Chapter 1: Your typical high school party


Author's Note: I do not, or ever will, own The Covenant or it's characters. This chapter is to introduce you to the life of Elizabeth Worthington. I hope you guys enjoy it!


Your typical high school party. There are plenty of kegs, liquor, and malt beverages for all of the student population to get wasted on while gyrating against each other, discussing the latest gossip, looking to get into a fight, and looking for the next screw. At least those who weren't already currently inside one of the many bedrooms or vehicles on the property were doing so. Some say these things get boring once you've been to them countless times. Show me someone who truly believes that, and I'll show you someone that wasn't welcome. I love parties. They are a bit repetitive with the same people, same type of gossip, and same conflicts, but I cannot help myself. I love to watch. Observing people is one of my hobbies. Let me watch them for ten minutes and I can tell you almost everything there is to know about a person…

"Who is HE?" asked my best friend Annabel stupidly grinning bringing her Smirnoff to her mouth to take another drink as we sat around the fire we started in the backyard.

"Who? Which one?" Grace was now alert, dark blonde hair swinging around, green eyes on the prowl and looking around the faces filling the yard.

"Him." Annabel replied giving a slight tilt of her bottle in the direction of a group of boys talking on the porch surrounded by plenty of gawking girls.

Grace and I followed her gaze to a tall, muscular guy wearing slightly faded blue jeans hanging loosely on his hips and a light blue polo helping to define his arms and chest muscles. He had white blonde hair, really tan, with light colored eyes. He somewhat reminded me of someone I had once known. I watched as he brought one of the red plastic cups to his mouth, grinning, and talking to a couple of his buddies. He had this boyish charm about him, seemingly innocent but rugged.

"Freshman." I simply replied.

"No way." Grace retaliated with a look of shock on her face, "Why is it that all the younger boys are looking too damn fine for their age?"

"Puberty's coming earlier and earlier nowadays, I suppose." Annabel stated, "Oh, well. I ain't 18 yet…" She drifted off clearly thinking some naughty thoughts.

"ANNABEL!!" Grace and I chided.

"Oh, come on Elizabeth, you have no room to talk! You know for a damn fact that if the boy were striking enough that you would do him no matter what!" Annabel retaliated.

"Did you just say 'striking'? I definitely do not know you." I grinned widely turning my attention back to the boy, "He is hot though, I'll give him credit on that, but I like my men just that…MEN!"

Annabel hadn't taken her eyes off of the boy throughout my entire banter but just sat there grinning brainlessly. I think the "bitch beer" was getting to her.

"You gonna go talk to him or what, girl?" Asked Grace.

She brought up her left arm not holding her bottle to place on her knee and rested her face in her palm, still grinning and sighing all the same.

"Oh, goodness, you want me to go and initiate the conversation again, huh?" I asked in my Southern drawl.

She brought her eyes to mine and grinned even bigger, not once moving her head.

"Oh, come on girl, I cannot be the one getting you ass ALL of the time, you gotta put some work in it too you know."

"Oh, I put work in it, just not in the conversation part of it all." She stated in a simple manner, "And besides, Jason is over there, you can easily get your way into the discussion."

"Oh, come on, get your ass up." I surrendered while pushing off the log to stand up, swaying slightly with a half-empty bottle of Vodka grasped in my hand.

I dusted the back of my light blue faded jean mini skirt and straightened out my dark blue ribbed halter top, pushing my honey brown waves out of my face. I turned slightly to offer my free hand to Annabel who gracefully grabbed it and bounced up almost knocking me backward into the fire beneath. Grace slowly lifted herself up as well following behind me as I walked toward the porch.

"E!" Jason exclaimed, "I got your poison right here, baby!"

"Oh, really, and what would that be, Sugar?" I smiled as I sauntered over to him.

He was really a gorgeous guy. He was a senior like us, played football, baseball, and lifted weights daily to maintain that beautiful, sculpted body. I would know, I love running my fingers down his naked chest and abdomen and grab those tight deltoids and biceps when we… never mind, back to reality. His short brown hair was swept freely and his hazel eyes glistened from surrounding lights. I glanced from his smiling eyes downward to see that he was sitting on one of the chairs with a slip of mirror in his hand, skillfully chopping up some white powder into thinner particles with a razorblade. I could get anything I wanted from him. He had too much money, as did my family; however, it doesn't mean that I like to spend it. When it came to drugs, he was my supplier, and I never had to pay a dime. I gave him more than necessary with my body, and it wasn't like it was an actual payment for anything. I love feeling his bare skin on mine. He was honestly one of the best lays that I have ever had, and he couldn't get enough of me. All the people were gathered around him on the back porch waiting for their turn. Please like they were really going to get one.

