OK. This is my first Cov FF. =-O Hopefully I don't screw this up. I'm hoping to have an update soon. Hope you all enjoy.

Also, I made this chapter while listening to Just Like You. I hope it fits.


She flipped back her dark locks as she stepped out of her car and looked around the perimeter, with the wind blowing it didn't help to flip them back but it was her usual task after getting out. Her fingers grazed over the black paint that shined on her 2007 ford focus that she had received for her birthday that same year. She shut the door and glared when her skirt got stuck in it, and turned to spot a curly haired red head coming her way. Quickly she leaned against the car, pray the girl hadn't seen what she'd just managed to do, unfortunately she had.

"Nice way to start out the school year, don't you think, O'Malley?" The other girl snidely remarked, almost as if impressed with herself.

"Bite me, Snyder," the dark haired brunette sneered, her blue gray eyes narrowed venomously as she watched the red head carefully.

"Ooo, I'm so scared of a wimpy bitch who's skirt happens to be caught in the door…Tell me, are your keys also in the car?"

"I'm so glad you care enough to ask, now," she hissed, dangerously close to attacking the other girl in the parking lot whether it cost her skirt or not, "go fuck yourself."

She watched to other girl's eyes narrow viciously at her and rolled her own pair, un-phased by the girl's attempt at a threat. When the red head walked away with her groupies she turned her attention back to her skirt and sighed annoyingly when she spotted her keys in the front seat, the doors locked to add to the whole scenario. Cursing her first day back at school, wishing she was back on the beach in Florida, she gave her skirt a quick tug falling on her backside in the process.

'Shut up, whore,' the male's voice was deep as he screamed at the fragile aging brunette woman, her age no more than 26 even though the worry of the previous five years making her look older. 'You had no right!'

'She's my daughter. You took her.' The voice was low and harsh as his eyes narrowed at the woman. 'I can make you regret it. Of course, I can make her regret it as well.'

His attention turned to the hall where the eight-year-old brunette stood, her lower lip jutted out as she stared at him. A smirk placed on his face as he turned back to the woman on the floor before taking a few strides toward the young child. The woman stood up quickly, grabbed his shirt and pulled him back as hard as she could, tearing part of his shirt falling part to the ground with the shred of his shirt in her clenched fist.

She watched her mom fall to the ground, clutching a piece of the plaid shirt in her hand, getting the man's attention again. 'Maime?' Irish accent lacing under her usual one. 'Maime, who…' she spoke quietly, and watched him go after her mother. 'Daddy no!' She ran toward him and pulled at his hair.

She was free of the door with a ripped skirt to show for it as well as the piece of the hideous fabric hanging on the side of her door. She wasn't new to the random memories, in fact, the ones she saw a lot were the ones she had all ready seen. Ones he all ready been told about. The low chuckle from behind her caused her attention to shift and her eyes to narrow once again, more so in annoyance at his amusement by the whole thing than anything else, as they met a pair of baby blue ones.

'Maime,' her small voice was quiet, but demanding as she looked at the older brunette woman, her small hands clenched into fists when she didn't get an answer from her mother. 'Maime.' Her voice louder this time as she stomped her foot on the ground, an Irish accent lacing through her voice. Still no answer. 'Maime!' The little girl's scream caused her mother to look over at her, the younger girl's lower lip jutted out and quivered at the thought of having been ignored.

'Lorie Bethany O'Malley,' the older woman's voice was laced with a stern tone that made the girl lower lip jut out further. The other woman sighed and motioned for her to come over. 'I was talking to Mrs. Angelica Simms and her husband, Mr. Trevor Simms.'

She reached her arms up and looked at the people her young mother of twenty-one had been talking to, shaking her head feeling her curly light brunette locks following quickly with each movement of her head. She didn't like it, and wanted to go home. Her little facial features changed into a pouting glare as she looked up at her mother, who laughed lightly at the child.

