Hey people. I've thought long and hard about this story. Wondering if I should write it, or not. I didn't want it to effect my writing on Decode My Life, (which you should totally check out, it would make my day!) and I also wasn't sure about it. I'm going to take a lot longer writing these chapters, then my usual day and a half. I want this story to be perfect, way as perfect as I can get it. Oh and by the way, you know I don't own the Covenant. Only the OC's.
PS. This chapter is a little shorter then the others. Sorry!
Liliana Curran, is my name. I attend Spencer's Academy, me along with two-thousand other nobody's.
My life was simple, normally. Unless you counted the fact of my nightlife.
I was one hell of a ride, with one hell of a guy, but no one can ever know.
It's our own Dirty Little Secret.
Your Love.
Written by Kayla Delacour.
Chapter One, The Start.
Liliana Curran. I never thought my name suited me. It was so calm, not anything like me. I thought something like Erin or Reese would have suited me better. More plain and simple (No offence to Erin or Reese kiddos I'm sure your quite the rockers.) A name like that would have suited me far more. There was something about Liliana. Maybe the fact that it reminded me of: Look at the water, wow what pretty ditty lilies. The name sounded childish to me. I looked across the diner room of Spencer's Academy were a striking blue eyes met mine. I smirked a little while the owner of those eyes nodded towards the door. I nodded back, his mouth curved into a sexy grin. I looked down biting my lip, hardly, pushing back a beaming smile.
My three friends looked at me oddly. It wasn't like I could help it. Lips, eyes, boy I'm hypnotized.
"Lilly?" Emily said, waving her thin tanned arm in front of my face. Ah. Emily. Emily Davidson. My female best friend. She practically screamed girly. I wasn't sure if it was her non-stop bubbly attitude that did it, or her pink, well everything. I cringed at the thought. It wasn't like I was a tomboy, but I wasn't some perky blonde girly girl. Well I was blonde, but no perky and girly found here. Emily had dark brown hair, brown eyes and a naturally tanned body. She should have been blonde. I on the other hand was pale, light blonde and had blue eyes. Emily told me I had potential to be like her. I almost spat my lunch out at her when she said that, luckily I spat it back on my plate. I'll tell you, I didn't touch that after. Her and her stupid girly-ness.
Pfft.
I finally noticed my three friends were staring at me. "What the hell are you doing?" I asked, it was dinner. I was tired. Do the math.
"Why are you staring at the Sons?" Emily asked, I felt myself almost fall off the chair at the question. Fuck. I grunted and kept my eyes on my food, it wasn't that good anyway. Tastes like crap. Hell. Crap probably tastes better. Hah. I felt relaxed above the table, at least I hoped I did anyway. I didn't want to give anything away but under the table, my legs were rocking back and fourth. Refusing to stay still. It was our secret; no one would probably believe it anyway shy, not caring, unsocial girl plus high maintenance, hotshot boy. Oh, yeah. I can totally see it in tomorrow's newspapers. Not Likely.
"Alright, she's cracked." Jason said, taking his green eyes off me. I looked up briefly to glare at him. Jason Millers. Hmm. What can I say? Male. Obviously. Sarcastic. Annoying. And my best friend. "I don't see what's so great about them anyway." He stated. I shifted nervously. I hated when my friends talked about them. This, was often. They were the Sons of Ipswich. Seriously. Everyone talked about them, much to my displeasure. Jason's good-looking face turned into a disgusted face when he watched them. My god. What was he problem, he had just as many girls crawling all over him as they did. Well maybe not as maybe but hell, Jason Millers was up there. Anyone would know that if they simply walked into the girl's bathrooms. All you could see what Jason Millers and Reid Garwin. Yep, my best friend was a heartbreaker. Lucky me. See the sarcasm? No, it was not a good thing. Walking in on your best friend and your worst enemy aren't highlights of my days. He really should learn to lock his door, or close his legs. Either way, but I think locking the door will be easier for him.
Amber rolled her eyes. I was lucky to have Amber; she kept my sanity in order and was Jason's little sister. Only by two months, she never forgets to tell us. Believe me she didn't --insert cringe here.-- She was just as stunning as her brother, but you know. In a girl way, no she didn't look like a boy. Shocking right?
It were just us four. Amber, Jason, Emily and I, Lilly. Sitting at our table in the lovely dining room of Spencer's Academy.
Two tables down the Sons of Ipswich stood up, there chairs scarping across the floor. I didn't hide my stare, as I knew everyone girl and boy alike were watching the godly boys leave. They walked past our table, when a certain boy ran his smooth finger across my shoulders. I straightened my sitting faster then sound itself, my Truckee's mouth letting out a quiet, "Fuck." I watched them leave, as did everyone else. When the boys were gone, chatting started up again and a prayed to god that no body saw that cheating little boy (Who, I might add was going to cop it later.), doing that to me in public, his lucky I didn't take off his finger. On the other hand, I didn't moan, that's something to be proud of. Oh. That's bringing back memories. Naughty thoughts. Ponies and fairies and innocent thoughts – I didn't have many of those, may I add.
"Well that's it for me. I'm off." I stated, standing up. I knew I wasn't acting myself at this certain time, luckily I didn't talk that much (Outside my head. Hah.), so I was safe to say, they weren't expecting a bullet on a train amount of talking, like example: Emily Davidson. Cough. Cough. I knew they knew that something was up, knowing Emily she was bond to snoop, but hey, I'll make sure I cover my steps well. I walked though those big double doors and out of the tense dining room, (I was extra careful not to trip. Good old converse.) I kept walking until a rounded the cornered and I smirked, seeing the familiar face. I walked past him, he caught on and followed me back up to the dorms. No more Miss Nice Girl. Oh hell, I was never I nice girl, I was just quiet.