I felt a nudge in my side from Annabel. I glanced over to her to see her moving her eyes to my right. There stood hot freshman boy. I rolled my eyes inwardly and sighed shifting my body more towards him smiling my friendly smile. He was talking to one of the other guys that I think was a sophomore though on the varsity team. I gently raised my hand to brush his shoulder slowly grazing it down his arm to his fingertips where I grazed his with mine. He stopped mid sentence to look over at me and smiled, not a grin, but an authentic smile. He did have a beautiful smile. "I don't think we have formally met, my name is Elizabeth Worthington."

"Beau Lawerance."

I moved a little closer to him, brushing my body up against him as I stood on my toes to whisper in his ear, "You've got quite the audience, my dear. My girl Annabel thinks you are a doll."

He brushed his cheek up against mine nuzzling his nose against my jaw line bringing his free hand up to brush my hair from my ear as he leaned in closer, "Damn, and here I was thinking that it was you who wanted me…" He leaned back grinning seductively. Smooth. I got to give it to him. He was an absolute doll! I grinned back at him, biting my bottom lip and tilted my head back toward Annabel who was talking to Grace. He nodded his head in affirmation.

"Hey Annabel," I called extending my arm backward catching her forearm my icy blue eyes never leaving his cerulean ones, "I got someone I want you to meet." She slightly stumbled towards us coming to stand by my side, Grace somewhat behind her. "Annabel, this is my new friend Beau. Beau, Annabel."

She changed the bottle to the other hand as she extended her now empty one, "Hi." God, she was good at acting all innocent. This boy is in trouble.

"Nice to meet you," he declared, grasping her hand into a handshake then pulling her closer to him to wrap his arm around her shoulders and huddled into her ear to whisper something. She giggled at the comment. Sure she was a ditsy, petite girl with long blonde curls that reached her mid back, but she knew how to play the game. She wasn't stupid.

I turned to look at Grace as she rolled her eyes, for she was thinking the same thing that I was. We both grinned at each other. That boy has no idea what he's getting into. We looked at each other for another couple moments then started chuckling.

"Hey, E! I got your present waiting on you baby, come and get it," I turned to Jason still chuckling. On his mirror, he had four fat lines of the white powdery substance staring back at me waiting, taunting if you will. "On your knees." He finished grinning ear to ear.

My smile instantly turned into a fake scowl as I stood there glaring at him, my lips slowly turning into a smirk. I lowered myself and "walked" toward him on hands and knees with a seductive look on my face getting to his legs as I grasped his ankles and slowly moved my hands upward on his tanned skin to the outside of his khaki clad thigh as I snatched the cut straw from his hands. His jaw dropping obviously turned on. He slowly raised his hands to cup my face then slid them to the back of my head in order to keep my hair from falling into my amused face. I placed the straw into my right nostril and ducked my head down to the mirror placed on his left thigh as I held my breath, my eyes never leaving his, and snorted the fat line of cocaine, tilting my head back and blinking a couple times, sniffling.

"Another?" he asked.

Again I smirked and placed the straw up my left nostril, replicating the process. I plugged my fingers to my nose and snorted once more making sure that I had not wasted any. I sat back on my feet as he rubbed one of his fingers over the leftover dust and brought it to my lips rubbing the remainder along my gums. He sat there, eyes never leaving mine, hand lingering on my face, with a glazed look in his eyes. Was it lust or the drugs, I honestly couldn't tell at this point. I felt the "drip" coat my throat making its way downward, waiting to feel the euphoria that was sure to come. I smiled and mouthed a 'thank-you' before pushing myself upward, bringing my vodka with me. Grace was standing there next to me. "Your turn," I stated as I patted her on her shoulder.

She glanced to Jason who nodded and offered her the straw. She took her two lines as I held her hair out of her face. Hey what can I say? I take care of my girls! She clamped her hand in mine allowing me to pull her up. We both bent down to give him a kiss on the cheek and watched as he continued to chop up some more of the substance. I would definitely be good for a couple of hours after that.

"COPS!" A drunk guy whose name I can't remember called out as he swaggered onto the back porch.

Or maybe not. Damnit. Why did they always have to try to come and ruin our fun?

"Who is it?" Inquired Grace.

"I think it might be Collin, he shaved his head?" Answered the guy.

She looked to me with a pleading look, "You going to handle this or am I going to get arrested…Again?"

"Please girl that was one time…" I replied.

"Two."

"Whatever, why is it that I always have to handle these situations?"

"Because you're good at it…and not to mention, he's in love with you!"