When her big light blue gray eyes meet sky blue ones she scrunched up her nose, hiding her face in the crook of her mother's neck. 'Maime. Home.' She sniffled as her mother sat her down. 'No. Home!' She pouted angrily.

'Lorie,' the other woman said calmly causing the little brunette's head to turn toward her. 'She's absolutely adorable, Ms. O'Malley.'

'Hi,' his voice was quiet as he stepped from behind his own mother giving her a small smile. 'I'm Tyler.'

Her blue gray eyes narrowed at him slightly and she turned them up to her mom, her bottom lip quivering. She tapped her small foot against the ground trying to get her mother to let them leave. When she turned her back toward the young boy she sighed and glanced back at her mother before she headed over to the swing set without paying attention to the brunette that was following. Kicking her little legs after she sat on the swing, biting her lip and humming to an old lullaby.

"Yuck it up, clown," she remarked playfully, her tone still venomous from her encounter with Snyder. "You're next, Simmsy Boy."

The boy blinked and shook his head as he offered out his hand to her. "Jeez, Rie, don't bite my head off first day back. Save it for the second week," his tone smooth and joking as he pulled her up and grinned down at her. "Nice look though." He nodded toward the car. "For the car."

"Pipe it, Simms, I really don't want to hear it right now," she said as she turned back toward her car and kicked a tire. "Stupid thing. Give me back my damn keys." She pouted and saw them dangling in front of her.

"These keys, Chérie?" he asked, dangling them in front of her face as he leaned against her using her shoulders as arm rests.

"Give me those…" She reached for them only to fall short. "Damn it, Tyler Andrew Simms, you are an idiot for u…" His hand clamped over her mouth as she tried to finish her sentence.

"Hush you." His tone was harsh and she nodded, a tad scared of it but knowing why it had been. "Going to take my hand off now, you aren't going to finish that sentence are you?" Her head shook and he grinned. "Darn, and here I thought I was going to be able to do this for a while," he commented as his hand slipped from over her mouth to her neck, tilting her head up to look at him.

"Ha, flipping, ha, Simms." She rolled her blue gray eyes as he made her look up at him, her head leaning against his chest. "Stop hanging with Garwin or you'll end up like him." She remarked, pushing herself away from him and unlocking her car.

"Stupid piece of unattractive fabric made into a hideous skirt getting caught in my beautiful car's door…making me have to change before I enter Hell to begin another school year," she muttered as she leaned into her back seat to pull out another of the school's uniform skirts.

"Get shorter every year," Tyler commented as his eyes drifted downward to the skirt leaning against her tan colored legs. He shook his head clear before she turned around and faced him. "What?! Don't give me that look, Lorie Bethany O'Malley. I am male after all." He shrugged his shoulders.

"Yeah, well," she started as she glanced quickly around the parking lot before slipping out of the torn skirt. It's only Tyler, not like Reid is around….or Abbott. She glanced up at Tyler then down at her bikini style blue underwear before looking back up at him. "Eyes toward the school, Simms…Would hate to have to cut off some jewels just minutes before school begins."

She laughed lightly as the pink crept up to his cheeks and shook her head, the required skirt slipping easily over her thighs. The zipper gave her a bit of trouble, but that that was quickly fixed as she sucked in her flat stomach and uncaught the fabric. Satisfied with the quick change work she walked over to Tyler, picking up her messenger bag that had been thrown to the ground when she fell, and turned him around, jumping on his back and shrugging her shoulders.

"Can you get us to class without killing us?" She asked cautiously, hoping that she wasn't biting off more than she could chew and that they wouldn't be late for the first class of the year.

"I would like to think I can get us there in one piece, but with that attitude of yours this morning…I'm not so sure." He glanced back at her, wrapping his arms behind him to hold her up, trying to keep her skirt down as well.

"Blame Snyder, Baby Boy," she felt him shift beneath her when she spoke Kira's last name. "Snyder. Snyder. Snyder. Snyder. Sny-ah!"

