Author: HEARTgoesBOOM
Rated: T for Teens
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from The Covenant. All original characters are mine.
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Your lips give you away
I can hear it, a jet engine
Through the centre of the storm
And I'm thinking I'd
Prefer not to be rescued
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It's been three days since I'd given in to Tyler and since then it's become almost impossible to escape him. Every corner I turn, he's there. Every time I come out of the bathroom, he's there. Every time I close my eyes for a nap and open my eyes, he's there. I know we had a few moments and all but I thought after I kind of opened up to him a little he'd leave me alone.
Apparently, I was wrong.
The moment the bell ran I grabbed my books and hurried out of class, desperately trying to avoid the satellite also known as Tyler Simms. I stepped through the threshold and was about to make my way to my next period class when he I felt a hand settle on my shoulder. I didn't need to turn around to see who it was.
"Fuck off, will you?"
I felt his hand retract and I took this opportunity to continue on my way. I knew it would be impossible to keep him away from me, there were only so many ways you could tell a person to get lost. That, and we had all our classes. But, whatever, it's not like I've ever really felt bad about treating someone like shit and besides, I've already got one shadow, and that's one more than I already need.
"Can I walk with you to class?" He asked, catching up to me.
I knew he wasn't going to give up. I sighed. "Do the word's 'drop dead', mean anything to you at all?" I growled, re-adjusting my satchel on my shoulder. When he made no move of getting out of my sight anytime soon, I sighed. "Knock yourself out." I grumbled, continuing to push my way through the halls.
He could feel him smiling. "So," he started. "How do you like Spencer so far?"
His need to make small talk got old fast and I knew that if I didn't return the favour he'd increase his bugging. He's like a child really …
"The only thing that's keeping me from burning this place to the ground is the fact that they make good guacamole," I said, slipping my pants into the pockets of my pants. "The teachers here don't know what they're talking about, the girls all look the same and I'm having trouble finding a dealer. I thought this was some rich prep school, finding someone to get me drugs shouldn't be a problem, but apparently no one got the memo."
"So that's why you're always so grouchy," Tyler joked, lightly nudging me with arm.
I looked over at him; surprised me hadn't started lecturing me about substance abuse and all that other bull shit that comes along with it. But I suppose it wasn't his business, no, I know it wasn't any of his business but I'm at least he had the sense to ask me about it. If he did I don't think I'd be able to hold myself back … from knocking the shit out of him that is.
"I'm not grouchy," I retorted, nudging him back. "I'm just realistic. The world isn't all peaches and cream, you know. If people realised that and started looking at things from a logical point of view, if people just spoke their minds and didn't care what other people thought about them or the repercussions that would follow I suppose we'd all be a lot happier." Tyler looked at me as though I'd just lost his dog. He looked at me the way he had when we first met, as though he knew something I didn't. "Why the fuck are you looking at me like that?"
He quickly shook his head and turned away from me. "Sorry." He mumbled as he swallowed thickly, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.
"Don't say 'sorry'," I snapped as I picked up a little bit of speed. "Just don't do it again. I hate when people look at me like that, like they know something about me I don't. It pisses me off and believe me when I say you don't want me pissed off at you."
"I thought maybe it was a little too late for that …" Tyler said, and though I knew I'd probably hurt his feelings, he smiled.
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I made my way to my locker after class, without the accompaniment of Tyler Simms I might had. I think after our little chat after class he was feeling a little awkward and thought it would be better to just leave me alone for a little bit … not that I minded.
After retrieving a few textbooks from my locker and I exchanged them with the ones in my satchel and adjusted the strap on my shoulder before shutting it. Though I'd never really taken an interest in God, I started praising him at least three times a day since school started for not putting Tyler's locker anywhere near mine.
There was only so much of that boy I could take and whether he cared or not, I felt like I was reaching the end of my rope with him.
I made my way down the hall, my eyes darting around its area for any sign of the blue-eyed boy. I wasn't so much looking for him than looking out for him. What I mean by that is, if I can see him coming I can anticipate which way to start running in order to get as far away from him as possible. Though his navigation skills are quite brilliant, I'm sure mine are far superior.
Evading the police at all hours of the night does have that affect on one's sense of direction.
I was about to turn the corner when I heard the familiar of my shadow. But instead of the somewhat gentle and teasing tone he used with me, it was harsh and cold, something people only did when they were being attack. I pressed my back against the wall and peered around the corner to see Tyler get slammed into a locker, that blonde girl he always hangs out with being cornered by a tall boy with long curly hair.
"Just leave her alone, Aaron!" Tyler spat, his outburst earning him a left hook from one of Aaron's friends, at least I thought he was anyway.
"I told you to shut up, Baby Boy. Another out burst like that from you and it's only going to get worse," Aaron said, an arrogant smirk crawling onto his lips before he turned back to the blonde girl, his finger tracing her jaw line. "I just wanted to have a word with Sarah, see if maybe she reconsidered my offer to be with a real man."
Sarah, the blonde girl, looked up at Aaron with defiant eyes, something you didn't often see in the teenage girls today. Most of them would just give in, fearful of what might happen to them if they didn't but Sarah … I hate it admit it but I was impressed.
