I just renovated my room, got a bigger TV so the guys are over here watching some stupid sports game lol. Reid was sick and tired of me asking questions about the game so he told me to shut my mouth and put my hands to work, so here I am typing out the next chapter. Oh and again I must say that I do not own the Covenant, but Tyler got bold for a minute and said that I could "own" him whenever I want. Lol he has been spending way too much time with Reid lol!.

Chapter 8

I throw on a pair of leggings, a summer dress, and a pair of flats and make my way down to the parking lot where I see Pogue leaning against my car.

"So you wanted to see me."

"Yeah, you left so fast after practice; you missed the celebration party with the rest of the team. I just wanted to congratulate you.

I laugh quietly and smile at him. "Thanks I guess, but if you don't mind I'm going to go back to bed now. I will see you in the morning." Wow Sawyer way to sound like a total ungrateful bitch! I know Sawyer but I'm tired and he could have just told me this in the morning! Whatever just quit talking to yourself in here and get back to reality cause Pogue is starting to look at you like you have a couple extra heads.

It's not that I don't want to spend time with Pouge, don't get me wrong, it's just that when I am with him it's like I have been struck by lightning or like I've chugged a million Red Bulls, or something. He just makes me so wired. This is hard-core; I mean that a mere guy could make me feel this way.

"Just stay for a little longer. Hangout with me a little bit more."

I am going to tell him no but as I turn to look at him fully for the first time; the words that were once on the tip of my tongue have seemed to melt away. There he is leaning against my car in a circle of light thrown down for the parking lots only streetlight. It's like one of those angelic, heavenly moments where you have an epiphany and your heart sings, and you notice every detail of what you are looking at. I couldn't help but notice that in the light from the street lamp that Pouge's arms were folded across his chest in such a way that his biceps were really kind of bulging out from beneath the short sleeves of his slim tee. And I mean bulging in a way that you just want to grab on and never let go.

He had one foot propped back on the front bumper. Anyone else would have gotten the tongue-lashing of their life for putting their foot on my car, but for some reason I just can't seem to make myself care. With his leg like that it reveals a hole in the knee of jeans he has on. I can't stop staring at the tanned skin that the hole reveals, even though it's just a knee.

It's like I'm hypnotized or something. Although all of my instincts are yelling at me to turn around and go back to my dorm, to get away from this sexy, piece of heaven, I am now walking across the parking lot towards him. Now that I am close enough to see into his eyes and that they are amber for the light above him, I melt completely. It takes all of my strength to tell him that I am not staying and turn around. As I take my first step he reacts how I wanted him to, he reaches out and grabs my wrist. Only instead of just keeping me from stalking off Pouge keeps holding on, like his life is depending on it.

Next thing I know he has spun me around so I am now the one with my back against the front of my car and he is leaning over me with his hands resting against the hood, an arm on either side of me and his face just inches above mine.

"I don't think you are going anywhere," he says in a low sexy voice, with his gaze locked on mine with an intensity that is making my heart race, in a pleasant kind of way. I have no idea what to say. All I can think is, he is going to kiss me. I know it. He is going to kiss me. I am about to say "oh really" but it barely gets past my lips before Pouge's mouth is covering mine. And then Pouge Perry is kissing me like no other guy has ever kissed me before, in my entire life. This is ridiculous because of course I had been kissed hundreds of times before. But somehow never like this, by someone who seems to feel that he has all the time in the world to get his point across. The point being that Pouge Perry is kissing me, more thoroughly than I have even been kissed before. So that I feel his kiss from the top of my head all the way down to the bottoms of my feet, and everywhere in-between.

He isn't even touching me except for his lips and where his body is leaning up against mine so that I can feel the front grill at my back. Every single one of my nerve endings seem to be on fire. I think Pouge is feeling something along the same lines because after a minute of not touching me his arms are suddenly around me and I am being lifted to sit on the hood of my car, with him standing between my legs. I have already flung my arms around his neck. It is all I can do not to wrap my legs around his waist as well. And all I can think is; now this is a kiss! So I go on kissing him, and he goes on kissing me and I start to realize that Pogue Perry is some sort of freak. A freak that can control my every move, with a single look, word, or kiss.

Then just as suddenly as our kiss started it is ending. Pogue is tearing his mouth away from his, but he is not dropping his arms from around me, and with that he just looks at me. Because I am perched on the hood of my car we are exactly the same height for once and I am able to look him directly in the eye. My lips feel delightfully bruised and tingly; my breath is coming out in ragged gasps. But not as ragged as his.

"Don't even try to tell me that you learned how to kiss like that here," I say accusingly.

"Well it is co-ed, and my parents do pay for the best," he says with a smirk.

I think he is joking; however this information is hardly comforting. Seriously Pouge had to have kissed a lot of girls to have gotten his make out technique down to such perfection. This makes me want to find all of his past lovers, or kissing partners and end them so that I never again have to share this man.

I can't stop myself from stammering out, "Do you have a girlfriend?"

He raises his eyebrows, "Used to why? Would you be more interested in me if I did have a girlfriend, so you could have the fun of trying to steal me away?"

"I'm not like that. I don't steal other people's boyfriends," I say hotly, wanting to pull away from him. But then a stronger part of me wants to stay right where I am. Forever. I jerk my head away so that the piece of my hair that he is playing with falls back against my face. I glare at him in the light of the street lamp.

How could he say something like that? One moment he is driving me crazy with his kisses and the next he is acting like the most cocky, egotistical, moronic, asshole I have ever met. He is acting exactly like Reid! Note to self: limit the amount of time Pogue spends with Reid. I'm surprised as I hear...

"I'm sorry. I guess I judged you."

"Okay," I stammered. Apology or not all I want to do is kiss him some more. And then much to my satisfaction he is kissing me again. I'm not sure how long we stayed outside in that parking lot, under that street lamp, kissing or maybe doing even more then kissing considering the way things rapidly developed.

Okay so that's the end of 8. I may post chapter 9 tonight or tomorrow or I may hold off. Chapter 9 is the last chapter I have pre-written out so we will see how I feel. Again please rate and review. Your reviews mean so much to me.

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