He had almost dropped her, setting her on her feet instead, as he had used to pop them into an abandoned hallway. She glared at him as she looked up and straightened out her skirt. She rolled her eyes before heading off to their first period. Math. Her not so favorite subject. One she almost failed the year before as well.

She adjusted the strap on her shoulder as Tyler ran to catch up with her through the now crowded hallways as the bell rang for everyone to exit the cafeteria and head to their first period classes. They had Ms. O'Malley for math, it wasn't her mother though but her mother's sister. She knew it wasn't her mother's real sister. Her mother was an only child, much like herself but she didn't argue with it as she entered the class room.

Tyler had moved in front of her and was walking backward up the stairs trying to get her to talk to him, but Reid yanked him into his seat before he could get anything from her. She was grateful to Reid for that. Quickly she caught eye of a new student, glancing back at Tyler's pouting face before rolling her eyes and running up the stairs to slide into the seat beside him.

She crossed her legs, noticing his attention shift, thinking that the party at the Dell's that they usually had was a day late. They started school the Friday before the set party and that was messing with her designated flow. She smiled over at the new guy and held out her hand, pulling her skirt into place with the other.

"Bonnie O'Malley," she said clearly as he took her hand cautiously, but shook it all the same.

"Chase Collins. You're class sheet says Lorie, not Bonnie, Ms. O'Malley." She laughed softly.

"You're observant, Chase. Call me Bonnie though. I don't answer to Lo-"

"Miss Lorie O'Malley!" She heard boom throughout the class room. "Would you kindly pay attention so I don't have to flunk you this year?!"

She scowled and licked her lips, her attention turning toward their teacher. "Yes, ma'am." Her voice greatly annoyed she'd been called out.

"What was that about not answering to Lorie, Lorie?" Chase asked, his tone vindictive.

"Watch it, Mr. Collins. She'll be snapping on you soon," the voice caused her head to turn around the find the school's designated prick at the other end. "She gets off on snapping at random guys, and if you wanna get laid that's the best way to do it. She's the bomb in bed." The brunette's eye brows waggled at her and she couldn't help her reaction.

Her hand immediately snapping up to cover her mouth as she turned away, her face showing utter disgust at what he'd just said. She wanted to gag, more that she wanted to get out of the class than anything.

"I highly doubt you've gotten bed time with, O'Malley. Why would she want something like you anywhere near her? Especially when you look like you've gotten your share of the STDs that float around your red headed snob play toy."

Her eyes widened as she turned toward the guy next to her, unable to believe what she'd just heard. She was sure he'd gone from insulting her to defending her. That quick turn around giving her whiplash. She once again heard her name following the Prick's, Aaron Abbott, and Chase Collins. Groaning she got up and walked down the stairs, standing in front of their teacher like she was ordered.

"You'll fail if you don't pay attention, Lorie," the teacher whispered to the young girl.

"I'm not going to fucking fail," Lorie's voice was a harsh and determined whisper. "Why don't you understand that damn fact?"

"Detention." She held out the slip and pointed to the door. "And don't 'Aunt Maggie' me. Go."

Lorie turned her blue gray eyes to the brunette she came in with and narrowed them. She smoothed down her skirt as she slammed the door behind her, the detention slip held firmly in her hand as she headed toward the detention room. Feeling a hand grip on her shoulder turning her around.

"Hey, nice to see you. So…Miss me over break, Bunnie Bonnie?" His designated smirk on his pale face.

She bit her lip as he pressed her against the wall, her heart pounding in her chest as she glanced around then pulled him toward her. Her fingers running through his blond tresses as she stared into his icy blue eyes smirking. She pressed her lips against his and his hands ran up her thighs.

"Jeez, Reid," she moaned against his lips. "Hallway…we…us…h…" She groaned again as he picked her up shoving her against the wall once more.

"I don't care," his voice was low and husky as his hands slipped up her skirt, massaging her thighs as her legs wrapped around his waist. "We. Here. Now."

