Caleb noted everything the Professor was saying diligently. He couldn't help but scowl when he heard Reid goof off. The midterm was coming up.
"Can you please shut up? I know its hard but try."
Caleb's eyes widened in surprise and his head turned to look at the girl who dared do anything but laugh when Reid cracked one of his stupid jokes. Reid was looking incredulously at the girl as well.
She wasn't even deigning to look at the troublesome boy after telling him to shut up. She sat hunched over her notebook, pen at the ready to write anything significant the teacher said. She had jaw-length hair and glasses. She wasn't that spectacular to look at by Spenser standards – every girl who went to Spenser was relatively attractive and she was no different. Caleb could walk past her everyday and never notice her.
But there was just something about her. Pushing her to the back of his mind, Caleb turned his attention back to the teacher.
He didn't even notice that Reid didn't speak for the rest of the class.
"Wassup," Reid greeted the girl who had shut him down earlier in class.
She looked up from putting her belongings into her backpack. "I'm not going to apologize," she declared. "You can do whatever you want on your own time, but I pay for my education and don't want to waste my parents money."
Reid smirked. "Who said anything about apologizing?" He tossed his hair out of his eyes and looked down at her.
She rolled her eyes. "Look, if you're trying to be charming or attractive or whatever, wait until after all the tests." She tried to pass by him to get to the aisle. She sighed when he blocked her. "Can you move?"
Reid stepped closer to her. "Do you want me to move?" he asked in a husky voice that usually got him what (or more specifically, who) he wanted.
She made an exasperated noise, hefting her bag onto her shoulder. "Yes," she answered shortly when he still made no move.
"You sure?" he said, looming over her.
"Reid," Caleb called from the doorway, noticing his friend harassing the girl in one of the middle rows.
She took Reid's momentary distraction to dart past him. Pulling her sagging backpack up again, she pushed past Caleb to leave the classroom.
"Can I sit here?" Caleb was in the library studying, like many of the other students. He looked up and it's that girl again.
"Sure," he replied. He turned back to his study guide, biting his lip thoughtfully.
It's ten minutes later when she speaks up. "I know this is weird, but you haven't written anything since I got here." She gave him a small tentative smile. "Do you need help? We're in the same class, so…" She drifted off, clearly uncomfortable.
"Would you?" Caleb asked hopefully. "That would be great."
Nodding, she pushed up her glasses before leaning across the table to examine what problem he's on. Caleb is surprised to find himself to looking down her shirt. He forced himself to listen to what she's saying. "Oh, I already did that one," she declared. She took out her packet and walked around to his side of the large table, thankfully putting an end to Caleb's distractions.
She explained the problem, pointing out the steps in her equation but Caleb was only half-listening, copying her work down in careful, precise writing. Most of his mind was filled with the scent of her shampoo and Caleb was thinking himself going mad.
"Do you get it?" She asked.
He nodded. "Thank you…" Oh, he got it - almost too well.
She smiled wider this time and pushed up her glasses again. "Liz."
"Thank you, Liz," Caleb wasn't surprised that he liked the taste of her name on his tongue, despite it being a common name. "I'm Caleb." He shook her hand and stared into her eyes. He was charmed when she blushed and looked away before looking back and smiling.
They both go back to their work, but Caleb can't help but watch him from the corner of his eye.
Reid looked at the palm of his hand, squinting at the name on it. What did it say? He shrugged – he could always call her by pet names if he couldn't decipher the name of the girl who had invited him over by the time he reached her dorm.
He knocked on the door and arranged himself accordingly, leaning against the frame in a way that he knew girls loved.
"Oh, it's you," Reid was surprised to see the girl from his Calculus class open the door.
He smirked. Looking at his palm he said, "You're not … Alisha." Or was it Alissa? Alberta? "Or whoever this is," he held up his palm shamelessly to her face.
She rolled her eyes. "You talking about Alice?"
"That's the one," Reid replied. "Looks like I got the wrong dorm." The leer he was giving her said he didn't mind.
"Definitely," she said sarcastically. "I'm Liz and my roommate is Rebecca. No Alice's in here." She pointed across the hall. "She's in there."
"I could get lost and somehow end up in your dorm," Reid theorized. "She'll never know the difference."
"As tempting as that sounds," Liz drawled, "I have studying to do. And didn't I tell you I won't be remotely interested until I pass all my tests?" She shut the door, not even bothering to here his answer.
"I'm going to take that as a promise," Reid yelled through the door, before turning around and going to the girl's door he had made an appointment with.
In her room, Liz couldn't help but smile. Frowning when she realized what she was doing, she turned back to her notebook.
