A/N: Hi, it's my first time writing or typing technically a T-rated story especially about Covenant. Of course, my favorite character is Reid being sexy as he is. I hope you enjoy my story. And if you do, please review. It means a lot to me and if I'm in my right mind, I'll respond back which I'm really terrible at. And if you don't like it, please tell what's wrong with it and I don't really care if it's offending. Hey, you're expressing your voice. Well, have a good time reading!
Summary: Cassy was used to the party life that New York had to offer. But when a mysterious scandal spills out, she leaves along with the rest of her family to Ipswich, leaving behind her past she wanted to be away from. As she starts to fit in with the people at Spenser's, she finds that you don't need to kill yourself with drugs to have a good time. But still even with the Sons of Ipswich she can't escape the people and her life at New York. Never say never...or it'll end up biting your ass, Cassy.
So, this is Ipswich, Massachusetts. It's really small…but I've got to say that it is beautiful even more beautiful than Central Park. I peered through the tinted glass as I was being taken to Spenser's, a boarding school. As usual, I'm in a uniform like all private schools demand that you wear. This wasn't a surprise.
Looking down at my lap, I saw my blackberry beaming with light saying that there have been zero missed calls or any calls in general. Again this wasn't a surprise. They probably wouldn't stand to even hear my voice after the scandal. Tossing it in the seat next to me, I knew that they didn't need me, and I surely didn't need them.
I know…you may be thinking who is this stupid girl rambling on and on. I'm Cassandra Kline, the proud daughter of Andrew and Elizabeth Kline who are the owners of a powerful technology company, Power Corps. And, yes, I'm another one of those spoiled kids. I'm not proud of that, but it does work at my advantages sometimes. You may also be wondering why I'm here. Let's just say, some things needed to be left behind, that and also society has shunned me because of a stupid rumor that turned into a blowout scandal. I've gotten used to it, so I feel all right unlike what I was feeling in the car ride to Ipswich.
As the sky bled red and orange masking the innocent blue that dissolved away, the sun was the only one looking down upon everything that touched the earth. Cars were lined up in front of the other, making sure they didn't lose it each other. Bags and cases were loaded into the trunks. People surround those who were leaving. Good byes were said and hugs were made mandatory for the departures. Still...why did it still hurt to leave? Hiding my weeping eyes behind my sunglasses, I was glooming inside the limo. I hated them. I hated society. I didn't see any of the people I used to call "friends" outside as I took a glance out through the black tinted windows. That doesn't shock me.
"Miss Kline, every thing's ready to leave. Your parents are in their limos."
I didn't give the driver a response, an answer that I showed him that I acknowledged him. I didn't care anymore. That stupid scandal was my end and my beginning: an end to this stupid society based life and a new life outside where I could feel...clean. Hearing the entire engines roar, the cars started to drive away from the city, leaving the bright lights that gleamed and winked at our leaving backs. Was this a bad thing…to leave? Do I really belong to that place? Or do I belong somewhere else?
I needed to leave; so all those bad memories would die away. That place…that society had made my mother a pill-popper and my dad an alcoholic. Myself? Well, I experienced my first drink of alcohol at the age of fourteen, but it hasn't taken over my life like my father who has to drink a bottle of whiskey every night so he won't get angry. But now, they've been clean for about a half of month so far. We all hope that they stay like that.
"Miss Kline, we've arrived at Spenser's. I'll be picking you up at four o'clock like your parents have ordered."
"Thank you, Mr. Pennington," I said as I looked at him through his rear mirror and gave him a smile. He smiled back as he nodded me a goodbye. I got out of the car myself as I slung my bag over my shoulder. So, I have my own driver…yes, my case of spoiled-rotten rich kid is that bad. In the daytime, it's mandatory from my parents, so I have no say, but, at night, it doesn't really matter...but now I have my own car so I don't have to worry about having driver anymore.
As my boots clicked while I stood up and turned around, I saw the black limo drive off, winking at me with its red taillights. I couldn't find anything else to wear besides boots, because we still haven't unpacked everything. And I know I'm far from being done. It took me just two hours finding my bag. So, much for a new start.
Walking up to the front door of the prestigious academy, I took out my camera and took a picture of the scenery. Again, it was very breathtaking. It's better than the zooming cars and gray, cloudy weather. Zooming in, I saw two guys in my camera screen. They were both tall: one blond and one brunet. They looked like they were arguing with their slanted eyes. Gulping, I saw the brunet clench his fist to him. Then, the blond opened his hand and suddenly the trashcan next to him started to float. On accident, my finger hit the trigger button, taking a snapshot at the defying gravity view. Hearing the snap from my camera, the two guys saw my running figure as I scrambled to the door.
Whoa! I haven't had a sip of alcohol, so I know that I'm not hallucinating. Am I going crazy? "Ah, Miss Kline, I see you arrived on time," I heard as I was stopped from my amazement. Looking up, my hair escaped from behind my ears, falling onto my rosy cheeks. Offering a meek smile, I saw the man that my driver told was Provost Higgins. "Ah, yes, sorry for any inconveniences with my school files transfer," I said as I pulled myself together.
"It's all fine. Now, if you'll walk this way, I'll take you to get your class schedule," he smiled, putting his hand behind my back politely. I nodded as I pulled on the strap of my bag back onto my shoulder. He seemed nice, better than my old principal. She was horrible unless you paid her enough money.
After getting everything, which was my schedule and my books, I was walked to my Government class. As the provost was talking to the teacher, my curious eyes looked up at the seated classmates who were gazing down at me with the same amount of curiosity. I hope it won't turn out like before at my last school.
Putting my hand over my camera that was inside my bag, I remembered the photo I took. I promised myself that I would take another look at it at lunch just to prove to myself if it was real or not. The provost told me that I would be taken care of now as he left me to the wolves…okay, I'm joking…more like hungry lions with the way that guy with the curly hair was looking at me. Shuddering, I felt just violated by his eyes. It's so disgusting. The teacher looked at me with welcomed eyes and said, "Welcome to Government, Miss Kline. I'm Mr. McClelland. Would you sit up there next to Miss Laurence?"
Nodding, I walked up the steps. My eyes picked up an out of place foot that belonged to a frizzy haired girl. Being myself of course, I pretended not to notice it and stomped hard on it with my sharp heel. You should never mess with me especially on my first day. Hearing a muffled scream and a crack, I continued my way up to the place where that girl was who was waving at me. She whispered hey to me, which I did as well. Setting my bag down, I sat down next to the girl whose last name was Laurence.
The girl next to me finally introduced herself as Jenny. Luckily, we found out that I was her new roommate. She was a nice person as she explained that this teacher tended to talk too much, but the class wasn't all that hard. Nodding, I smiled as she asked, "Where did you transfer from?
"Um, New York," I said as if it didn't matter but it did to me.
"Really, it must be so exciting to be from there with all the fashion, the parties, and the boys," she giggled.
Shrugging, I just answered, "It's nothing really all that…pleasant."
We paid attention to the teacher as two guys walked inside. Mr. McClelland frowned as he said; "It's nice to see you gentlemen on time."
"Sorry, Mr. McClelland," said the brunet. Suddenly, I gasped quietly, noticing it was the same guys I had taken a picture of. I lowered my head as I kept my eyes on them.
"Yeah, same here too, Mr. C.," grumbled the blond guy.
The two received a warning as they made their way to their seats, which were two rows down from us. They didn't notice me luckily. I hope I won't get into trouble. I seriously don't need it.
P.S.: I've updated my profile and bio with pictures of upcoming characters and the boots Cassy wore when she walked over Kira's foot with!