She couldn't argue she wanted to but Reid Garwin, her secret boy friend, didn't exactly stop with just one girl and she knew she won't be his only pleasure session that day. She couldn't help her hips moving against his, her reaction to his touch was inevitable as she bit down on her lip as he nipped down her neck, hitting every spot he knew would turn her on even more. Her hands slid down his torso to his pants, attempting to remove the fastening to get to the pants standing in her way of teasing him back.

"Having a…" He groaned into her neck, biting down on the sensitive skin.

She let out a whimper as she shifted her position, feeling her feet hit the ground softly. Their blazers fell to the ground and her small fingers finally managed to remove the hated belt, beginning to work on the button and zipper to them as she leaned up kissing him hard. Their tongues battled for dominance against the others as he fumbled with the small buttons on her shirt, having trouble not popping any of them off in his sex hungered frustration.

Lorie got his pants undone as he managed to undo the buttons enough to reveal her front clasped bra, matching the panties he was about to remove from her lower torso. Pressing herself against him as her lips moved down his jugular her hands grasped onto his throbbing member, all ready hardening before her touch. She heard the groan that escaped from his lip as her hand began moving over it in a rhythmic pumping motion, one swift motion tore the delicate fabric from under her skirt.

"Reid!" Her head tilting back as his hand once again slipped under her skirt caressing her damping center. "Those…those were…my…my favor…favorite…pa…pair." She barely managed to get out in her lust laced voice.

"Mine…" He groaned dipping a finger inside her core, swiftly moving it in and out in rhythm with her pumping motion on his swollen member. Her head tilted back in pleasure gave him access to her slender, tanned neck.

"Too," he finally finished as he dipped another finger into her, never changing his pace as he heard her hold back moan and felt her grip tighten around him.

"Fuck…" her free hand reached for his soft blond locks grabbing onto his hair as he lifted her body with his other arm, placing her firmly in between him and the wall, continuing his pumping motion with his fingers as she tried to continue her own.

"Me," she gasped, her face buried in his shoulder trying to remain as quiet as possible.

He groaned thrusting himself into her hand, barely able to control himself as she continued, her fingers molded around his throbbing member, pumping him hard while he assaulted her in return was turning him on severely, with the way she was reacting to him he could tell it was turning her on as well. With the way this was going he was going to be burying himself deep with in her dripping wet core before he heard her scream his name as they tortured each other.

His fingers moved faster inside her, watching her lean forward, her free hand just about ripping the buttons off his shirt before sliding it off his shoulders. His eyes rolled in the back of his head and he tipped his head back, her hand returning to fist in his mane. He dipped his head in carefully removing the hand that gripped onto her backside to unclasp the front of her bra, succeeding quickly before shoving the fabric away from the creamy round breasts that laid beneath it.

His mouth took one of her nipples into his mouth and her back arched away from the wall, her hand fisted through his blond head of hair holding his head in place while the other jerked suddenly causing him to moan in pure ecstasy while teasing the hardening mound.

He pulled his hand from between her thighs, unable to resist the need to enter the seemingly begging center belong to his temptress. No one else's. She was his. He removed her hand from his member, moving his attention to her neglected breast repeating his pleasuring torture with his mouth and tongue, tormenting the nipple like he'd done the first. Her moans and whimpers sending him further and further away from the fact they were in the hallway as his hardened member rubbed against her soaked entrance.

"Begging…for…me?" He smirked against her breast, the vibrations cause a shiver to run down her spine and the reaction to it pushing him inside of her quickly.

"You…wish…Garwin…" She panted, her hips rolling and grinding against his.

He pushed her back against the wall, nipping at the smooth skin of her breast as her wrapped one arm around her waist and held her in place, speeding up pace as he plunged upward inside her, her fingers fisted through his mane. This is what he wanted at the moment, if she'd scream his name everyone would know Reid Gabriel Garwin was getting laid for everyone to see. He groaned loudly, muffling it against her delicate skin, as the thought of being caught only excited him more.

