A/N #1: Sooooo sorry this took so long to post. Ugh, I've been so busy it's knda crazy. (Excuses, excuses...) :

Disclaimer: I don't own The Covenant, or the characters. Except for my own. I also don't own the title to my story, that belongs too This Providence. You should check out their songs, it's amazing. :)

P.S. Rated M for language and content.

"What the hell are you listening to!?" Ingrid screamed over the music that was blasting from my CD player in our room. Her hair was drenched and she was holding her pink duffle bag, an incredulous look on her face that would put my mother to shame. I put my painting materials down on the newspaper covered ground.

I paused my music with a paint splattered hand, "Oh, sorry. I thought you'd still be at practice."

"You didn't answer my question. Liss, people were standing outside our door wondering who was blasting that crap. I could hear it from all the way down the hall." Ingrid dropped her duffle bag near the door, and walked over to her bed, where she grabbed her brush and began to, obviously, brush her hair, "It seriously sounded like someone was dying in here."

I looked down at the floor, I could feel my cheeks warming up with embarrassment, "Sorry, again. It was Amanda Woodward. They're a French band that I love listening to. I'll remember to use my iPod next time." I wiped my fingers on my tattered, paint covered jean pant leg and started to clean up my mess.

"One would never take you for a heavy metal, screamo lover. You look like the type of person who would listen to Michael Bublé, and...The Beatles," She laughed and I laughed along with her, claiming that I abhorred Michael Bublé with a passion.

"Hey, Michael Bublé is my hero. He's always there for me when I break up with my boyfriend." I rolled my eyes and pointed at my CD player, "They're always there for me too. Especially after a fight with my boyfriend."

"Whatever, Liss. I'm heading into town later want to join?" At my nod she continued to brush her hair. "So, Michael tells me that you two hit it off last night." At my confused glance she explained, "It means that you both got along really well."

"Oh, it was nice, yes." I put all of my painting supplies away, then paused and spun around, "So, Caleb was really nice yesterday. Is he like, the leader of their group or something?"

"What's with the sudden interest in the Sons of Ipswich?" Ingrid winced as she ran over a knot, but continued to stare at me with a puckered brow.

I shrugged, "I dunno, I'm just curious Ingrid. Is it crime to want to know about something?" Ingrid lifted up her hands as a gesture of surrender and her eyes widened, "Whoa, girl. Calm down now."

"I'm going to go to the library. Call me when you want to leave." I picked up my purse, forgo cleaning myself up and headed to the library, intending to find out more information about those boys.

—

I was aching to use my Powers again, so after looking up information on the boys, to which I found a great deal interesting, I headed out of the school and onto a secluded dirt path. When I felt that no one was around I closed my eyes in concentration, and let my Power flow through my body. The mark on my behind burned slightly, but I was so used to it that I practically felt nothing. I hummed in delight as I made it pour and twirled around with a smile. I opened my eyes and looked up at the once clear, but now darkened sky. I saw a bolt of lightning strike somewhere far off in the distance and then soon after a clap of thunder was heard, making me laugh with joy. Using raw power to manipulate things is the most satisfying feeling I've ever experienced, and it doesn't take too much of my energy either. One of the perks of being different from everyone else.

"Lissandra?"

I got so frightened that I made it stop pouring for a few seconds, and I twirled around with wide eyes. Tyler, one of the Sons of Ipswich I noticed, was standing in front of me, his eyes mirroring my own. "Tyler Simms, right?" I gasped, backing up a few steps, my face took on a nervous guise as he continued his stare.

"Did you just...make it rain?" He looked nervous, and I backed up another few steps.

"No," I answered quickly, cursing to myself when it sounded completely fake.

"Lissandra..."

I was afraid to answer so I hesitated before replying, "Yes?"

"What are you?"

I realized that this had to be the worst moment of my life, and found it hard to think of something to say to deny what he was thinking. "What are you talking about?" I said after a few moments, a burst of laughter escaped me and I ran a hand through my wet hair, trying to look anywhere but at him.

"What are you?" He said again, it felt as if he was trying to confirm something.

I looked over at the Son of Ipswich with a frown and I tried to lie, "I'm Lissandra Brunell."

"Don't play with me, Liss. What are you?" I felt myself starting to get angry, and another flash of lightning appeared, but a lot closer than before and it brightened up the sky above us. Then the loud boom of thunder came a few seconds after, making Tyler jump.

