A/N: I'm bad I know. Just seem to be struggling with this story at the moment. Hopefully I'll get out of this funk soon. Anyway, I hope this chapter is up to standards for you guys. It's not much and I know it's short. It's more Riley and Trevor. Sorry.

Disclaimer: Don't own The Covenant.

It had been three days since the dinner party and Riley had yet to hear anything from Nic. It was around eight o'clock Saturday morning and Riley was snuggled under her covers. She was having a pleasant dream involving Garrett Hedlund and a private performance when something heavy landed on her and shattered it. Her eyes shot open to find Trevor in her face grinning madly. She moved her leg to kick him, but he quickly jumped off of her and landed in a crouch on the left side of the bed, which happened to be closer to the door. She glared daggers at him.

"What the hell was that for?!" He just shrugged; his impish smile never faltering.

"I called your name, but you were to busy moaning." He waggled his eyebrows and laughed as the blush crept up her face.

"I didn't moan."

"Oh yes you did. It was something like 'Oh Garrett, you're so amazing and so hot. Let's runaway together and make lots of babies,'" he said in a high pitched, girly voice. She scowled at him as he doubled over in laughter. It was cut short as something firmly hit him on the head. He looked up to find Riley holding one of her pillows in a tight grip, determination clear in her face.

"Did you just…" He didn't get to finish his question as she swung the pillow again and smacked him hard in the face. He looked at her and glared. "Oh it's on." He dove at her and she quickly rolled off the bed, pillow still firmly in her hands. He grabbed her other pillow and moved towards her. He managed to maneuver her into the center of the room where they didn't have to worry about any stray boxes getting in the way or breaking anything.

"You really shouldn't start something you can't finish Riles."

"Well it's a good thing I intend to finish it then."

"Bring it on little sister. You don't stand a chance." They ran at each other at the exact same time; both pillows flying wildly around and hitting various parts of their target's body. They were at it for a good ten minutes before Riley managed to knock Trevor's weapon out of his hand. Seeing that he was losing he did the first thing he thought of. He charged at Riley as she raised her pillow to attack once more, knocking her to the ground. Her grip on the pillow loosened and then she lost it all together as Trevor began to tickle her. She laughed, screamed, and kicked as he continued his assault.

"Just admit you can't beat me and I'll stop," Trevor said smiling.

"N…ne…never." Trevor doubled his efforts. It wasn't until Riley felt that she was going to pee her pants that she gave in. "O...okay, okay. You win." Trevor stopped tickling her and leaned down.

"What was that? I couldn't quite hear you?"

"I said you win. No get off me. I have to use the bathroom." Trevor laughed as he stood up and pulled her up as well. Riley quickly made her way to the bathroom to relieve herself. As she stepped out she heard something fall, by the sound of the echo it had to be in the kitchen.

"Shit." She shook her head and smiled. When she got to the kitchen she laughed out loud. Trevor was on the floor cleaning up pancake batter. The bowl was perched next to the edge with little drips on its side pooling onto the counter. "Keep laughing and you're on your own for breakfast," Trevor said glaring.

"You wouldn't let your little sister starve." She gave him her puppy look.

"Watch me," he said sarcastically, turning back to the mess. A small smile played on the corner of his mouth. They both knew he didn't mean it. She grabbed some more paper towels and began to help him clean up. Afterwards Riley mixed some more batter and Trevor made the pancakes, eggs, and bacon while she set the table.

It surprised her how they seemed to fall back into the rhythm they had at the ranch. Mrs. Clara had made sure that both of them knew how to cook and on Saturday mornings they would rotate. One would cook the food while they other set the table. They had felt the need to give Mrs. Clara the weekend off when she finally felt comfortable enough to leave them alone in the kitchen. Their grandpa didn't mind one bit either. The man could burn toast so he truly needed someone to cook for him. They sat down and began to eat. Riley could feel Trevor's eyes on her and looked up at him questioningly.

"What?" He shook his head.

"Nothing." He cleared his throat and took a drink of his orange juice as she continued to stare at him. "So what did you think of last night?" She rolled her eyes.

"Do you really have to ask?" A smile came to his face.

"You're right."

"So why don't you cut the bullshit and ask me what you really want to know." She quirked her eyebrow at him and he dropped his head. He could stare down the most important men in the business world and barely break a sweat, but that look from his little sister and he crumbled. She knew the real him, not the mask that he slid into place to put on the show their dad expected. She had seen him when he lost his temper and destroyed his room in a fit of rage set off by their dad. She had tracked him down to their mother's grave and held him as he cried at the loss of their parents. She sat there with him as he waited for a phone call from Carrie Donahue. That was one of the worst moments of his life. He sat in fear of the news that he might be a father at the tender age of sixteen. Riley had been through everything with him and he with her. They were open books to each other and they couldn't hide anything, no matter how hard each tried.