"Is not."

"Is too," she retorted.

We walked to the front of the house, I could see the blue and red lights flashing through the window. "Hey everyone, stay in the house. Step away from the alcohol, and don't do anything stupid until this is all handled, okay!?" I yelled.

All I heard was 'Yeah' and 'Sure' from a variety of people. I huffed and walked outside onto the front porch, Grace walking with me.

"Hey there, Collin. What are you doing all the way out here?" I inquired.

He was leaning up against the front of the cop car, preoccupied, watching some poor kid puke by the doorstep. Grace followed his gaze, mumbled something, and walked over to the kid telling him to take it around back. She was back by my side within a minute.

"We got some folks calling complaining about the noise."

"Yeah, since there are SO many people that live way out here. You ain't gotta lie to me. I know why you're here, and it ain't for your job." I winked at him.

"Elizabeth, you've got to stop it! When I am working, I need you to quit that!"

"So then why are you here, you going to arrest me?" I smirked.

"Depends, what have you been doing?"

"Oh, you know a little of this," I raised my bottle, "A little of that," I glanced over at

Grace smiling sharing a knowing look. "I'm sure we can get into some more trouble if you're looking to cuff someone!" We slightly chuckled, trying to hold it in while Collin didn't look too happy about the situation.

"I need to look inside the house, Grace, and make sure that there aren't any illegal activities going on."

"You mean besides underage drinking?" She snorted.

"You know what I mean, Grace."

I chimed in, "Why don't you forget about all that mess," applying pressure to his chest with my open palm while stepping towards him, sliding it roughly up to his shoulders and to the back of his dark blonde, shaved head, "and concentrate on me…" I stepped up and slightly bent his head toward me to lightly brush my lips over his while my other hand placed my vodka on top of the car and ran my fingers down his side to his belt grasping the handcuffs and pulling them out, "we can even try these out! I haven't had the opportunity yet!"

Collin inched closer to my mouth ready to devour me until I stepped backward, cuffs in hand, twirling them around my index finger. Grace snickered behind me, her hand covering her lips as she tried to choke back the laugh. He seemed to be having a war with himself until he finally let go. His strong arms wrapped me, hands roughly grasping my hips and pulling them forward into his own. He was grinning menacingly, his blue eyes sparkling, searching mine. My hands fluttered to his waist. He bent his neck down angling it, inching forward again. One of his hands forcefully grabbing a handful of hair, pulling my neck backward so that I had to look up at him. He slowly took control of my lips, nibbling at my bottom one, gently sliding his tongue into my mouth massaging it with mine. He brought me out of the kiss just as gently as he took it, staring into my dilated pupils. I trailed my index finger down the center of his chest to his abdomen into the waist of his uniform pants. Grace was just sitting back enjoying the show. I turned to her and lifted an eyebrow asking the question she already had the answer to. "Guest bedroom, top floor at the end of the hall. I closed it off in case of emergencies! Key is on the doorframe." She winked at me and giggled, turning and skipping into the front door.

I turned back to Collin and noticed the want in his eyes. He might have been 21, but I didn't care. Age ain't nothing but a number, right? He might be my brother's best friend, but like that has stopped me before. The warmth and sincerity of his kisses mixed with the roughness of his body always overwhelmed me to the point where I could get lost in him. He placed his hand over mine, interlocking our fingers, and tilted his head to the door telling me to lead the way. I walked ahead, dragging him along, smirking to myself. Tonight was going to be a great night!



His warmth enveloped me. I lay there naked amidst the messy blankets on my back, arms outstretched, him on his side, head on my shoulder, hands claiming my body with the dead weight of his arm. He had actually fell asleep right after. Some police officer. He was supposed to be on duty. I scoffed. Well I had performed my good deed for the night. I was not tired. Even though I had been drinking before, the stimulant that I had taken heightened me. There was no way I was going to go to sleep right now. There was still a party raging downstairs… 'Oh my God!' I grinned happy with myself as an idea popped in my head. Lucky for me, Collin is a heavy sleeper. Thank God he doesn't erratically snore!


"Job's done ladies!" I exclaimed coming down the stairs, twirling a key ring around my finger. "Who cares to take a ride?"

Annabel and Beau were making out on the couch; of course she was dominating, straddling him while his hands roamed up and down her back, occasionally down to her ass to pull her into his hips. Boys. Grace was leaning against the bar by the kitchen in conversation with a couple of our classmates, drinking some beer from the keg, her lips stretching into a large grin, shaking her head as she noticed me. Annabel finally unlocked her relaxed mouth from Beau to look at me. She eyed the keys that I was shaking around and had a satisfied grin, and then it turned into shock. "He is going to let you take the patrol car?"