But when the moans came from across the hall, she couldn't help but look at her door and wonder.
"Good luck on the test today," Liz wished Caleb when he walked past her to get to his seat.
He nodded and smiled at her. "Thanks. You, too."
"You going to wish me luck to, Lizzie?" Reid called form his seat in the back.
Liz scoffed. "Whatever," she answered, pulling out her calculator. It was game time right now and nothing could get her out of the zone – not even attractive boys.
"Just as long as you remember your promise," Reid reminded her. He smirked when he saw Caleb's frown. 'Jealous?' he mouthed to the older boy.
Caleb didn't know which he didn't like more: that he was jealous (after only talking to the girl once) or that Reid knew.
Caleb laughed with Pogue before he took a long pull from his beer. He and the rest of the school were at a party some freshman was throwing after midterms ended.
Pogue grinned, his arm around Kate. "So, then I was like -."
"Hey," a cool voice greeted. The three turned and Caleb couldn't help but grin.
"Pogue, man, this is Lizzie," Caleb introduced, throwing an arm around the surprised girl. "Lizzie," he practically crooned her name, "this is Pogue and his girl Kate. Without her I would've been dead during the Calc' test."
"I explained one problem," she clarified. Liz smiled. "Are you drunk?" She asked, eyeing him.
"Yes," Caleb answered without hesitation.
She laughed, charmed by his candor.
"Hey, don't laugh at me," Caleb said, pouting. He squinted at her, leaning forward till their faces were almost touching. "No glasses?"
"Yeah," she answered, taking his beer and setting it down when Caleb seemed to be in danger of spilling its contents.
"Pretty," he commented, caressing her cheekbone.
She blushed. "Come on, Romeo, I want a drink," she winked at Pogue and Kate before dragging the inebriated boy towards the alcohol.
"Okay, but no more than six," Caleb declared.
She laughed again. "You seriously are going to limit me when you're so obviously smashed?"
"Lizzie!" Liz peered around the arm that was wrapped around her shoulder to look at who called her name.
"Reid!" she yelled back, equally as loud. She and Caleb laughed.
Reid staggered over. "Remember your promise?"
Liz turned towards Caleb. "Reid thinks I promised to have sex with him. I didn't."
Caleb frowned and his arm tightened sluggishly, a testament to how drunk he was. "Really?" he asked. He pointed a finger at the blonde boy. "Bad Reid!"
"Yeah," Liz agreed. "Bad Reid!" she parroted.
Reid smirked. "I get that a lot. But still, a promise is a promise," he said, propping himself on Liz's free side, sliding his arm around her waist.
Caleb glared, but it wasn't as formidable seeing as how he was having trouble focusing. "Mine," he declared. He tugged the girl forcefully away from Reid.
Liz's eyes widened at the rough treatment, sobering up some. Okay, this wasn't funny anymore. Caleb had obviously drunk himself to a state of belligerence.
Reid caught the look on her face and found the morals buried deep within him to make a move to help her. "Now don't be like that, Caleb," Reid reasoned.
"No," Caleb said, "mine." He wrapped both arms tightly around the girl.
Liz mouthed 'help me' to the smaller boy.
"Come on, man," Reid requested. "Sharing is caring. Come on, bro."
Caleb's arm loosened. He nodded. "You're right," Caleb said.
Liz exhaled and then made a move to leave Caleb's embrace.
Caleb's arms unexpectedly tightened. "A promise is a promise," he stated.
"What?" Liz queried.
"Sharing is caring," Caleb then repeated.
"Huh?" Reid said, scratching his head.
In a surprising move, Caleb began dragging the girl towards the stairs. Liz began struggling but was clearly too drunk and also at a disadvantage of height and muscle tone. Caleb stopped and looked back at Reid, who was too shocked and was still where the two had left him. "Are you coming?" Caleb asked.
Liz suddenly realized what was about to happen. Every Spenser girls' dream of having more than one Son of Ipswich at a time was about to happen – and to her.
She stopped struggling and Reid was even more alarmed when she directed a smirk toward him. "Yeah, you coming?" she asked. "Sharing is caring," she added, arching a brow.
It took a few moments for Reid to understand, but when he did, he ran as fast as he could in his drunken state to catch up to the two.
They made it up the stairs and Liz shut the door, turning to the two boys who simultaneously took off their shirts.
Well, alright.
Fin.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Covenant.
A/N: This was so funny to me. The whole idea where Sarah wasn't the only girl that Caleb and Reid both liked has been bothering me for awhile so I decided to write a series of oneshots starring their little escapades over girls.