Hey guys!!! Sorry it's been so long. I had Jazz Camp and I wrote as much as I could, but I couldn't finish it until today. So here is the next chapter. Hope you like it.

Chapter 3: Boy Trouble

It was Monday morning and I looked up at the huge school before me and contemplated running away to find a demon. I'd even settle for a duel with my father. Ok, maybe not, but I'd take on his second in command.

"Come on, Viviane," I growled to myself under my breath. "What's wrong with you? You're destined to help your father destroy the world and you're worried about a bunch of shallow, arrogant, moody teenagers. You're so pathetic I'm surprised you lasted this long against your father." Thus reprimanded I squared my shoulders and looked at the school, my jaw thrust out in a determined way.

You can do this, I told myself with a confidence I wasn't feeling. How bad could it be anyway?

In response to myself I swallowed and marched up the front steps and navigated myself through the halls to the office. I walked in, trying to tell myself to suck it up, and looked around carefully. All in all it was a nice place. Neat, tidy, a few decorations to give a homey feel, and the woman behind the counter radiated warmth and welcoming. It was nice…almost too nice.

Just then the brown-haired secretary looked up and smiled at me, her yellowing teeth flashing at me. "Hello there dear, what can I do for you?"

Oh crap, she said "dear." Ever since Nana died I hated it when people called me "dear". It just reminded me too much of her. The secretary couldn't have found a better way to make me feel horrible. I mean seriously, isn't there another friendly, endearing term that people could use. Like maybe "sweetheart", I'd even settle for "love". Anything would be better than "dear".

I forced myself not to show these feelings and instead smiled with a cheer I didn't feel. "Hello. My name is Viviane Mires. I'm new here."

The secretary immediately beamed at me. "Of course! I have your papers right here." She quickly snatched a file off her desk and passed me a few papers. "I sent the list of books to your mother already so I expect you have them all, correct?"

To my "mother". Oh this was just beautiful. Didn't these people know anything? I mean, come on. Surely the fact that I'm a foster child showed up somewhere on my record. I wanted to smack that smile off her face with a scathing comment about my mother. However since I'm a mature, selfless person—yeah right—I nodded wordlessly to what she said.

"Perfect. Here is your timetable for the rest of the semester. Each of your teachers has organized a binder for you of notes and papers that you have missed already. You'll need to catch up on the material as soon as possible, so be prepared to work hard for the next week."

Oh now I was feeling better.

"Here's a map of the school. I highlighted the best routes to all your classes for you. I know how hard it is to find your way on the first day of class. I remember my first day here." She chuckled lightly. "And this last paper is a list of some extra curricular activities that you can participate in. Do you have any questions, dear?"

I shook my head and gathered up the papers.

"Class starts in about fifteen minutes so feel free to explore. Have a good day!"

I smiled tightly and rushed out of the office before I could do something embarrassing. Pull yourself together, Viviane. I thought to myself furiously. You're half-demon for goodness sake! Act like it!

I took a deep breath to calm myself then looked at my schedule. It appeared that I had English first in room 110. I studied the map carefully, memorized it using Demon's photographic memory, then sauntered confidently towards class. In high school image was everything. I needed to act like I knew what I was doing, even if I didn't. It would keep people off my back, and most of their attention off me.

After I found my English class I explored around a bit, noting where everything was and confirming it with the map in my mind. Then to burn some times I leaned against a wall and listened to people's thoughts.

Oh, is that a new girl? She looks nice enough, but a little arrogant perhaps.

Oh man, oh man, oh man. This test is going to be killer! I can't believe I forgot—hey. That chick looks new. I wonder if I can get her number, she's hot.

I'm so hot. I can't believe that George noticed me yet. Usually he's all over girls by now. Whoa, is that kid new? Maybe we could be friends. With her looks she's bound to be popular, maybe it'll rub off one me.

I shook my head with the sheer idiocy of it all, the shallowness of teenager's thoughts. It was rather sad really. I mean honestly. All they care about is the way people look, and if they're going to get a date. Isn't that sad? I mean honestly. You'd think that the 'future generation' would have important issues on their minds, but nope. We're frivolous people. Still shaking my head I walked into class.

A lot of people were there already. I studied the room carefully then walked over to the teacher to get my binder and introduce myself. I prayed to whoever was listening that the teacher would be nice and not make me introduce myself. I hated it when they did that.

