Disclaimer: - As repetitive as these things go it should all be obvious, but just in case it is not I do not own anything pertaining to The Covenant. And for the purpose of this chapter nor do I own any of the dialogue from the American Pie series. No copyright infringement is intended on my part. I don't not earn anything from writing this. I do however claim ownership of my O/C's and the plot that I puppeteer them to.
Leaning comfortably back against her driver's side door Alicia cursed under her breath again. He was late. Casting another irritated glance at her watch she calculated he was approximately twenty six minutes and forty seven seconds late. It was the forty seven seconds that escalated her frustration further. When had she started to count them?
"Stupid little prick! 'Don't be late' I told him. 'I won't be. I promise'. Fucking useless lying -" she muttered under her breath, imitating the words said by the blue eyed boy last night. Sighing in aggravation she returned her finger nail between her lips, savagely gnawing at the bright yellow polish.
Observing her surroundings, again, her eyes met the those of the garages only other occupant. Undoubtedly her mumbling and flailing was concerning him, if his cautious glance was anything to go by. He was also waiting; a little more patiently than she; for her 'company' to arrive. Smiling around her finger apologetically she looked back down at her watch.
Twenty eight minutes and thirteen seconds. He really was beginning to test her patience. Which wasn't an intelligent thing to do. Patience wasn't particularly one of Alicia's more admirably qualities.
Extracting her fingers from her mouth and spitting the yellow flecks to the floor she was surprised to see all ten nails stripped bare. There really was only one thing left to do now. She was going to have to start chewing on her nails. What else was there to do? As she lifted her nails once again to her teeth she reasoned she could at least use her 'winnings' from last night to pay for the damage to be put right.
Before she could disunite nail from finger however the long awaited crunch of tyres over gravel interrupted her. Flicking her eyes yet again to her watch, she tallied a total of thirty minutes and twenty three seconds had passed since her arrival. Did he think she would be impressed by his fashionable lateness. Not likely.
Directing her annoyance at the black car the lateness was quickly explained. Blue eyes had ditched her and sent the cocky blonde in his place. Fucking spectacular.
"What the fuck? Where the hell is Tim? Tom? Whatever his fucking name is".
"Tyler?" Reid smirked.
"Like I said whatever his fucking name is".
"I think you scared him. He got half way here before I got the call to come bail him out. I would have been earlier but I was… preoccupied" Reid grinned, lifting his eyebrows suggestively.
"You lousy, cock sucking asshole! Do you have any fucking idea how long I have been waiting here? And for what? You to finish doing some whore! You assholes are fucking unbelievable!"
"You are a riled up bundle of fun aren't you" Reid chuckled "Baby Boy was right, he definitely wouldn't be up to handling you".
"And let me guess you can handle me?"
"Oh, I think I am more than equipped for the challenge".
"Shame for you, you aren't my type then".
"I'm everyone's type" Reid assured, smirking arrogantly.
"Sorry to disappoint but unless you can magically produce a sexy 36c and a pretty little pussy, you really don't have much of a chance" Alicia shrugged, enjoying his crest fallen look.
Taking a moment to consider her proposition carefully he quickly dismisses the idea. As appealing as the novelty was, he much preferred the idea of performing the deed with his twig and giggle berries in tact. "Well now, that more than adequately explains things. Doesn't it?"
"Oh, Fuck You" Alicia spat, rolling her eyes.
"I wouldn't say no if your offering. I'd gladly show another of Spenser's Dykes what she's missing."
"You know what, I have never been so sure of a first impression before in my life, you are a complete and utter asshole".
"So people keep telling me…" he laughed, uncomfortable with the direction their conversation had taken, he steered it to a less personal subject "Come on lets get your car booked in before the place closes".
Glad to end conversation with the blonde, Alicia pushed herself from her car and lead the way into the garage; the previously waiting staff member had already taken his leave and was waiting behind the counter for them.
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Before I get flamed; (not that I mind them, they make me all toasty and warm); I would like to point out that in no way do I wish to cause offence for the use of the word Dyke. I personally don't think it offensive, so to those more sensitive than I. I suppose I should be Sorry.