"What do you think of Reid?" She looked at him and sighed. She figured it must've been hard on Trevor. He had graduated and moved to Boston when she was thirteen. He hadn't really been around to deal with boys and dating. Luckily for her grandpa, those were very rare occurrences. She shrugged her shoulders.

"He's alright, a bit arrogant. Is he like that all the time?"

"Yeah, but I think most of it's a front. Just…be careful. He has a reputation for…" Trevor struggled to come up with something that wouldn't paint Reid in a terrible light. He knew that he was a good guy; it was just that he still had a lot of growing up to do.

"Being a sex crazed maniac?" Trevor's eyes shot to Riley and his mouth hung open. "What? It's not like I need you to sugarcoat anything for me. It was pretty obvious from his flirting that he's bedded plenty of girls." Trevor shook his head.

"When did you become so good at reading people?"

"You know me. I've always been a people watcher."

"Very true."

"And thanks." He quirked his eyebrow. "For the warning, even though I already put it together that he's not exactly the relationship type. It's nice to know I haven't lost my big brother to all of this," she said waving her fork around the nice apartment.

"Hey," his tone was serious and she looked at him in slight shock. "You will never lose me." She smiled softly and nodded her head. She knew it was stupid to ever think that Trevor would abandon her, but money did have a way of changing people and Trevor hung out with a different crowd of people then what he used to back at the ranch. It was nice to know that everything they had been taught there hadn't been thrown out the window when he moved here. They ate in silence a little bit longer.

"So, I'm meeting up with some friends at the park, play some football. You want to come?"

"I've watched you play football before. Why would I want to now?" Trevor sighed.

"I just thought we could hangout. It's the first day that I'm not bogged down by work. We can go out and eat afterwards, maybe catch a movie." He ducked his head a little. "Plus my friends are anxious to meet you. They won't stop bugging me. Please Riles?" He gave her the puppy look. She rolled her eyes. He knew he was nowhere near as good at it as she was, but he had moments when it worked. Just not on her, but there was a first time for everything.

"Fine." He smiled completely happy. He was getting his little sister back after being apart for too long.

"Great. You get dressed and I'll run the dishwasher." He took her plate and went to the kitchen while she headed to her room. She opened her top dresser drawer. She had managed to unpack half her stuff. Luckily that included her workout clothes. She wouldn't even know which box to start with if she hadn't. She pulled out her blue basketball shorts, a sports bra, and one of her old tournament t-shirts. She figured she might as well try getting a workout in while she was out there, especially if she wanted to try to make the softball team. She grabbed the knee brace that had been sitting in her duffle bag. She sat on her bed and just stared at it. Truthfully she was petrified. She hadn't done anything like her normal workouts. She was afraid that she wouldn't be able to cut it anymore. A knock on her door startled her.

"Come in," she said, taking a seat on the bed and putting the brace on. Trevor pushed the door open and stepped in. He watched as she pulled the brace up over her scarred knee. He remembered when his grandfather had called and told him she was in the hospital. He was working late, helping their dad finish some things for a meeting the next morning that he would be in. As soon as he got the call he booked the first flight out. He didn't even bother going back to the apartment for clothes. He still had some stashed at the ranch. All that mattered was getting to his baby sister's side. Their dad yelled at him for being irresponsible. He had felt that the meeting took precedence over anything else. He had said that Riley was fine and wasn't going anywhere, that Trevor should have waited until after the meeting to leave. It was a good thing Trevor was far away because he knew he would've attacked him for that comment. He stayed by Riley's side the entire time she was unconscious. A shiver coursed through him as he remembered all the tubes and the beeps of the machines. He cleared his throat.

"You ready?" She tied her shoe and stood up.

"Yeah, let's go." They arrived at the park ten minutes later. Riley was impressed. The trees and grass were a beautiful green and well maintained. There were quite a few people out on this lovely morning. She saw joggers, cyclists, and dog walkers, along with stroller moms. Off to the side she could see some of Harvard. Trevor grabbed a football out of the back and led her towards a small group of guys.

"About time man," said one of the guys. He had short black hair and green eyes.

"Shut up Derek. Jim and Kyle aren't even here yet." Derek stared at Riley as he replied to Trevor.