"Hello. What can I do for you?"

I smiled nervously at the teacher. "Hi, my name is Viviane Mires. I'm new here and I was told that you put together a binder of notes for me."

The brunette teacher looked at me sharply and smiled, showing off her brilliant white teeth. She must have been the same age as Jo. "Of course. Here you are. For right now don't worry about things too much, just concentrate on catching up," she said kindly before turning to the rest of the class. "All right class! Settle down! We have a new student with us today."

Darn it.

"I'd like to welcome Viviane Mires. Everyone, be nice to her, it's her first day."

I cringed as everyone looked at me with interested expressions. I crossed my fingers, though it was futile. I already knew what the teacher was going to say next.

"So Viviane, why don't you tell us a bit about yourself?"

Oh yeah, it's like I can read minds. Oh wait, I can. "Well, my name is Viviane as you know, I moved here from Boston." Oh man, I hated it when everyone looked at me. I had no idea what to say.

"Man, she's hot," a blonde sitting near the back of the class said. The class snickered slightly as I looked at the blond and smirked. I knew what to say now.

"In your dreams," I said sneered elegantly.

The class snickered as the blonde blushed slightly, but grinned cockily at me. I shook my head as the teacher called people to order.

"Thank you Viviane. Why don't you take a seat in front of Mr. Garwin there. He seems to have taken a liking to you."

I snorted and strode up the steps to the empty seat in front of "Mr. Garwin." If he tried anything I would not be responsible for my actions. I quickly settled into my seat, avoiding all the curious looks in my direction. Honestly people, I'm not a zoo animal, I don't need to be treated like one.

I took out a notebook and started taking meticulous notes in an attempt to avoid the stares. Eventually as the class wore on people stopped staring at me and I was able to relax slightly. By the end of the period I had almost forgotten that I was new to the class. It was a rude awakening at the end of class when I started getting up and the red head sitting next to me tripped me.

I stumbled, trying to regain my balance, but there wasn't enough room behind the desk for me to maneuver. I was going to fall flat on my face in front of the entire class. This wasn't going to be embarrassing at all.

I closed my eyes quickly, tensing for impact, but it never came. Instead I felt a strong pair of arms catch me and prop me gently upright. I opened my eyes quickly and found myself face to face with the same blonde who spoke at the beginning of class. I didn't know what to say to him so I turned quickly to face the red head that looked very mad that her plan had been thwarted.

"Excuse me," I asked icily polite. "Do you have a problem?"

She smirked at me. "No."

I arched an eyebrow at her. "No? So you're always clumsy and uncoordinated?"

She glared at me as people who overheard snickered. "I'm not clumsy or uncoordinated."

"No? So you tripped me on purpose? Well I would say that means you have a problem. But surely that can't be right, because you said you didn't have a problem. So what could possibly be wrong with you?"

A blush began to mount her cheeks. "There's nothing wrong with me," she said with a sneer.

"Is there not? So then you must be perfect, huh? Then why on earth would you trip me? Because if you're perfect you would a) know that tripping people isn't very nice and there fore would not do it. And b) have such a wonderful self-confidence in your perfection that you wouldn't feel the need to degrade yourself by tripping the new girl in class. So why'd you do it?"

The girl glared at me for a moment then flounced away. I shook my head and rolled my eyes then bent over to pick up the books I had dropped, but found them all in the blonde's arms. He stared at me intensely, then blinked and grinned at me cheerfully, showing off his perfectly white teeth.

"Wow. Shot down Kira and you haven't even been here for a whole morning. I like you already."

"I think you made clear what you think of me already Mr. Garwin," I said coolly, snatching my books from his arms. "And I think I made it clear what I think of you."

"Oh come on. Don't tell me you were insulted. I thought girls liked it when a guy complimented them on how they look."

"They do. However you weren't complimenting me. You said it so people would give you attention. So if you would excuse me I need to get to my next class." I slipped passed him and started walking swiftly away from him. I hoped that he would get the hint. I wasn't looking for any relationships whatsoever, and I hoped to discourage him without resorting to plan Omega.

"So what's your next class?" He asked, quickly catching up to me.

Yeah, I don't think the person up there really liked me that much. "History," I said shortly. Plan Omega was in play.

"Excellent, that's my next class. I'll walk you there if you want."

I didn't reply but lengthened my step to get away from him.

