Disclaimer: I don't own The Covenant.
A/N: I put a picture of Vada in my profile. Except picture her with a centered lip ring, two anti-eyebrow piercings and a bindi piercing. I also put pictures of Stacey there too.
Reform School Girl by Cara Mascara
Chapter 1: Germaine Lawrence
I saw the silver Mustang pull up to the front parking lot as I sat in the lobby, looking out the window of Germaine Lawrence Girls School. I rubbed my lips together, the ring in the center of the lower gliding across the chapped skin of the top. I turned away as he climbed out of the car, pocketing his keys and ascending the stone steps outside.
A second later, the big oak door creaked open and he stepped inside, looking around as he pushed the door closed behind him. He smiled at me as his eyes caught mine, but I just stared back blankly. Don't smile at me you fucking cunt. Just because you're getting me out of here, doesn't mean I fucking like you.
"Oh, you must be Caleb?" Ramona, the secretary said from behind her big cherry wood desk said as she eyed him up and down. You're too fat, too short, too saggy sister, so don't get any ideas. Not to mention how you're about twenty years older then him.
"Yes m'am," Caleb answered, flashing his million-dollar smile at her and offering his hand. She looked ready to cream her granny panties right then and there as she giggled and blushed. I snorted and crossed my arms over my chest as I slumped back in my chair. He eyed me warily before turning his attention back to Ramona the Retard.
"Well, if you'll just fill out this form, you'll be all set to take Vady home. She's really been a… joy."
"Don't call me that you fucking cow," I grumbled. She heard me. I could see it as her face fell slightly, but that stupid rosy cheeked, jolly Mrs. Claus smile still stayed on her lips only faltering a bit. Caleb on the other hand glared at me.
"Vada," he hissed my name.
"Blow me," I snapped at him before pulling my headphones, which had been hanging around my neck, over my ears. I clacked my gum purposely, knowing how much Caleb hates when I do it, being sure to blow bubbles by inhaling the thin layer of gum and popping them in my mouth, putting the icing on the annoyance cake.
Caleb sat in the chair facing Ramona's desk and scribbled things down on the pink release form attached to the clipboard. He turned the page and stopped. "Excuse me, but what's this bill for? My mom said she'd already sent a check for the month," he asked Ramona, showing her the white slip of paper underneath the pink.
"Oh, well that's a bill for the damages. After your phone call last night, Vada went a little rampant in her room. Like a bull in a China shop." Enough. I turned the volume of my MP3 player as loud as it could go, ignoring the look Caleb gave me. So what? I broke a few lamps and shattered a few mirrors. Like this stupid school doesn't have the money to fix it.
And what the fuck did they expect? I get a shitty phone call form Mr. Perfect over there that basically said, 'hey sis, Dad's dead. Mom wants you home, but she can't call herself because she can't stand you. You're coming to my faggy prep school.' Was I supposed to be happy about that?
Caleb handed the clipboard back to Ramona and smiled at the fatty. I saw her lips moving and Caleb stood up from his chair, shaking her hand again, then turning to me and nodding his head towards the door. I pushed myself out of the seat and grabbed my suitcase, wheeling it behind me. I stopped as Caleb pulled the door open and turned around to see a few of the office attendants and some of the schoolgirls lurking around the lobby. "Fuck you all!" I announced with a bitter smile, displaying two high-held middle fingers, then turned around and pulled my suitcase out the door of my old school and towards Caleb's shiny Mustang. I don't even have a car. Why the hell would I need one though? I can't even leave the school without three supervisors on my ass the whole time.
Germaine Lawrence is an all girls school, made to 'give your teens a second chance'. Bullshit. Made to get your misguided daughters out of your hair. The school's opened all year around. It houses grades 6-12. We only get to go home for major holidays, and three spread out weeks during the summer. It's basically juvie without the label and a few psych ward rejects in it too. Most of the girls are there for misbehavior, me being one of them. A few for eating disorders, about five for suicide attempts and one for being a fucking nymphomaniac.
