sixth hour." He laughed.
Keller looked at her intently as they were only a couple feet from the door of the biology room. "Is the swim team any good?"
"The best." Trixie answered, opening the biology lab door and holding it open for him. Keller walked in first and Trixie followed behind him. Keller pondered her words before following her to a lab table and sitting beside her.
*~Sixth hour; swim Practice; Trixie's POV~*
I changed into my swimsuit quickly and then stuffed my clothes into my locker, sliding the lock through the small hole and then locking it. I spun the dial around and then made my way out to the bleachers where Coach was calling names. "Simms!" I called my presence to attention, taking a seat beside Stephie and we waited until Coach was finished. Once names were called, Coach told us to begin practice.
As Stephie and I were preparing ourselves to dive into the water, Coach called me. I apologized to Stephie and walked over to where Coach was waiting for me. It was then that I noticed Allen standing next to her. "Yeah, Coach? You wanted me?" she nodded her head at me.
"Yeah. This guy is interested in joining the swim team; freestyle." She spoke to me. Her words caught me off guard. Freestyle? Was she kidding me? Freestyle was my swim, and nobody elses! "I've looked over his extracurricular activities, and he swam freestyle at his previous school."
I gave her a menacing look. "Freestyle is my swim, Coach. I'm not giving it up for anyone." She sighed exasperatedly.
"I'm going to let Collins change into a pair of trunks." She told me, making me narrow my eyes at him. "You two are gonna race; I wanna see which one of you is faster." Allen tried giving me a small smile, but I ignored him. Turning around, I walked to the bleachers and sat down letting out a screech of frustration; which made Dane and the others look at me.
Listening to the conversation away from me, Coach told Allen to go into the changing room and change into Spenser swim trunks. "Something wrong, sis?" Dane asked from his place on the third row behind me.
"Just a new jerk trying to steal my swim from me!" I seethed with anger.
Dane and the others laughed. "Sis, no one can win your swim. They've tried to get it before, but it didn't fly. Don't let him take your freestyle! Show him why only you swim it!" my brother's words brought my confidence back. He's right! People have tried to take my swim from me before, but they never could! I'll show Allen exactly why Trixie Simms swims the freestyle alone! Coach began calling for the swimmers to exit the pool so that it would be empty when Allen exited the boys' locker room.
I got to my feet and made my way to the pool's edge with my brother and cousins behind me. I put my cap on as Allen exited the locker room and made his way over to us, taking a cap and a pair of goggles from Coach. I situated my goggles and covered my eyes with them as Allen pulled his own on. We readied ourselves on the edge and I waited for Coach's whistle. Once Coach blew her whistle, Allen and I threw ourselves into the pool; my feet kicked vigorously as I was propelled through the water.
Allen was keeping up with me as I glanced at him when I turned my head to the left; I wasn't going to give up that easily. I forced my muscles to work harder and my legs to kick faster as I began to move quicker through the water. As I got to the other side of the pool, I flipped myself and launched myself as far as I could; but Allen was still keeping up with me. I was vaguely aware of my brother and cousins yells of encouragement as I forced myself to keep going. As soon as my hand hit the pool's edge, I heaved myself up and looked at Coach. Everyone in the vicinity of the pool was completely quiet; it was starting to get on my nerves, and I wanted to know which one of us was quicker.
"Well, Coach?" I asked as I pulled myself out of the water and Allen did the same.
She looked back and forth, looking at the both of us with wide eyes. "You… tied." My mouth dropped open and looked to my brother, who nodded his head in confirmation. "You were in perfect synchronization." My eyes narrowed at Coach as she spoke. "You both will do Spenser well during swim meets."
"What?" I asked.
Coach turned her gaze to me. "You both will be swimming the freestyle for Spenser." As soon as Coach called practice, I practically ran for the locker room with Selene following after me at a normal pace. I tore my swimsuit off, wrapping a towel around myself and went to the showers. I stood underneath the spray and wrung my hair out multiple times to make sure most of the chlorine got out. Once finished, I went back to my locker and began pulling the different articles of the uniform out and got dressed quickly.
The bell rang and when I was done getting my last mary-jane loafer on and strapped, I grabbed my bag and rushed from the locker room and the pool. I snatched my keys from the front zipper on my messenger and made my way out to my car. Unlocking the door to my Ferrari, I tossed my bag in the passenger seat and threw myself into the driver's seat, slamming the door closed as I buckled up. I threw the gear shift into first and pulled through the empty spot in front of me and then stomped on the gas, flying out of the parking lot; as I sped out, I saw Allen standing next to a nice black, Porsche 911 Turbo and I flipped him off with an angry sneer on my face.
*~Keller's POV~*
I got dressed from the speedo that Spenser students were required to wear and exited the locker room with my messenger bag slung over my shoulder. As I exited, I caught Trixie fleeing the pool area through the side exit door. Grabbing my car keys from my pocket, I followed after her; it was apparent that she wanted to get the hell out of the building before anyone could call her back. As soon as I was out of the building and in the parking lot, she was nowhere to be seen. With a million thoughts surrounding my brain, I made my way to my Porsche and stuck the key in the handle; my gaze was drawn to a red Ferrari that was peeling out.
I was staring as I caught a glimpse of the driver; Trixie. Now I know where she went. As she began to pull away, she looked my way and a second after that she flipped me off as she drove away quickly. I finished unlocking my door and got in, throwing my bag to the back seat and getting in the driver's seat. Sticking the key in the ignition, I started the engine and revved it a couple of times before I threw it into first gear and tore out of the lot in pursuit of the girl that I had pissed off at me.