"So what are you doing after school?" He lengthened his step to match mine.

Was he mentally disabled? Anyone could see I was trying to ignore him.

"I was thinking that maybe we could do something together, like study for that English exam coming up next week. You'll probably want some help catching up anyway."

He must be mentally disabled. Or he had another strategy. Hmm.

"So what do you say. It doesn't have to be a date, just as friends would be fine."

Maybe he was hoping that if he would annoy me enough I would stop ignoring him and talk. Well I wasn't going to give in to him. I would not talk to him no matter what.

"So that's a yes? Good, I'll be over at your dorm at 5."

"What?!" Oh crap. That just shows the extent of my willpower.

He smirked at me, but his eyes were intense as if he was trying to figure something out. "Ah, so she can speak."

I glared at him. "Ok look here, Pretty Boy," I snarled, my short fuse burning up quickly. "I don't want to have anything to do with you, all right? So now get off my back and leave me alone!"

"The name is Reid Garwin. And I think you do want to have something to do with me."

"Oh really? Why's that?"

"You called my Pretty Boy. You think I'm pretty."

I smirked. "Oh, did I say pretty? I meant petty."

He glared at me, but continued to follow me as I made my way to history. I smirked to myself and mentally tallied up the points. Viviane 1 Reid zip. Moment of victory passed, and I came back down to earth. I walked through the history doors and quickly walked over to the teacher. Unfortunately he was busy talking to another student so I had to wait for him to finish, giving Reid the perfect opportunity to talk.

"So what do you—"

"Seriously Reid. Stay away from me," I interrupted.

"Why should I?" He asked quietly, his face inches from mine, his blue eyes staring into my own. I suppressed a shiver as sudden knowledge hit me. He was different. Quickly I shook that thought away and concentrated on his question.

Well what could I say? I certainly couldn't tell the truth. The reason I can't date you is because I have a psychotic demon as a father who likes to kill people close to me to get to me. I'm sure that would go over well. Quickly with the improvisation skills that would make any actor proud I came up with another excuse.

"I have a boyfriend waiting for me from back home." Well, I thought in satisfaction as I saw his jaw drop and disappointment fill his eyes. That certainly worked.

"Really? What's he like."

My gaze turned into slits. "Well for one he's not an idiot."

Just then the teacher finished talking so I turned away from Reid and introduced myself. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Reid go to his own seat, and muscles that I hadn't known I had been clenching relaxed. Feeling disconcerted and confused I sat down in an empty seat and studiously ignored the stares of the other students, and one set in particular.

XXXXX Reid POV

Reid completely ignored what the teacher was saying and instead concentrated on the beautiful girl sitting a few seats in front of him. She was writing notes, carefully hanging onto the teacher's every word. Her brilliant red hair was swept over one to one side, her left elbow resting on the desk with her left hand propping up her head. Her lightly tanned skin seemed to glow in the florescent lighting, accenting every move. But at the same time there was a subtle…something that made her seem different.

A hard nudge in the ribs stopped his staring enough to glare at his friend Tyler Simms. Tyler silently passed him a note and returned to writing notes. Reid glanced warily up at the teacher then looked at the note.

What's up with you? You've been staring at the new girl all class.

With a small smirk Reid quickly scribbled down his response. 'I met her in English, and I got this really weird vibe about her.'

What kind of vibe?

'I don't know for sure. I think she's not all she appears to be, she's hiding something. I feel what I imagine Pogue felt when he met Chase.'

It could be anything Reid. Do you think it's something like us?

Reid frowned and thought about it quickly. 'I don't know. All I can say is that she has a secret, and I'm going to find out what.'

Reid ignored all of Tyler's other attempts to talk to him, pretending that he was listening to the teacher for a change, but his thoughts were far away. He was planning on all the ways he could get to know Viviane, and measures he might have to take if she resisted. For the Good of the Covenant he needed to know.

XXXXX Viviane POV

The rest of school was uneventful. I ate lunch at an empty table and did my homework instead of trying to make friends. It was a system that I had gotten used to at my other schools and I was used to it. It suited my goals of not getting close to anyone, and getting good grades. Two birds with one stone if you will.

All throughout lunch I could feel the stares on my back and fought the urge to hunch my shoulders. I hated it when people stared at me. My instincts were more honed than a human's so I could always tell when someone was staring at me. The hairs on the back of my neck would rise, and goose bumps would break out across my skin. It was a particularly pleasant feeling and I always had to repress the urge to shudder when it happened.