He looked scared for a moment, so I answered as calmly as I could with a sigh, not bothering to lie anymore, "I'm a Witch."

He faltered a few steps back, his eyes as wide as saucers, "W-what?"

"I'm a Witch, Tyler. I'm the one who made it rain. I lived in a Coven up until recently, and I have Powers." Okay, now I was totally freaking out, and I felt my chest heaving with every breath I took. I was seriously spilling the beans here, and I've never felt so...alive.

I suddenly crashed to the ground, feeling my legs caving underneath me, and landed my ass onto the soggy grass, ruining my white shorts with muddy grass stains. I saw Tyler rushing toward me, kneeling in front of me with a concerned face. I put a shaking hand to my face and looked over Tyler's shoulder with blank eyes, "Hundreds of years my family has been able to keep our secret from normal humans, and yet here I am, telling you about this as if I was telling you I was hiding a monkey named Hulio in my closet."

Tyler laughed and I looked up at him with disbelieving eyes, "Do you?"

I opened and closed my mouth like a gaping fish, "Do I what?"

"Have a monkey named Hulio in your closet?" He said it so seriously that I couldn't help but laugh, and laugh loudly at that. He didn't look so scared anymore, and I felt the immense pressure that was aching in my chest vanish.

"No, but when I do you'll be the first to know." I smiled wide at him, relaxing enough to ignore the soggy, uncomfortable, dirty ground beneath me.

"Well," He sighed, plopping himself onto the ground right beside me, ruining his drenched but clean jeans. "This has been an eventful day, hasn't it?" He looked over at me with a grin.

"Why aren't you running away scared? I'm a Witch, I can put a hex on you, or send you to Hell and make you the Devil's slave." I joked, pushing my shoulder with his, acting as if I were old friends with him.

"Nah, you can't hurt me. I'm not susceptible to magic."

"Oh?" I looked at him with raised brows trying to seem serious, but I couldn't stop the smile that was threatening to break free.

"It's true. I don't know why, but for some reason witches can't hex me."

I laughed and nearly forgot that I was still sitting on the grass, and my expression quickly went to disgust as the squishy mud stuck to my thighs, "I need a shower, and bad."

"Right, I'll escort you back to the dorms." Tyler stood up and I laughed as I saw the back of his jeans covered in mud.

"It looks like you had an accident." I giggled, taking Tyler's offered hand and letting him pull me up.

"I wouldn't talk, Liss. It looks like you got shat on, and had an accident...twice." I slapped his arm, but smiled as we walked back to the dorms.

"Listen, Tyler... You won't tell anyone, right? What happened today, nobody else can know about this or I'll have to go back home. And trust me, right now...that's the last place I want to be. I was lucky to get into this school in the first place."

I saw him nod, but a frown marred his features. "I won't tell anybody. I promise."

I sighed in relief and hugged him from the side, "Thank you...and I'm sorry for burdening you with this secret. I don't like erasing people's minds. I found out the hard way that I'm not very good at it."

"Right..." He looked and sounded troubled, and I put a hand on his arm stopping him just before we reached the oddly secluded stairs.

"You gonna be alright?" I looked at him with concern and watched as the troubled look disappeared and turned into a blinding, and obviously fake, smile. "Yeah. No worries Liss, I'm fine."

"Good, because I rather like your company. You wouldn't believe how hard it is to hide my Powers from people here. It was harder than I thought it was going to be, and I just got here yesterday. And I can't believe that I'm here either, and that I'll be joining you in class tomorrow. It's kind of surreal." I grinned at him, and we continued our way up the stairs.

"Hey, I've got an idea. Why don't we hang out tomorrow, and I can show you some of the stuff I can do. It's not much, but I've always entertained the kids at my parent's parties." I felt giddy for some reason, and I couldn't shake the feeling off.

He looked hesitant for a moment, but smiled and nodded, "Sure, just call my dorm tomorrow after school and we can go somewhere." We exchanged dorm numbers, and he brought me to my room.

I stood in front of my door with a smile aimed up at him, "Well, it was nice meeting you again. I had a great time hanging out, even though it should hardly be called that. And maybe you could tell me more about your ancestors? I was reading up on your history and it's really fascinating stuff. A heck of a lot more interesting than my ancestors, who whined about humans and running away from the Inquisition."

He raised an eyebrow, "Now why am I finding that hard to believe?"

I smiled, "Shut up, I wasn't joking... Well, bye." I smiled and opened my door, waving at Tyler before shutting it and leaning my back against it.