There was a light not too far away, so I knew that I could possibly catch up with her if she got it as it turned red. Approaching the intersection, I put the gear in neutral as I pulled behind her Ferrari. She paid me no mind as we sat at the light, but at the last moment she looked into the rearview and saw me; as the light turned green, I could just imagine her stomping her foot down on the gas as she tore away from the line. Not wanting to lose her, I threw my car back into gear and chased after her.
It was flurry of trees and other things as I continued to keep up with her, no matter what direction she drove. Before I knew it, we had pulled off of the main road and onto a deserted road that wound up a big hill. We passed a driveway that led off to our right, and I glanced to see the giant mansion behind the gate before turning my attention back to Trixie's car in front of me. We passed two more driveways, one to the left and another one to the right, until finally she decided to turn down the driveway that was approaching to our left. I followed behind her and brought my car to stop behind hers.
I took notice of all the cars in the driveway beside ours, but kept my watch on Trixie who was getting out of her Ferrari with a pissed off look on her face. She had grabbed her messenger bag and, upon getting out of her car, threw it on the ground and looked to me. I shut my car off and unbuckled, opening my door and getting out.
*~No One's POV~*
Keller got out of his car, shutting the door to his side, and looked at Trixie; Trixie stood with her arms crossed and a pissed expression on her face. "Why did you follow me here?" she questioned with a bright gleam in her eyes.
"I wanted to apologize." He spoke looking at her with sincerity in his eyes. "I didn't mean to offend you during practice."
Trixie's eyes softened up; he was the newbie of Spenser! So he had wanted to join the team and his swim just happened to be freestyle; so what? There was supposed to be more to senior year than just swimming! I shouldn't be mad at him for trying to swim freestyle; it's probably the only swim he knows. "Fine; you're forgiven." He looked at her with curious eyes. "The only swim you know is probably freestyle… so I shouldn't be mad with you over that."
"It was my fault for trying out in the first place. I should have just backed down when you said freestyle was your swim." Keller admitted honestly. Without knowing it, both of the teens moved closer to one another until they both stood in front of one another. "I didn't have to join a team, but I thought it would get me out of some trouble, ya know?" Trixie nodded her head as the two stood there talking to one another. She could definitely relate to what he was saying because that was exactly why she'd joined the swim team her freshman year; her mother and father thought it would keep her out of trouble, so she'd tried out and been the only freestyler since then.
Trixie smiled a sweet smile at him. "I can definitely relate to that. I joined my freshman year because my parents thought it would keep my out of trouble. In a way it has, but after doing it for so long… I'm kind of sick of it, but I can't stop until I graduate." Keller smiled at her, trying to pour his charm into it. It was a couple minutes before they heard a horn honking and they turned to see a seemingly brand new Ford Excursion pulling into the driveway behind Keller's Porsche; Trixie looked at him and smiled.
"Um… would you like to come with me to Nicky's tonight?"
Keller looked at her and noticed how her gaze shifted to the ground when she asked him that; he smirked to himself. "Sure; is it okay if I meet you here?" Trixie's gaze met his eyes once again, happiness filling her blue orbs, and smiled. She nodded her head and he grinned at her, "What time should I be over here?"
Trixie turned her attention to her brother and cousins who were now getting out of the giant vehicle. She watched them walk off before she turned her attention back to the boy she was crushing on. "Um, how about… seven thirty-ish?"
"Sure. Sounds good to me." Keller grinned at her once more and she flashed him a flirty smile.
Keller kept his grin on his face and began walking back to his car. He opened the door to the Porsche and looked at her. "I'll see you later then." Trixie smiled and went to retrieve her messenger from the ground by her car. Once she had it over her shoulder, she watched as Keller pulled his car around hers and drove off.
Turning around, she walked up to the porch and opened the front door; going inside she walked into the living room where her parents, brother, cousins, aunts and uncles were gathered. Her parents looked to her as she practically glided through the room, her body on autopilot, and watched as their daughter sank into a loveseat in between Niklos and Selene with a goofy grin on her face. Trixie dropped her messenger to the floor as she sat in between her two cousins; she could feel her mouth pulled up into a happy grin.
"Is there a reason there's a goofy look on your face, baby?" Peyton asked her daughter. Trixie didn't even seem to register her question.
Selene looked at her cousin and then turned to look at the rest of the parents. "It's called she's crushing on a newbie transfer."
All four of the father's heads snapped up to look at Selene. "What's his name?" Caleb asked.
"Allen Collins."
Trixie's grin got bigger at the mention of his name and she giggled a bit; her parents, however, looked worried. "Collins?" Tyler asked, referring to the last name.
"Yeah." Trixie breathed. "And he's going to Nicky's with me tonight." She giggled again and Selene looked at her cousin, and then back at the others with a 'we've-lost-her' kind of look.
All right, everybody. Hope you liked the first chapter to 'Finding Acceptance's sequel! So, it looks like Trixie knows where Keller is finally… but she just doesn't remember him (after all she was only 4 when Chase kidnapped him from them). And to sort out any kind of confusion I may have created: Keller goes by his middle name, Allen, when around any of the Covenant Kids and he uses a slight glamour to disguise most of his noticeable features that would alert people that he's related to Trixie. There are some questions I know that I haven't answered and I know you'll probably be asking about how he gets away with Using, but please keep reading to find out; all will be revealed… just not right now. Please remember, like always: reviews are welcome!