Disclaimer: I do not own The Covenant or the four Sons. Juliet, her father, and anyone else not in the movie belongs to me however.
The Stalker
Chapter 1: Starting Over
Juliet Carson was snuggled deep under her covers, lost in dreamland. She was dreaming about Gage Winslow, the quarterback at her high school. Gage was just about to kiss her when her father's voice called softly through her closed bedroom door.
"Jules, you're going to be late if you don't wake up now. Jules, honey?" Knocking lightly, he put his hand on the doorknob and went to twist it. Before he could push the door open, Juliet called out sleepily.
"I'm up dad, I'm up." Groaning and rolling over to face the wall, which her bed is pushed against. Jules groaned for two reasons; she remembered she had moved, and she remembered she had to wear a uniform at this new private school. It's not that she disliked private schools; it's the fact that she would be the new kid, plus it's in the middle of the semester.
A few months ago, Juliet's father's sister died. She was wealthy 10 times over, and since her and Juliet's father had been close ever since childhood, she left everything to him. That's how Juliet was able to get "a proper school education so she can go on and get a brilliant future", or so says her father when she asked why she had to switch schools in the middle of the school year. So here she is; in cold rainy Ipswich Massachusetts from bright sunny California, getting ready to be the new kid in one of the most prestigious high schools. No pressure, nope none at all.
After doing her morning routine of showering and getting dressed, she finished her hair and make up, wound her way around most of the still packed boxes, and headed down stairs. Their new house, or mansion, was huge. With 10 bedrooms, 5 bathrooms, a kitchen, laundry room, recreation room, and a few more rooms, it was hard to find her way around. A few minutes later she got to the kitchen to see Aimee, their new French cook, cooking breakfast while Juliet's father sat at the island reading the newspaper.
Smiling a thank you at Aimee when she set her breakfast in front of her, Juliet looked at her father after he cleared his throat.
"So ladybug, I have a question for you." Christopher, Juliet's father said, smiling when Juliet groaned at the childhood nickname. She went as a ladybug once for Halloween when she was five, and Christopher thought it was adorable.
"What about dad?" She asked, nibbling on a piece of toast. Christopher doesn't know, but she rarely ate breakfast. Before they moved, her father left for work even before she woke up in the morning. She started thinking about what she was hiding from her father since ninth grade. If he found out…
"…have in the school? Juliet, did you hear me?" Chris nudged his daughter, and laughed when she shook herself back in the conversation.
"No sorry, I kind of tuned out. What were you saying?" Juliet put down the toast she was playing with, which was now cold, and looked at her father.
"I asked if you wanted to move into the dorms they have at the school. You would have more privacy, and it would give you a chance to get used to living on your own, for when you go to university." Chris picked up the newspaper, and flipped to the back. After reading about the tragedy in the world, he liked to read the funnies.
Shocked that he would let her live away from home, she choked on her orange juice. Christopher loved his daughter to death, and since his wife died giving birth to her, he's been overprotective of Jules to the point of smothering. Now that he's giving her so much space, she started to get suspicious of his motives. After trying to think of reasons as to why he gave her that option, she started to think of how great it would be. Number one reason was that she could hide her…secret…a lot easier from her father.
"Are you serious? I could really move into the dorms? Wait it's the middle of the semester, and everyone is already settled in, there can't be any empty rooms left." Finishing her juice, Juliet wiped her mouth with a napkin and fixed her dad with a questioning look.
"I talked to your Provost; he's like a principal, and he said they have one room left. It's a single, and it's a tiny bit bigger then the rest. I just paid a bit more to get it for you. Your boxes are still mostly packed right? So all we have to do is load them into the car, and transfer them to the dorm. I mean if you wanted to that is, it's up to you."
"Of course I want to!" Jumping down from the island seat, she went to her father and wrapped her arms around his neck. Chris laughed and kissed her forehead, returning the hug. Letting go Juliet ran upstairs to her room and started throwing things into boxes, not even bothering to tape them closed.
As she was doing this, she started to think of her old school. She didn't have many friends, more like just people she talked to in class and in the hallway. Jules was afraid if she made friends, they'd find out about her secret, and then she'd be in a whole lot of trouble. However this was a new start; new place, new school, new Juliet.
A few days ago, she dyed her hair a dark brown. She was a blonde like her mom, but she wanted a change. Along with her new hair color, she had bought a whole new wardrobe. Expensive brand names and accessories. The people at Spenser came from old money. She knew that, she also knew she had to be different, someone she wouldn't normally be. Since she's from new money, she'll have to try twice as hard to fit in.
Oh she knew pretending to be someone you are not is a bad idea, but you see Juliet is smart, like crazy smart. She was born with a photographic memory. Jules could read something once and repeat it word for word, even in a different language. She's not like most girls her age. Jules speaks four different languages. Along with being that smart, she gets a lot of attention from guys. That tends to bring the wrong kind of attention from other girls; jealous hateful attention.
Jules is sick of being the school freak, she wants a boyfriend and friends, and if she has to change to accomplish that, well then she will.
After all of her things were back in their boxes, she stuck her head out of her room and yelled in the general direction of the kitchen "Dad I'm all done, let's get going!".
Turning to her full length mirror, she looked at her reflection and vowed to do whatever it took to keep her secret a secret, and to make friends this year. Nodding once, she grabbed a box and headed downstairs. Senior year was going to be her year.