"Sorry, I only date within my species," she hissed, her pale blue eyes shooting daggers at him. Thata girl. "Now, if you could pretend you were a real man for a just a moment and let Tyler go so we can get something to eat, I'd appreciate it." She said, patting his chest lightly.
"Sarah-" Tyler didn't finish his sentence, Aaron's friend introducing him to his right hook.
Aaron wrapped his arm around Sarah's wrist and pulled her flush against his body. He bent down so his lips were touching her ear and whispered something I didn't have the capability to hear. Her eyes widened slightly as she tried to pull way but it seemed he wouldn't let her have any of it.
Before I knew it, I had stepped out from behind the corner. "Is there a problem?" I asked, my eyes landing on Sarah and then moving over to the Tyler and the guy holding him before darting back to Aaron.
Aaron didn't let go of Sarah as he pushed her behind him. "What do you want, psycho?" Aaron spat, his green eyes narrowed 'threateningly' at me. Please, the only thing threatening about that boy was his high cheekbones and glossy hair.
I started walking toward him, one hand wrapped tightly around my satchel, the other limp at my side. "I was just wondering what exactly you're going to get out of this," I said, getting up in his face. "Apart from a bruised ego and busted lip, maybe a black to eye to match if you're lucky."
He laughed, outright and in my face. "And who's going to give it to me, small fry," he asked haughtily, commenting on my height. "You? You must be off your rocker if you think you can take me on. Forget to take your anti dep-"
Before he could finish, my fist shot out and caught him in jaw. He released his hold on Sarah and she immediately backed up. Aaron staggered and I took this opportunity to grab him by the neck and shove him against the lockers, my hand closing around his throat. "You're going to listen to me, asshole, and you're going to listen good because if you don't, me and you are going to be seeing a lot more of each other," I smirked as Aaron nodded, his wide, shocked eyes darting over to his friend who had released his hold on Tyler, both their expression a mixture of fear and surprise. "First of all, if I ever see you ever talking to Tyler and Sarah again, I'll do the whole world a favour and take away your ability to reproduce. Secondly, I'd watch yourself from now on … people call my psycho for a reason." I tightened my hand around his neck, his hand reaching up and gripping my wrists. "Tyler," I said, my eyes trained on the curly haired boy. "Get your stuff off the floor and get your ass to lunch." He didn't need to be told twice.
As soon as he was standing with Sarah, I let go of Aaron and let him gasp for as much air as he wanted to before straightening out my uniform. "It was nice talking to you, Aaron. We should really do this again sometime." I turn on my heel and was going to push right past Sarah and Tyler when I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
Instinct kicked in and with one mighty swing, my small, tight fist connected with Aaron's eye.
Bitch.
"Now that wasn't very nice," I snarled as I flexed my fingers, watching with bright eyes as Aaron clutched his left eye and spun around, his friend looking down at him in horror before taking off down the hall. I cocked my head to the side smirked.
"You stupid little …" he started, aiming an angry punch in my direction. His aim was half heart and I easily caught it with my hand. Taking this as on opportunity to exercise that no one fucks around with me I gave his yank a good yank, drawing him closer, before sling shotting my other fist into his face. He fell to the floor, clutching his nose and groaning.
I hummed and looked down at my fist. Some of his blood had gotten onto my hand. "Guess you're going to have to make that plastic surgery appointment a lot earlier than you expected, huh, pretty boy?" I laughed.
I gave him one fleeting look of jest before I turned on my heel and starting walking in the opposite direction, my shoulders brushing against Tyler and Sarah's in the process. And like I had anticipated them to, they followed me.
"That was … amazing." Sarah breathed, straightening out her blazer.
"No it wasn't," I grunted. "And I'm sure with some practice, you'd be just as good at it as I am. Though next time, make sure I'm not in the vicinity when you decide play victim. I hate getting my hands dirty." I grouched, flexing my bloody fingers at side.
"You didn't have it intervene," Tyler said, his body positioned on the other side of Sarah. "We could have handled it ourselves. But … thanks. You put yourself on the line for us, you stood up for Sarah, for me-"
"Why did you do it?" She asked, her gaze levelling mine.
I turned my head away. "I'm going to pretend I didn't just hear you complain." I said lightly, forcing myself to look ahead. I felt them smile and I couldn't help but turn to look at his them time. "Don't go getting the wrong idea here, you two." I snapped, feeling slightly uncomfortable. "He's a sexual predator, you guys were unwilling participants. The only reason I stepped in was because I had nothing better to do," that and I wasn't going to stand by and watch them get kicked around because then I'd never be able to sleep and I like sleep. "so don't get your signals crossed. You're not my friends." I said coldly. "You never will be."
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Rescued © Jack's Mannequin.
All right, so the second chapter didn't come out exactly as I planned it to and I'll fix it later for sure. Adelaide, for me, is a very hard person to keep in character because I'm nothing like her and because of that I find it almost impossible to draw on her emotions and write her as miserable all the time, but I'm trying. Hopefully this chapter was a little better, though. And thank you guys so much for the reviews. I can't tell you how much they make me laugh.
