Hey, thanks to my reviewees : Shaybay55 & Outsider looking in ! I so appreciated what ya'll wrote for me :] Fear not! it won't be sad, much longer...infact, well uh, you'll just have to read hehehe, Evil authoress...jk. ALSO: Thank you to all thoes who have read this story Ily , serriously!
Okay Disclaimer : YADDDYADDYADA...I don't own The Covenant movie, if i did....well Caleb Danvers would be my SLAVE and yeah uh on with the story...yeah
Clarissa Rue's pov-
The weekend had gone by faster than I had anticipated, and soon I was faced with getting ready for school. Of course Spenser Academy is a private school, offering education to only the privileged and thoes who can get scholarships. Although if you go to Spenser on a "charity" your likely to be the butt of all the jokes. Thankfully my father, like his fathers before him, went to Spenser since the creation of the school...back in the early 1800's. Well, by then the school had become one of the most prestigious schools in the New England area. Everyone who wants to go to Harvard went to Spensers. That said, it is still a private school, and therefore I have to wear a uniform. UGH uniforms.
The colors : Gray, maroon, red and black. How uglier can you get? Hmm? well not much. The styles: Well you can choose from skirts, to khaki pants, or even the ugly blueish gray pants the boys wear. I always wear skirts. ALWAYS. Its not that they make my legs look better, although that is a plus, well they're just not as ugly as the other "choices".
Today is Sunday. Tomorrow, well is monday for all you slow people...meaning school. So far, my schedule goes like this. Period 1- English 4; Period 2- Advanced Chemistry; Period 3- Honors Spanish 4; and Period 4- AP History: World/Us. Awesome right? Well yeah, except that Zane, Christian and Sebastian all have the same classes as me....ALL OF THEM.
And while we're on the subject of the hot boys that I happen to hangout with, Zane: He's such an ass. What was he thinking of inviting Sasha-no-good-slut McPherson to the Ceremonies? Hmm? What in hells name was he thinking? Was he trying to make me jealous? Well whatever he was thinking, it did no good for him. It only made me realize that Zane Danvers is the ONE person I could NEVER be with. Pompous ass.
Zane Danvers's pov-
Mondays are all the same. Waking up from a party that happend over the weekend, and not wanting to go because you're still hungover from said party. Well this Monday, was no exception. The boys and I had been invited to a party after the Ceremonies, which we gladly accepted. It was the anual "beginning of the year, good bye summer" party. I had a half-a mind to call up Clarissa, but I didn't. Like I said; HALF-A mind. Of course she'd be there...she was popular, and beautiful, and smart. HOLD the phone. Did I seriously just say that ? All of that ?
"Zane!" My mom, Sara, called me from downstairs. "Zane! The driver isn't going to wait forever.!" I quickly throw on the ugly maroon and gray sweater that the school gave me. Ugly. I detest these uniforms...alot.
"Coming!" I don't even bother with a backpack. Its no use...so instead I grab my solo binder and the black and green notebook my mom had bought for me. I make my way downstairs to see my mom sitting in the middle of our larger-than-life "study", although no one ever does any studying in there, reading some sort of book. The animals that my grandfather and his forefathers had shot were surrounded by the small trinkets my mom and her family gave into ours. "See you later mom..." She holds up a piece of paper, maybe my schedule? Hopefully it was. "Uh, thanks." She kisses my cheek and goes back to whatever she was reading. I quickly run out the front door to find that its, what else, RAINING! Awesome first day this should be.
Christian Parry's pov-
I drove myself and Bastian to school today. No sign of Cure, or Z. Neither one of them called me to get a ride; hell they should already have their liscences! But no, im the one that always has to drive...everywhere. And in all honesty my car is going to die a slow painful death by overdrive... I know it.
"Dude, what is up with you today?" Sebastian nudges my arm on the steering wheel, then proceeds to turn up the heat. For it just coming out of summer, it is already cold as hell here. Then again, Ipswitch, Mass is deffinatly a weird ass town. Everyone always gets the wrong ideas about it; OH the witches lived there- partly true; Well there were bad witches there that killed people- okay so not in the olden days, but surely now that was something to be afraid of; Wiccans and Evil live in Ipswitch- Hell no there is no wiccans, well besides the old crazy lady down the street, but she doesn't count, and there is no evil. We got rid of Him long ago. "You're doing it again." Bastian muttered.
"What the hell are you talking about?" I snap unable to control the anger thats already threating to spill over. Sebastian merely rolls his blue eyes and runs a hand threw his blonde-ass hair.
"Nothing dude, you're just distracted...seriously though I had asked you a question...didn't you hear it?" I shake my head, and notice that my brown curly hair is starting to get a little too long. Time for a hair cut. "THERE YOU GO AGAIN!" I pull into Spensers's parking lot and see Clarissa getting out of her driver's car. That girl would never even have to lift a finger...her father, well he owns most of the car dealerships in the surrounding towns...and makes a lot of money.
"What is it that you want to tell me...because you getting on my fu-"
"-nky nerves..." Sebastian cuts in. He never really swares. Its quite funny.
"Sorry Bastian." He shrugges and a piece of blonde hair falls into his face. "Anyway, what were you saying.?"
"Nothing dude. Lust after Clarissa all you want, just go ahead." He gets out of my sleek little black mercedees and slams the door.
"DOOR DUDE. Door." He acts like he didn't hear me and runs off to meet Clarissa in the front of the school. Even though its raining...something tells me that today isn't going to be as awesome as everyone thinks it should.
Sebastian Garwin's pov-
After my little rant in Christian's car, one that I should point out that HE wasn't even listeing to, was over I ran to meet up with Crue and Zane. They always stood outside the front doors to the main hall. All the popular kids stood out there. As I was walking up I saw Clarissa talking to one of her very good friends Quince Smith. Quince was really pretty to me, gorgeous even. Her firey red hair always curly and cascading down her shoulders. Her clear green eyes always on me...I had always wanted to ask her out, but never had the courage.
"Bastian!" Crue yells. Her brown hair is straight as nails today, instead of curly the last time I had seen her. Her brown eyes sparkling into the rainy day. She smiled as she hugged me, and I saw traces of dimples on her cheeks, they were no where as pronounced as Zane's though. "Ready for the first day?" She asked as she smoothed down her skirt. I could see why Christian thought of her as pretty...everything about her screamed gorgeous...but for me, she just wasn't. She was the best friend I've had since I was born. Plus I think Zane may have a thing for her...but I can't tell. Her gray skirt flipped up in the wind and she laughed with Quince as they grabbed each other's skirts to keep them from lifting. Quince wore a dark maroon sweater with a gray undershirt, while Clarissa wore a gray sweater that matched her skirt with a red undershirt. Together they looked amazing.
"I'm not ready. I just wan't to go home...and play games." Crue laughed and punched me in the arm.
"Silly... we've only got four classes this year. Get over it." Quince rolled her eyes as Zane walked up. All dark and mysterious, or that's what he seemed like he was going for. He wore something similar to me. Dark blue pants, red and gray sweater...white undershirt. Although when he wore his sweater it seemed to cling to his muscles, and all the girls screamed over him.
"Its whatever Crue." Quince smiled and instantly I knew I was falling. Falling in love that is. I would never admit it, hell no, never would...but that doesn't mean I don't feel it.
This is part ONE of two =p so wait for the nextt oneee, mkaay? I had to make this a "filler chap" so that way I can get in all the details that I needed to.
Think you know what's gonna happen this year at Spensers? Well you probably can guess, but nothing will prepare you for-
SOMETHING THAT I CAN'T SAY DUUUH!
R&R puuuhleassee