Hi! So this is my first story here and I must say I'm a BIG Covenant fan! I'm currently watching it now xD but I would love feedback and reviews!

Also, chapter one won't be rated R but further along there will be warnings when content will be graphic. And I have labeled this story M for a reason, so as you read along you will transgression into more heaiver and more raunchier, gruesome, and opinionated adult themes. I am an adult writer lol 21 years old to be exact and I I don't want my readers to feel uncomfortable in the slightest so I will have a author note that should be read at every chapter if something is going to be set with an adult setting. Thank you!

Disclamer: I do not own the rights nor this movie, I am simply writing FF in my own AU.

Enjoy!

Ana-

Please don't puke. You can do this—keep it down. My face was hunched down into the toilet bowl as my mouth watered with nausea. Trickles of sweat fell from my forehead as it glistened in vitality. Oh, god…this is it. The awful taste of acid and tomato soup came up and poured into the toilet before me. Gagging on the taste as it burned the back of my throat. I wiped my mouth then took a brisk of fresh air as my stomach seemed to calm down. Never again will I eat tomato soup with the flu; it was bad enough I was puking my brains out at 3:00 in the morning. I force my body to stand as I glance around my bathroom. A little vomit was smeared on the side of the toilet bowl but other than that I kept a well-rounded job of keeping most of it inside the bowl. Moving to open the cabinets before me I reach for a purple wash cloth then rinse it under the faucet, letting warm water soak in before washing my face and mouth.

Hastily brushing my teeth then rinsing with a minty mouth wash I clean up the rest of the mess and flick off the bathroom light as I head back out into my room. The alarm clock reads 3:45 now so I don't make any more decisions about staying awake any longer. Good morning! It's 104.7 Kiss-FM and you're listening to John Jay and Rich! Time to wake up and get going on this beautiful sunny day folks! We got a lil' number for you all coming up and that's: Iggy Azalea's 'trouble' featuring Jennifer Hudson! My eyes are weary but somehow I manage to slowly open them and reach over to switch off the music playing from my alarm clock. A deep breath slips through the cracks of my lips and I push aside the covers to make my way into the bathroom. I wash my face with warm water, especially rubbing the cloth over my eyes so they can properly wake up. Staring at my reflection I see a pale face that is round, and two peering icy blue eyes, high cheek bones, pink plump lips that somehow look darker every morning, and soft mousy brown locks that fall just past my elbows.

Throwing my hair into a pony tail I mess with my bangs and side pieces before glancing down at the required uniform for my first day at Spencer's Academy. I've added just a small coat of mascara and burts-bees chap stick before giving the nod of reassurance. Wistful I shrug then kick my boot into the carpet and bite my lip reticently—I wish I knew at least someone; a familiar face wouldn't be so bad would it?

Heading into the kitchen I pop the fridge open and pull out a water bottle. Mom must have left for work already—first day on the job as a diagnostic medical sonographer, or (Ultrasound technician) in shorter terms. I spot a peanut butter granola bar on the counter with a pink note attached. Mel, I'm sorry I couldn't be there to wish you good luck on your first day but I know you'll do great and make friends in no time! I might be home late so if you're hungry you can order a pizza. Just take it out of the mason-jar on top of the fridge. I love you baby! –Mom. I smile and silently wish mom good luck on her first day. I rip a piece off the granola bar packaging as I slide into my car, I open it up then begin eating. Puking last night really parched my appetite and most of my sickness. The fever was gone and all I was left with was a cough now. As I make my way down the road I drive at a steady pace, I don't want to get there too early but I don't wanna be late either. When I arrived the building looked older then time itself. It truly was a remarkable beauty I must admit. Each pillar was mastered in an art work that sculptors could only dream of. Peering over the lawn I spot the parking lot and head in that direction. Without a problem I find a space and pull right in. I turn to the passenger seat and grab my bag and binder before making my exit.

Locking the door behind me I glance down at the map before me. It was only four classes and this was my senior year so by god I was going to learn my way around! This door has to lead to advanced trigonometry, just keep looking for room 101 I thought. Ooof! Dropping my binder I quickly reach down to collect the sundry items in a quick shamefaced manor as I hurry to apologize, "I'm so sorry…honestly, I wasn't really watching where I was going. I'm just trying to find room 101." I admit like any other mundane girl, but my face reads the expression of dolefulness. My rushing was stopped as the person I so rudely bumped into kneeled before me. It was a guy.

He smiled and I paused, oh god he isn't mad?

"It's quite alright," he began, "you read Tess of the d'Urbervilles?" He questioned aloud. I stared briefly then pursed a smile, "it's my favorite." I gushingly admit as I peer into his azure eyes as I took the book from him then placed it back into my arms. He extends a hand out, I gingerly wait then take it as the stranger helps me up. With a soft murmur I note a thank you.

"Chase," he started, "Chase Collins," He pursed his lips into a line and as we shook hands my palm felt tiny and breakable. Honestly I was relieved to get it back as his stare was intense but inscrutable. Chase carried himself well, he was clean cut, and his hair was brown and finely styled. Biting my lip I grin, "Madelyn Stevens but Mel is fine." I preferred Mel always.

"You said you were looking for room 101, correct? I can show you the way," Chase offered, and it was an offer I couldn't refuse. Following along I keep my gaze forward, it was my only way to keep a steady mind of how awkward I felt.

"It's your first day I presume?"

Why were all his answers so query? I deemed silently.

"Yes," I answered. Heading down the hallway was less crowed than I pictured. Maybe people didn't typically prefer advance trig, possibly why the halls were minimized with about fifteen people.

"You like math?" Chase asked.

Trying not to laugh I shook my head, "uh, no. I'm just good at it but it isn't my favorite." I admitted.

"Oh? What do you like?"

"English."

He awed like that surprised him. Coming up to room 101 I felt a wave of relaxation flutter through my stomach. "Well, here we are," he coyly chuckled. Reaching for the knob I was stopped as he had reached for it and turned it open for me.

"After you," he motioned.

I turn to thank him, "thank you for your help."

With just a smile he nodded before walking away.

Welcome to Spencer's, I jeeringly thought.