"Where the hell where you?" Ingrid growled, startling me and making me jump.

"Ingrid, oh shit. You called and I didn't answer, right? Sorry, I got a little side tracked." I looked sheepishly at her, and scratched the back on my head with a dirty hand.

"Oh my God, why are you so muddy? Did you fall and hurt yourself?" Ingrid zoomed toward me with wide eyes and grasped my arms tightly as she finally took in my unclean appearance.

I laughed and shook my arms from her tight grasp, "Sort of, but I'm not hurt. I just fell in the mud, and Tyler Simms helped me out. We got to talking, that's why I got side tracked, and now I'm here." I lied, trying hard not to make my face show that I was fibbing.

"Alright, just don't sit on anything. I'll get you your things, and bring it to the showers with you so you don't get everything all muddy." She shivered as she looked at me, "I so don't want to be in your position right now. I hate mud."

I shrugged, "I don't know what you're talking about. I had a lot of fun."

She pretended to gag, "Ew,"

And that just made my weekend.

—

"So, what's the deal with you?" Tyler stated as we lay on the grassy ground, a dripping ice-cream cone clenched in his left hand as he absentmindedly took licks from it, "You have Powers, and you can use it frequently. Are there...any side effects?" He had that troubled look again and I frowned.

"No, no side effects. Although I do get tired when I use my Powers too much. My mother never told me of any side effects or anything. Why are you asking?"

"I was just curious..." He trailed off and stared at the sky. "Alright," He groaned and sat up, "show me what you can do."

I laughed, "But we just got ice-creams, Tyler. I'd like to finish it first." I went for a lick, but Tyler swiped it out of my hands and threw it to the ground. "Hey!" I cried, looking forlornly at the dirty ice-cream.

"Well, if you're a Witch as you claim to be why don't you just...clean it up?"

I sighed, looked at him with a petulant xpression, and hovered my hand a foot above the cone, but looked around the area to make sure no one was looking. I closed my eyes and concentrated hard, imagining myself with a clean cone. The next thing I knew, the cone was in my hand and I was happily licking it again, "There."

Tyler's eyes widened slightly, but he laughed and pat me on the back, "Okay, that was pretty cool." He didn't sound that amazed though.

"Right," I laughed, pushing him away. "So, Ingrid tells me you got a pretty good slapping from her a few months back."

Tyler winced and rubbed the supposed spot, "Yeah, even though I did nothing. Reid and Caleb told Michael that he shouldn't hang with us. Reid was the one who said he doesn't hang around Abbotts, and yet somehow I get the beatings the next day by an angry sister."

I laughed, awwed and pinched his cheeks. It felt as if I'd known him my entire life and we'd just met yesterday. "It's okay, Tyler. I'll protect you from Ingrid the next time."

Tyler snorted, and pushed away my hand, "Right, not even your Powers can save me from her wrath." I laughed and tried to pinch his cheeks again, he manoeuvred just in time but nearly fell over a tree root. We were chatting and laughing before someone interrupted us by clearing his throat.

"Hey, man." Tyler looked to his left and smiled, nodding at the guy that was walking up to us before getting up.

"Oh, hey Pogue. Uh, Lissandra this is Pogue Parry, Pogue this is Lissandra Brunell." I smiled awkwardly and stood up, so this was another Son of Ipswich.

"Nice to meet you. So Caleb tells me you took off after school. This your girlfriend?" Pogue smiled at me and I snorted.

"Nah, she's just a friend." I nodded in agreement, and continued to lick my melting ice-cream.

"Yeah, so Reid was looking everywhere for you. I offered to help, but it seems you're kinda busy. We were going to head out to Caleb's house, then to a party at Kale's. You in?" Pogue seemed kind of distracted, and kept fidgeting and staring at me so I got the hint and turned to Tyler.

"I guess I'll see you later, then." I grinned, patted Tyler on the back and bid a farewell to Pogue, before taking out my phone, dialling Ingrid's number, and walking away.

"Wait," I paused, my thumb hovering over the talk button and I looked at back at Tyler just as he called out, "Do you want to come with us?" Pogue looked ready to jump in to have his say, but Tyler shut him up with a glare.

"No, it's okay. I'll just call Ingrid so she can pick me up. I'd feel as if I were intruding." I smiled hesitantly, and turned around again.

"No really, it's fine. I'll just let Caleb know you'll be coming." Tyler insisted, and I thought about Michael's warnings, but shrugged them off.