When lunch finally ended I rushed out of the lunchroom and to my next class, French. I had always liked French. The Demon had knack for learning languages, and it rubbed off on my normal self quite a bit. My French teacher a couple years back had pronounced me fully bilingual, but I still took the class so I wouldn't loose my touch.

I arrived at the classroom a couple minutes early and I talked to the teacher, Mme Trousseau until everyone arrived. She gave me the binder of notes, and caught me up on everything they had gone over so far. When she was done expressing how excited she was to have a good student in the class I sat down in a seat next to good-looking, brown-haired, blue-eyed guy. He smiled at me in a friendly manner and I couldn't help but smile back.

"Tyler Simms," he whispered as the teacher started the lecture.

"Viviane Mires," I whispered back before settling down to write notes.

The class went very smoothly, almost too smoothly. I had covered all the material before and had kept my notes. Gradually I began to tune out the teacher, almost drifting to sleep before jerking awake again. It wasn't that the class was bad, it was just boring.

"Viviane?"

I jerked my eyes up from the paper that I was doodling to look at the teacher.

"Ta réponse?"

"Um…" What was the question?

Tyler inconspicuously slid a piece of towards me and I glanced at it quickly before looking at the teacher.

"L'imperitif?" I guessed.

Mme Trousseau beamed at me. "Oui, bravo." She then continued rattling on about whatever we had been talking about.

I looked at Tyler and he grinned at me. I mouthed thanks and returned to my drawing. Finally after what seemed like forever the bell rang. I gathered up my things and began to hurry out the door, but I was stopped by a hand on my shoulder. I turned around and looked at Tyler who was smiling in his friendly way again.

"Hey," he said easily. "What's the rush?"

"I need to find my next class. I'm bound to get lost on the way so I need to hurry," I lied easily. What was it with boys and their need to talk to me today?

"What's your next class?"

"Biology, room 129."

"That's right next to my class. I'll walk with you there."

I tried to think of a way to politely refuse, but when I didn't find one a shrugged, resigned. "Sure, if you'd like to."

"It's not a problem," he reassured me and we started walking. "So what do you think of Spencer so far?"

"It's good." Let's see if plan Omega works this time.

"How have your classes been?"

"Good."

"What do you think of your teachers?"

"They're good."

"In the middle of the night a bunch of scientists are going replace your brain with a peanut."

"G—hey!" I glared at Tyler.

He threw back his head and laughed. "I'm sorry," he apologized. "I couldn't resist."

I sniffed. "That doesn't make it any better."

"I know, I'm sorry. So honestly what do you think?"

I rolled my eyes. Ok, so Tyler wasn't going to allow Omega to stay in place for any length in time. I opened my mouth to give a real response but someone called my name.

"Hey Viviane!"

I frowned and whirled around, finding myself face to face with the guy from the plane. What was his name? Merrick? Eric? Derrick? Yeah, I think it was Derrick. "What are you doing here?" I asked confused.

"I go to this school, remember? So what are you doing here?"

"I go here now too." Dang it why can't people just leave me alone!

"Really? That's cool."

"Sure whatever." I tried to turn away from him, buy he grabbed me by the shoulder and stopped me. I felt a shiver go up my spine at his touch and I stiffened. Something about Derrick gave me the creeps. "Let go of me," I said softly.

"Not until you agree to have dinner with me."

"I don't date," I said flatly. "Besides I'm busy tonight."

Derrick smiled easily at me, but something told me he wasn't as relaxed as he appeared. "I'm not taking no as an answer, Viviane."

"I think the lady said no," Tyler stated coolly.

Derrick looked at Tyler as if noticing him for the first time. A sneer marred his handsome face. "I don't think you were involved with this. Walk away while you still can."

I jerked my arm out of his grip quickly. "Stay away from me Derrick. I'm not going to repeat myself. Next time I won't be so nice."

Derrick smirked at me and allowed me to go. "I'm counting on it."

I looked at him uneasily and hurried away with a furious Tyler in tow. We turned the last corner together and I gave Tyler one small, stiff smile before going into my class. I hated to admit it but I was surprised by Derrick's attitude in the hall, and I hated it when people do things I don't expect. It means it's that much easier for my father to find me, and I couldn't let that happen.

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