I grabbed the handle of my suitcase and slung it into the backseat, not giving a damn if it messed up his leather interior. He can just bite me. I pushed the passengers seat back into place and sat down, crossing my arms over my and staring out the window, GG Allin's vulgar lyrics to 'Sluts in the City' blaring in my ears. I suddenly felt my headphones get ripped from my ears though and I whipped my head around to face Caleb, trying to snatch them back.
"Did you hear a word I was saying?" he asked, a look of pure annoyance on his face.
"What the hell do you think?" I snapped back. Caleb unplugged my headphones from my MP3 and tossed them out the window before driving away. "You fucking douche!" I yelled, turning my body to look out the back window so I could see the black piece of technology on the side of the road. Damn it.
"Well you need to listen. This attitude has to stop and so does this stupid, tough girl act. Mom's putting you in Spenser. They aren't gonna stand for it, it's as simple as that. And you're going to board there. I'm having Tyler and Reid keep and eye on-"
"Please," I laughed. This has to be some kind of joke. "Reid? Keep an eye on me? More like keep his dick in me." Hey, it's happened before, and it's bound to happen again. Reid's hot, I'm hot. We like sex. So it just goes. "And Tyler? How many times do I have to make that pussy cry before he stays out of my face?" So I haven't actually made Tyler cry since we were like fifteen, but I still did it.
"Would you just stop!?" He shouted at me?! That fucking fag seriously just shouted at me?! Who the hell does he think he is? "This is serious! You have no idea how dangerous the fifth is and we can't have you this far away from home! So you're going to have to make some changes, first things first, your damn attitude!" I scowled at Caleb.
"You're not my father." He looked at me with a disbelieving expression on his face.
"Oh grow up Vada." And that was it. The two of us didn't speak the rest of the car ride to Ipswich. We sat in utter silence, not even the sound of the radio to occupy our hearing. So much tension. I won't lie, I love it.
I love being the cause of fights. I love making people uncomfortable. Call me sadistic, but it's amazing knowing you have that much power over other people's free will. I'm as manipulative as they come and possibly the source of most of my family's drama.
It was only about an hour until we pulled up to the Danvers Mansion. Here we go. I followed after the fearless leader and he opened the tall door, revealing the tidy inside of the oversized house.
I walked upstairs right past my brother, not even giving him a second glance, lugging a suitcase behind me. I hope the wheels were scraping Evelyn's perfect hard cherry wood flooring.
-Thump, thump, thump, thump- I reached the top of the stairs, stopping to stare at Evelyn for a minute before simply brushing right past her and going into my bedroom. –Slam-
Like I want to be here. Like I really fucking want to be at this pathetic fucking house with my pathetic fucking excuse for a family. Not that I want to be at Germaine Lawrence either. But I certainly don't want to be here.
I didn't bother unpacking. I have to lug this shit to Spenser tomorrow anyway. Bull fucking shit. I'm so pissed off.
-Caleb's POV-
I sighed as I heard Vada's door slam. It's going to be a long school year, that's for sure. I can't even believe Spenser accepted her. I wonder how much money Mom had to shell out. Speaking of, she walked down the stairs toward me now, already looking exhausted from Vada.
"She's starting already," Mom said, shaking her head.
"She's just upset. You know how close she was to Dad…" I'd always envied her. She was Daddy's perfect little angel. At least until he started abusing The Power. That's when she started acting out. I never blamed her for her behavior. I blamed it on my father.
I always wonder how she'd be if Dad hadn't started Using so much. She'd probably be a straight A student at Spenser, like me. There's no doubt in my mind that my sister is intelligent. You can see it when she rants about the government. It's just that she doesn't apply herself at all anymore in school. She doesn't care.
I headed upstairs after watching my mother disappear into the sitting room. I suppose she isn't cooking tonight. I can run to Nicky's and get some food though. I knocked on Vada's door.
"What?!" I heard her snap from the inside. I shook my head and leaned against the doorframe.