His groan into her skin sent another wave of shivers down her spine as she nipped at his exposed shoulders and neck, whimpering as she did at his forceful thrusts. Her hips grinded with his, attempting to keep up with his quickening pace. Each thrust, though violent, pushed her closer and closer to the edge. She bit into his shoulder as she attempted to muffle his name as it escaped her lips.

She couldn't help her teeth sinking further into his shoulder as his pace sped up, her face buried into his shoulder to keep from screaming in ecstasy as she felt him tense under her hands. He came, and came hard, bring her with him. She pulled back from him weakly, panting and coated in a small sheet of sweat. She smiled at him before dipping her head back to his shoulder, running her tongue across the bruised and slightly bleeding teeth impression she had made. His whimper made her smirk against his skin.

She'd bitten him. She'd say she had bitten him hard but that would have been a major understatement with how tender it seemed to be just by running her tongue across it.

"Down now?" She asked, still panting as she laid her head sideways on his shoulder lazily nipping at his neck. "I'll be a good girl." Another smirk placed on her lips.

"You're always are never the good girl," he panted, his face turned toward her and his lips pressed against her cheek. "My tempting beautiful girlfriend," his tone possessive and laced with lust as he nibbled on her cheek moving toward her ear lobe. "Round two?"

"We have to-" She moaned softly into his neck, still quivering with the after math of her orgasm only moments before. "To get to detention." She barely got it out as her hips began rolling once again, footsteps echoing toward them in the hallway.

"Damn it," Reid mumbled, pulling out and placing her on the ground before quickly making himself school appropriate and she grabbed the destroyed lingerie and flattened out her skirt, heading toward detention quickly with Reid on her heels, snatching up their bags that he'd dropped before their hallway hook up & their blazers.

"I'm hot again, Bonnie, you might have to cool me off again. When we get there." He grabbed her around her slender waist, assaulting the visible skin on her neck.

Horn dog, Lorie thought to herself, glad for the support of his muscular arms around her waist.

They were the only things keeping her upright, as her body felt like collapsing right there on the floor. When they entered the detention room Lorie planned on pushing desks together, slipping into the spare underwear -her rule for herself being always keep a spare of any type of lingerie you happen to be wearing for the day in your bag in case of Reid Garwin showing up-, and collapsing on them to catch her breath while willing her body's reaction away.

She fixed her bra and shirt along the way, entering the empty detention room. The teacher wasn't even present at the moment, something that she quite preferred as she took her bag from the blond and made her way slowly to the back of the room, digging through it as she went.

She found the much needed garment and slipped it on, fully aware of Reid's glacial blue eyes watching her every movement as they slipped up her thighs. His hands came instantly on her hips, pulling her swiftly against him and moving himself against her to feel his erection between her legs."I need you…Again." His voice was low and seductive as he slowly slid the lingerie she had just put on off, following his hands down her tanned leg with feathery kisses.

She took his hint and stepped out of them, watching as he tossed them back into her open bag effortlessly. She sighed as his hands disappeared under her skirt and grabbed her backside hard as he kissed his way back up the other equally tanned leg. He paused his trip for a moment as he nipped and sucked on the most sensitive spots on both thighs before dipping his head beneath her skirt and flicking his tongue over her slit. She gasped and jolted in surprise, his hands keeping her from moving away from him.

His tongue skillfully teased her and she knew with the way he shifted more frequently as his tongue delved into her moistening pussy. She wiggled under his assault, her head falling back in pleasure. She looked down at him as he pulled back, her eyes glazed over in lust staring down into his.

He pushed himself off of the floor and her eyes drifted over his form, instantly noticing the bulge in his uniform pants. "Take off them trousers, boy. Don't be a sissy." She winked at him as he lifted her up and paced her gently on one of two long desks in the room.

"Lean back, babe," Reid's voice held some demand in it and Lorie didn't like that, but she did it anyways.

His pants fell to the floor as she did while his hands skimmed up her thighs, moving the skirt up with them. He'd make her wither with pleasure before turning it over and having her give him some. After plunging back into the tight little pussy of hers, he thought as smirk appeared on his face as his head dipped back to her all ready wet center.

