**I Do Not Own The Covenant. THis is for enjoyment purposes only. Anything in Italics is either Spanish or French. You can find Translations at Google Translator. ENJOY! Read and Review!**
"It's a lot colder this year," said Sara walking across the campus with Caleb and Tyler.
"Yeah, it is. Hopefully it will warm up some," said Caleb pulling Sara closer.
Since the Sons run in with Chase the previous year Caleb had been a little on edge. They entered the building and headed up to their English Lit class. Reid and Pouge were already in the class, sans Kate. Pouge and Kate had been on the outs since the whole Chase thing. Pouge still cared for her, but for the most part she had moved on.
Sarah smiled weakly at Pouge as she left Caleb to go sit with Kate on the other side of the room. Caleb took his seat next to Reid as the teacher walked in. He was new, and not just they new to the classroom; but new to the school. No one had seen him around the school before now.
"Welcome to senior English. My name is Mr. Martin. Obviously I am new here to Spencer Academy," he said.
He was cut off by the door slamming closed behind him. Everyone looked up to see who was walking through the door five minutes after class had started. Mr. Martin turned and eyed the person walking through the door. She didn't lookd detered by the stare.
"And you are?" asked Mr. Martin.
"Late, obvisouly," she said handing him her new student papers.
He nodded and she walked over to where the only empty seat was next to Aaron Abbot. Aaron smiled smugly at his friends as the new girl walked towards him. She glared at him and he turned away from her.
"Well, Miss Kellen, just because you are new to Spencer doesn't excuse you from being late. Why don't you tell us what you think of The Crucible?" asked Mr. Martin.
"Boring," she said looking at the teacher.
"Excuse me?" he asked her.
"B-O-R-I-N-G," she said again, slowly.
A few people in the class started snikering at her response, but it quickly died after a look from the teacher.
"Really, now, why is that?" he asked.
"Because. It is a play about abunch of witches, no matter what it is really talking about. Besides, even though it was written to take place during the Witch Hunts, whether fact of fiction, everyone in that town and around the world who were in search of 'witches' were out of their minds because witches don't exist. They were hanging innocent people because of stupid things. 'This person was outside at midnight, she has to be a witch.'," she said pausing to breathe. "The whole thing in the play was started because stupid girls thought it would be fun."
"Well then," started Mr. Martin.
"And…" she started again.
"Enough," said Mr. Martin holding his hand up. "Ms. Kellen, see me after class."
He eyed her for a few minutes longer before he continued on with his lecture about the play. The class finally ended. The teacher only had to wake Ms. Kellen up twice during it. Everyone iled out of the class except her. She sat in her seat and watched everyone. Once the last person was out of the room Mr. Martin turned and faced her. She had a smiled barely plaing across her face.
"And what do you find funny?" he asked.
"You," she said standing up.
"Oh really?" he asked as she walked down the steps to the main floor.
"Yeah. 'The Crucible'? Really? Could you be any more eager to out us?" she asked.
"I didn't out anybody. They are none the wiser that witches exist. If anyone was going to out you and your friends it was you," he replied.
"Oh really?" she asked mmicing his earlier statement.
"You were bashing the play left and right. Anyone guilting of something will always throw the theory under the bus," he replied. "You need to becareful of what you say."
"I will. If I wanted to out us, I wouldn't do it verbally," she said snapping her fingers making a flame appear at the tip of her thumb.
With a quick waver of her hand it was gone as fast as it had appeared. He shook his head and started collecting his things, "Becareful Portia."
"Always Brian," she smiled walking out of the class.
Portia made her way down the hallway towards her next class. She walked in and found that most of the seats were empty. She climbed the steps to a row and sat down. She opened her notebook and started doodling as she waited for the class to start.
The Sons made their way into the class. Reid was the first to notice Portia.
"Looks like this class will be interesting too," chuckled Reid.
Caleb shook his head and started up the steps to their seats. Reid was about to slide in next to Portia when Pogue pushed him into the row in front of her. Reid mumbled something in Pogue's direction as he sat down.
Portia giggled to herself at the display going on in front of her. She heard a familiar giggle coming from the floor and she looked to see her partners in crime walk through the door.
Jada, Maddy, and Xenia, had spotted Portia sitting in the center section of seats. Jada said something that made Maddy giggle. Xenia looked up to see Portia looking at them.
"She is up there," said Xenia walking towards her life long friend.