Maybe she was stupid. "Do you honestly believe that he would LET me take his car after

I had been drinking, or in any case, at all?"

"Umm…"

I rolled my eyes knowing that she wasn't joking. "Get your ass up and come on. You too, Grace, let's see if we can make it three…" I smirked evilly thinking about our earlier discussion.

"Can Beau come, too?" Annabel inquired, still not moving from her seat on his lap.

"If he can handle it." I moseyed behind the couch to lean and whisper seductively in his ear, "Can you handle it, doll?" I nibbled his earlobe a little as I asked the question.

I looked at Annabel who was watching me, smiling at Beau's response to my flirtations. She could see the shock in his eyes as it registered what we were going to be doing. Then he looked at Annabel and grinned. Yes, we were corrupting the boy and he was not complaining... He glanced back up at me, "Let's get out of here!"

"Great, first I need a fix, JASON!"

"Yeah, baby?" He called from his spot outside.

"Get your fine ass in here!" I demanded.

He came from the back door into the living room. I gave him a knowing look. He reached into his pockets, pulling out a small packet of coke waving it in my face. I nodded, he grinned, "What do I get?"

"The best ride of your life?" I stated as if it were common knowledge.

"Sounds good!" He shrugged and sat down on the couch by the couple, setting everything up on the coffee table.

Annabel, Grace, and I took turns enjoying our free entertainment. Jason and Beau just watched in amazement. Others looked; no one really cared, for Jason wasn't donating any for them.

"Alright guys, that was great, now let's get the hell out of here before Collin wakes up."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, baby. We had a deal." Jason raised himself off the couch, eyeing me from my face to my toes then back up.

"I know, and I'm complying. Now quit whining and let's go!" I turned to walk to the door.

"Hey, E?" Grace drawled out in a sing-song voice.

"Yes, Gorgeous?"

"You gonna put some clothes on or what?"

I looked down to see that I had put on my halter and my light blue boy shorts, but forgot my skirt. I glanced back up and shrugged my shoulders, "Um, no! I don't want to risk waking him up. He'll wake soon once he realizes that I'm gone, so if we're going to do this, then we better get to doing it!"

"Here, here" Grace raised her cup, chugging the rest and dumping the container in the trash.

We filed out of there quickly, hootin and hollerin along the way racing to the patrol car. I noticed my unfinished vodka still sitting on the hood. I swiftly snatched it before Jason or the girls could grab it and sprinted to the driver's seat, shoving the key into the ignition and turning, hearing the delightful growl that followed. Grace grabbed shotgun, while Annabel sat between the two boys in the back. "Hey, E?"

"Yes, Jason?"

"Why is it that Collin isn't coming out cussin' and makin' a fuss?"

"Probably cause I handcuffed him to the bed…" I answered coyly.

Laughter erupted throughout the car as I pulled the gear to reverse and sped backwards coming to an abrupt stop inches away from a tree. All was silent for a moment. Beau just looked at me with wide eyes. "Hang on to your britches ladies and gentlemen!"

I put the car into drive and slammed my foot on the accelerator, screeching tires and throwing rocks from the driveway while Grace turned on the sirens that wailed loudly. Collin has to be awake by now. I chuckled to myself.

There are several things that I love about the Texas nights. They're warm, sure, but when you live in the country, the night sky has this impact on you. The stars shine so fiercely as the moon glows brightly. You can turn your headlights off and still see where you are heading. And that's how we were for about thirty minutes. We did not have a care in the world. We just hung back, relaxed, giggling, laughing, talking; occasionally taking swigs of the vodka that I assumed was empty by now while I drove at a comfortable speed down the country roads I knew like the back of my hand. I never wanted it to end, but of course there's always something that comes along to ruin it.

And that something was the police car, lights flashing, sirens blaring, sprinting behind us fast. "Pull over," Grace waved her hand casually toward the side of the road, "It was fun while it lasted."

I switched on the headlights and began to pull over. Wait a second, there's only one person that could be. The car behind me went to pull over as well, and when it parked and I saw who was coming out of it, I lowered my foot to the accelerator once again spitting debris as I howled. "What the hell are you doing?" Beau screamed from the backseat.

"Having fun," I stated nonchalantly increasing my speed, coming to a road I knew well, I lowered my speed enough to drift onto it. The path was dirt and exceedingly rocky, but I handled it well. Grace, Annabel, and Jason were bouncing up and down laughing, hollering. Beau sat there with a scared look in his eyes, gripping onto what he could.

"What's wrong, baby, I thought you said you can handle it? I promise you'll be fine, I'll take care of you."