"Yeah, okay." I turned back around to see that Pogue was raising an eyebrow at Tyler, who shrugged in response. "Can you drive be back to the dorms first? I'd like to change, and tell Ingrid where I'm going."

"Sure," Tyler gave one last look to Pogue before walking toward me and grabbing my arm, tugging me toward his Hummer.

"Sorry about that. I'm not exactly sure what's up with Pogue. He's usually really nice around people." Tyler mentioned while we sat in his car.

"It's okay, really. He must be wondering why you've invited a complete stranger to Caleb's house. I get it." I smiled reassuringly at him before rummaging through my purse for my sunglasses.

"Right," He stayed completely quiet from then on, only listening to my little blurbs of conversation.

—

The door in front of Tyler and I opened, and the surprised face of Caleb appeared, "Lissandra? Hey, I didn't know you'd be here. Hey, Tyler." Caleb nodded at Tyler and I stood there awkwardly until Tyler pushed me inside. "It's alright, Liss. No one is here to hurt you." Tyler chuckled and pushed me father inside the beautiful home.

I walked beside Tyler until we made it to the kitchen and I saw a few people crowding around the kitchen table. "Do you want something to drink?"

I looked over at Tyler and shook my head no. He nodded and led me over to an empty chair and sat me down with a push on my shoulders when I hesitated.

"Hi, I'm Sarah." A blonde girl said with a big smile.

"I'm Lissandra." I played with the bottom of my hair, and looked around the table. Everyone's eyes were on me, and I began to feel a little nervous.

"So, how was your first day of school here?" I looked over at Caleb and shrugged, "Uh, it was alright...Not as tough as I thought it would be. The math is easier here, I guess."

An awkward silence ensued and I fidgeted around a little, "Is there a washroom I can use?"

Tyler stood up, but Reid pushed him back down, "I'll show you."

"Reid—" Tyler started with a glare, but Reid stared down Tyler with serious eyes.

I followed Reid out of the kitchen, looking back once at Tyler's face, which held anger, and betrayal.

"So, you and Tyler are best buds now, huh?" I turned my head and smiled lightly at Reid as we walked down a slightly narrow hallway.

"Well, I wouldn't say best buds, but we are friends, definitely." Reid pursed his lips, and raised his brows in interest.

"So, where exactly is this washroom?" I looked at Reid with a frown.

Reid pushed open a door, and motioned me to get inside. I hesitated at first, my forehead creased in confusion but I complied and Reid shut the door behind him. I looked around the small closet with a puzzled expression and opened my mouth, but Reid cut me off.

"I'm not trying to freak you out or anything, and I'll bring you to the washroom in due time, but I have to get something off of my chest," My eyes widened, my need for the bathroom just upped a little more.

Reid took in a breath, "I...I think you're beautiful."

I laughed suddenly, holding a hand to my chest in relief, and waved a hand at him when I saw his eyebrows furrow in confusion. "I'm sorry," I gasped, trying to find my breath, "I thought you were going to say something else entirely. You...you just caught me off guard."

Reid frowned and crossed his arms, "This isn't funny. I don't usually say this to members of the opposite sex, and here you are, laughing at me when I've confessed something that could ruin my reputation." I continued to laugh, trying my hardest to find my breath to apologise, but all I ended up doing was making myself laugh harder.

"I'm," I paused and blew a raspberry, continuing to laugh, and Reid reluctantly grinned in amusement. "I'm so sorry. I'm usually not this rude. Forgive me, please."

"You're forgiven..." Reid trailed off and stared at me, and I couldn't help but stare right back. Uncomfortable silence filled the air around us and I shuffled around nervously.

"I—" "We—" We both laughed lightly when we both began at the same time, and I pushed a stray hair behind my ear.

"I think you should show me to the bathroom, now. If you don't mind, I really do have to go..." I blushed in embarrassment, and he smiled sheepishly at me, opening the door and letting me go first, but I stopped short, standing directly in front of him with a grin, "Thank you, I haven't laughed like that in a long time. It was very refreshing."

"No problem, just don't tell anyone what I just told you in there. What is said in the storage closet stays in the storage closet, capiche?"

I smiled and nodded, "Capiche."

A/N: Whew, I can't believe it took me forever to post this chapter. I'm so sorry for the people who added this to their favourite's/alert list and I promise I'll try updating sooner. Thanks to everybody who reviewed, I'm glad you like this story. I'm planning to make it as entertaining as possible. I really hope you liked this chapter, and please review if you did! :)