Jada sat down next to Portia, Maddy next to her and Xenia on the other side of Portia. It wasn't long after that the teacher walked in. She sat everything down on her desk and turned to take in the class.
Jada leaned over to Maddy and whispered, "Wonder if she is trying to see people instead of blobs. She is old as hell.'
Jada and Maddy giggled. Portia hit Jada's leg, which made her stop immediately. The teacher was staring at them.
"What do you find so funny, ladies?" asked the teacher.
"Nothing. Nothing at all," said Jada.
"Then shut up," she said turning to write something on the boards.
The door opened and closed and a student walked in the room and handed a note to the teacher. The teacher read the note and tossed it in the trash.
"Well, ladies. Looks like you have been summoned to the provosts office," said the teacher. "Jada, Portia, Maddy, and Xenia, take you leave; quietly."
All four girls stood up and walked out of the room. Portia sighing as they walked out of the door.
"What did you do in Brian's class?" asked Xenia as they walked down the hallway.
"Nothing, except state that I absolutely hate "The Crucible," smiled Portia.
"You trying to out us?" asked Xenia.
"Bite me. I didn't give away any secrets," said Portia.
The four of them walked into the Provost's office to find Brian sitting in a chair. He turned around and smiled at Portia and the girls before getting up to leave.
"Ladies, please have a seat," said Provost Higgins.
The all sat down except for Portia.
"Ms. Kellen," said Provost motioning to another seat.
"I am more comfortable standing," said Portia.
The Provost nodded his head and continued, "I called you all in here because Mr. Martin has brought it to my attention that you, Portia, were disruptive in class and that the other three of you skipped your morning classes."
"And you believe him. If he was keeping tabs on us, that means he wasn't in class. But since he said that Portia was disruptive; which doesn't surprise me," said Xenia. "Then he couldn't know where the three of us were."
Xenia smiled a victorious smile knowing she had trapped Brian. Provost Higgins nodded his head and dismissed the girls back to class.
"Do we really have to go back?" asked Portia.
"Yes," said Xenia opening the door.
"Welcome back ladies. You can work with Caleb and his friends," said the teacher turning back to the board.
All four girls walked up to where the boys were sitting. Caleb had looked up at the mention of his name. He watched as they walked up the steps to where the guys were congregating.
"Ladies," said Reid grinning like an idiot.
Pogue reached over and smacked Reid in the back of the head, causing Portia to giggle. All four ladies sat down and they continued with their French project.
"Have I ever said how much I hate French," said Reid.
"Je parie qu'il va dire déteste vraiment français," said Maddy.
"Oui," laughed Portia.
"You speak French?" asked Reid.
"No, we just sound like we do, but everyone French person we have come across understa-" started Maddy. "Why'd you elbow me?"
"Stop being sarcastic," said Xenia.
"Whatever," said Maddy smiling.
"What does this say?" asked Reid handing her the directions.
"Répondez aux questions suivantes sur vous et votre groupe." Mumbled Maddy as she ready the instructions. "Simple, answer the questions about us."
"Oh, said Reid taking the paper back. "Um,"
"Hand it over," said Maddy taking the paper. "Place of birth?"
"Boston," came the answer from the boys.
"Paris," said Maddy writing down her answer.
"California!" said Jada.
"Greece," said Xenia.
"Nashville," said Portia.
"A southern girl," said Reid grinning.
"Yeah, which means I have a high taste in men,' said Portia.
Reid's face dropped at her statement. Maddy rambled off the rest of the questions.
"Secret Talent?" asked Maddy.
The boys eyed each other before mumbling they didn't have one. The girl's eyed them suspiciously before writing down odd things.
"Well that's everything," said Maddy walking the paper down to the teacher.
"Your done?" she asked looking at the answers on the paper.
"Oui," said Maddy.
"So you know how to say yes. How did you get this done before everyone else? This was supposed to take the whole class," said the teacher.
"Vous assumez l'on ne sait pas le français. Ma mere est française," said Maddy turning to go back to her seat.
"Votre groupe peut partir car vous avez fini la mission," said the teacher.
Maddy smiled as she translated and walked back down the steps.
"Peace, Mrs. Peadmont," said Reid as he walked out of her class.
Caleb shook his head as he followed his friend out of the classroom. When he looked up he noticed the girls were gone.
"Wonder where they went," said Reid looking around. "Ah, we can find them at lunch."