His expression relaxed as he began to enjoy the excitement. I drifted onto another road, the occupant in the car behind me no more on my tail but still chasing. We continued like this for another ten minutes before I slammed on my brakes, giggling, grabbing the emergency brake and swerving the car in the opposite direction so that I was face to face with the other car. It stopped. Barely. The door was thrown open, and an angry man stepped out kicking rocks, mumbling some obscenities coming toward us. I turned off the ignition, unbuckled my seatbelt, and waited. Everyone in the car laughing. "WHAT THE HELL, ELIZABETH?" He yelled at me.

My door was jerked open, and I felt a tug on my arm that could have thrown me pretty far had it not jerked me back to the individual. My door slammed shut as I was thrust face first into it, my hands being shoved behind my back. The man placed handcuffs around my already sore wrists and turned me around by my shoulders pushing me back into the side of the car, "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?" He again interrogated.

My mouth had been tight lipped the entire time until that moment, when I saw his infuriated expression. I doubled over laughing. His look intensified as he asked, "What's so damn funny?" He glanced downward, "And WHAT are you WEARING?"

At this the entire vehicle erupted with laughter once more. I finally held in my chuckles to answer. "I was just thinking that this is the second time tonight I have been cuffed." I giggled some more, "And I didn't know that you liked it so rough, David." I giggled even more loudly.

His eyes widened. His head turned to Grace's white Toyota Corolla skidding to a halt behind David's police vehicle. Collin jumped out of the car running toward us. I swayed slightly and stumbled. David averted his attention back to me. "Are you DRUNK?"

"Chill big brother, I'm okay to drive." I slurred.

Collin was closer now coming up to us at a light jog. My brother's arm flung forward to catch him in his left jaw throwing him to the ground. "Damnit, Collin, what were YOU thinking? You are supposed to be working and instead you sleep with my SISTER?"

"Step-sister…" I corrected with emphasis on the 'step'.

His livid eyes turned toward me again, and I closed my mouth into a fine line as if telling him he wouldn't be hearing anymore from me. Collin came out of his daze looking awkwardly at David, rushing to tell him anything, "I didn't mean for any of this to happen, David, I swear. I got a call about a complaint, and it turned out to be Grace's house, and Elizabeth was there, and… IT JUST HAPPENED. When I woke up I was handcuffed to the bed and my keys were gone!"

I glimpsed downward to his right wrist to see that the handcuffs were still firmly attached to his right wrist. I chuckled. David noticed this as well and huffed while taking his key to unlock it sliding it off his raw limb. "You've got to be more careful!" He reprimanded.

David once again put his attention on me. "Do you have ANY idea how many laws you broke tonight?"

"I can think of a couple…" I drawled.

"Well first, you are a minor consuming alcohol, and I'm not positive that's all you've been doing, you stole a fucking police vehicle, drove while intoxicated, evading the police…"

"I get it Bro, can I take them back now?"

"I cannot keep doing this, Elizabeth! You continue to get into trouble, and I am the one who constantly has to put my ass on the line to get you out of it! I'm telling our parents about this."

"You mean MY mother and YOUR father. They in no way qualify as OUR parents!" I retaliated.

He sighed heavily, surrendering. "Come on yall, let's get ya home." He opened the backdoor letting the two guys and Annabel out while Grace climbed out the passenger side. David unlocked the cuffs carefully detaching them. Everyone was now silent walking to Grace's car, "I'm following you back, and drive SLOW, please."

"Yes, sir!" I saluted and trudged to the car myself.

David gave Collin another stern look, "Get your ass back to the station. This will NOT happen again, ya hear?"

"Yeah, D, sorry man." Collin answered sliding into the car and driving off.


"Mom, this is COMPLETELY unfair!!"

"Elizabeth, I cannot have you continue doing these things. You could have killed someone, or even yourself! You are going to live with your father and that's FINAL!"

"But-"

"Don't. I cannot carry on this argument; the arrangements have already been made!"

"Mom, PLEASE, I promise I will be better. I won't get into anymore trouble! This is my last year of high school and it is already three weeks in. I have worked so hard to get this far, please, you cannot send me back to live with Dad!" I pleaded.

"There's nothing I can do. It's either this or Juvie, your brother cannot persist in risking his career to keep you out of trouble. Now get upstairs and pack, you are leaving on Thursday."


I got the idea of this story by listening to Zakk Wylde's music. It just put me into the writing mood. Ha! Ha! The next chapter will begin to let you know how the boys fit into the situation. I already have some chapters written, I would just like to see what you think before I post them, so please READ AND REVIEW!