Lorie withered in pleasure as his tongue flicked over her wet core, the effects of their hallway encounter still waving over her. His hands run up her thighs to her backside, lifting it off the table slightly. He wanted this. She couldn't stop her hips from moving as his tongue delved inside. Her eyes closed. Her head tilted back in pleasure, moaning out for him as he groaned against her core.

'Lorie!' her mother screamed. 'Lorie, run!'

She felt her heart pounding in her chest, frozen in her spot, her big eyes widened in terror. Finally able to move again she lunged back at the tanned male, her tiny hands fisted in his hair and pulling his head back. The tears were apparent on her face.

'Daddy, stop!' She cried out in a pitiful sob. 'No, daddy! Stop!'

His arm came back around, shoving her little body to the ground with a loud thud. Crying she looked over at her mother, the tears blurring her vision as she sat up and stared back at them. Holding her arm as she sat there, pouting that he'd just pushed her away.

Her eyes snapped open as she forced herself in a sitting position, shoving Reid away forcefully. "Stop!" It was the only thing she could manage, her breathing quickened and her head shaking back and forth. "Stop!"

Reid looked at her confused, possibly even hurt that he'd been pushed away from her, and cupped her face. "Babe, what is it?"

She grabbed his wrists and pulled them away from her face. She needed to get out of there. She hadn't seen that before. She hadn't seen her push him away. And all she could think is she didn't want to be like either one of them.

She moved away from him and turned back to her bag and grabbing it up. "When…when the teacher comes in, tell them I…I went to the rest room for a few."

She didn't wait for him to answer her as she forced herself to run out the door, nearly tripping after it was shut. She caught her breath after a moment, composing herself as quickly as she could before heading toward the rest room quickly. Her Mary Jane pumps clacking against the tiled flooring as she glanced around the empty hallway, reaching the girl's room fairly quickly.

Stepping out of them was easy. It was stepping into them that was the hard part. The part she needed in order to stop feeling empty inside. She shook her head, glancing to make sure the area was person free, before she stepping inside a clean stall, locking it behind her.

She cleaned herself up before sliding on the spare panties she had in her bag and slinking to the floor, staring at the porcelain that would soon be made into her friend, as she dug through her bag once more. Spencer's invisible. That's who Lorie was. No one suspected quiet, shy Lorie of something she was about to do since she had never drawn that much attention to herself.

She pulled out the vile, syringe, and the rubber band she needed before closing her eyes. Now or nothing. She sat the items in front of her, with the exception of the syringe that was placed sideways in her mouth, the needle not touching anything. She rolled up her sleeved to the designated spot, tapping the place she'd need in a few seconds before tying the rubber band tightly above it.

Her mom, as sweet as she was, had picked up this habit and Lorie had been dragged down with her. Hiding it from the few friends she had and mostly doing it after a unfamiliar memory popped up, or whenever she felt the need now. After starting up two years before Lorie's need varied now depending upon her situation. She needed it. She needed it at that moment.

Lorie looked down at the vile, the syringe now back in her hand as she turned vile upside down. She jabbed the needle lightly through the safety cap and pulled on the end of it, filling it with the clear liquid. She placed the vile, now empty, on the ground and got the air bubbles out of her syringe.

She bit her lip, her fear of needles almost as strong as her need for it to break her skin and enter her vein, as she pressed the tip of the needle to the proper spot. If she stopped now she'd have a freak out later on about being wasteful, so she slowly broke skin and pushed it in. After being completely positive it was correct she pressed down on the end, letting the liquid spill into her veins.

She sat there for a minute, her head feeling slightly dizzy as she stared at the porcelain in front of her again, removing the rubber band and tapping the injection spot before shoving everything back into her messenger back.

She let her head rest on the door as she let the new information play back with the old, slowly slipping from the reality she knew. Slowly blacking out. She didn't know how it happened, but she was becoming her mother and that was something she refused to be.