"I'm going to Nicky's to get some dinner. What do you want?" A second later the door swung open and I almost fell into her room. She almost smiled, but caught herself and instead walked out, right past me.
"I'm coming." I sighed again. Wonderful. I should've known.
Don't get me wrong. I love Vada. She's my sister. And I know even though she doesn't show it, she loves me too. But she's really not the kind of person you want to take out in public. Especially with an image like mine that I have to keep up. We're complete opposites in every way possible, except for our looks. We have identical dark eyes and hair. She dyes hers hair though.
I trailed along after her and back out the door.
"Lemme dive," she demanded, leaning against the hood of the car.
"No way," I put my foot down. She's not driving my car. She doesn't even have her license. Not that that's stopped her in the past. But she drives like a maniac anyway.
"Caleb, let me drive the fucking car. I won't crash. It's only to Nicky's," she argued, coming over to me and trying to get my keys. She punched me hard in the bicep and I winced. You know that spot where your muscle curves? It hurts to get hit there. And that punch was all knuckle.
"Stop it Vada. Don't be a pain in the ass. You can get in the damn passengers seat or you can stay here. I don't give a damn either way." She glared at me. Her glare could scare the shit out of Chuck Norris. She could muster up all the hate in her entire body and throw it into one long, unforgiving stare.
But I'm almost immune to it now. I just gave her my stone glare back and she scoffed then swung the car door open, climbing in and pouting, not bothering with her seatbelt. Not that it surprised me at all. We drove in silence again, this time only a few minutes before we reached the popular hangout. It's a Friday night, so I was expecting all the cars and crowds.
And rumors. They spread like wildfire around here. As soon as I walked in, there were whispers. About my reject sister coming to Spenser. About me being involved in the disappearance of Chase Collins. I just brushed by them though. People will say what they say. I turned to ask Vada what she wanted once I reached the counter, but she was gone. I'll say it again. Wonderful.
-Vada's POV-
"Stacey Nash, you fucking faggot! What the hell is up?" I said loudly over the music in the smoky bar as I approached the table one of the only people in Ipswich I could stand was sitting at with two other guys I didn't know.
The brunette turned to face me, his thinly braided chin length hair flying to the left as his head spun around. His blue orbs eyed me for less then a second before he grinned and stood up from his seat.
"V, what the hell are you doing here?" Stacey's friends departed the table, obviously not too interested in who I was and I shrugged at Stace, smirking.
"Looks like I'm raising hell in Spenser now." He raised an eyebrow at my words.
"Kidding, right?" he laughed, thinking I was.
"Why else would I be there?" I challenged. He stared, unsurely for a minute before his toothy grin returned.
"Well hell, I'll drink to that!" Stacey howled, slinging an arm over my shoulders and grabbing his beer from the table. His older sister was a waitress at Nicky's so she got him alcohol easily. He gulped down some of his drink, leading me over to the pool tables where his friends were. I scooped the bottle from him and finished it off, putting the empty bottle on a passing waitress' tray.
Stacey is tall and thin… well lean. He has a bit of tone. I met him when I was fifteen; right about the time I started causing a lot of trouble. I am proud to say I am the cause of his corruption. He used to be painfully shy, but he'd intrigued me one day when I saw a Plasmatics patch on his jacket.
So I approached him, talked him into growing his hair out, then made out with him. We kept in touch, and when I got to come home from school I hung out with him a lot. He plays guitar, not in a band or anything, just for fun and he drives a sexy silver Cadillac Cian that I would love to see the backseat of. He's still a studious boy when it comes to school but he has an obedience problem apparently.
Whatever. He's still fun to party with and that's all I care about. "Hey, wanna bail? I ditched Caleb at the door but he'll find me and put me on lockdown if we don't jet," I asked Stace. He smirked and nodded, steering me to the side door and we escaped into the alley before heading to his Cian. "Can I drive?" I asked, almost drooling over his car.
"As long as I can drive you later," he winked. He tossed me the keys and I climbed into the driver's seat. Maybe I'll get to see that backseat after all.