"Jim isn't coming. Cassie is sick so he has to watch Cory. Kyle is recruiting some players at the dorms." Trevor nodded. "This your little sister?" He said motioning to Riley.

"Yeah. Riley I'd like you to meet Derek Carver. We were roommates our sophomore year."

"Man, I was expecting a kid from all the pictures you showed me. She's definitely grown up." Riley blushed.

"Hey," Trevor shouted. Derek held up his hands and smiled.

"I'm just saying man. Don't worry I won't touch."

"I'm sure if you did, Vicky would neuter you." Derek shook his head.

"Very true. It would be such an injustice to the world," he said sadly.

"More like a favor." Before Derek could comment a man with rust colored hair jogged up to them. He had blue eyes and a runner's body.

"Hey guys."

"Hey Mark," Trevor and Derek said at the same time.

"Mark, meet my little sister Riley." Mark stuck out his hand and Riley shook it.

"Pleasure to meet you."

"You too."

"You know Trevor hasn't stopped talking about you since you told him you were moving up here." Derek scoffed.

"He never stopped talking about her before. He just doubled it, especially when you told him you got that scholarship."

"So where's everybody?"

"Jim can't make it and Kyle is getting some new recruits."

"What about Tom?," Mark asked.

"I'm right here." Riley turned to put a face with the voice. However, that wasn't the face she saw.

"Guys, this is my cousin Nic. I knew we were going to be short a few players what with Jim out and Dominic moving to New York, so I asked him if he'd like to join." All the guys said hi and Riley just stared at Nic. He looked good in simple shorts and a t-shirt. It was definitely more attractive than his caterer's uniform. Nic nodded to them and smiled at Riley. She returned it and felt a little flutter in her stomach. She felt silly. She had never acted like some little school girl with a crush before.

"Hey Riley."

"Hey Nic."

"So this is Riley Galloway, huh?" She turned her attention to the man standing next to Nic. He had the same dark brown hair as him, but it was cut shorter and his eyes were blue. "I'm Tom." He stuck out his hand.

"Nice to meet you."

"Likewise," he said smiling. He glanced over at his cousin and smirked. "So," he turned his attention back to his friends. "Where's Kyle?" Mark glanced behind Derek.

"Here he comes. Looks like he got his recruits." Everybody turned their attention to the group of eight that was walking towards them.

"Looks like we have some more cheerleader's boys," Derek said in reference to the two girls that were in the group. They obviously didn't intend to play. The petite blonde was wearing a pair of jean capris and a pink t-shirt. Her hands were interlaced with a tall brunette. He was very handsome, but had a very serious expression on his face. It was almost like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. When he looked at the blonde girl, Riley noticed how it slipped away and he seemed more carefree like someone his age should be.

The stunning black girl was wearing a khaki skirt and green halter top. An arm was wrapped around her shoulder. Following the arm, Riley was shocked at the face she recognized. It was that guy from the party. What was his name?, she thought. Prage? Pouge? Pogue!! That means if he was here it was more than likely that…

Riley looked to the left of the tall dark haired blonde that she assumed had to be Kyle, due to the fact he was definitely older than the others, and found what she had been looking for. A bright blonde mop of hair walked on the right of him. Their eyes connected and he smirked. He elbowed the brunette next to him and motioned to her. The brunette looked up and Riley was taken aback by how blue his eyes were. They were brighter than Reid's. Of course it could be that his darker hair was setting them off.

"We also got some freshman. Should we give a good ol' Harvard welcome?," Trevor asked with a mischievous gleam in his eye. The others nodded and smiled. Riley shook her head. She never could understand the male mind. The group finally reached them and Kyle spoke.

"Guys this is Caleb, his girlfriend Sarah, Pogue, his girlfriend Kate, Reid, and Tyler." They all nodded at the other group. Kate and Sarah smiled at Riley. Pogue nodded his head and Reid smirked. When he glanced behind Riley, it quickly turned into a frown. Oh boy, Riley thought. She knew Reid had finally noticed Nic. This should be interesting. Kyle continued with introductions. "This is Mark, Derek, Trevor, and Tom." He looked at Riley. "And this must be the Riley that I've heard so much about."

"That she is," Trevor said throwing an arm around her. He quickly put her in a headlock and gave her a ruffled her hair. She hit him hard in the side, making him loosen his grip so she could slip out. The others just laughed. Riley glared at Trevor while she fixed her ponytail.

"And you are?," Kyle asked, indicating Nic.

"This is my cousin Nic. I thought we would need some more players and invited him."

"Hey the more the merrier. Although it looks like we need one more player." Kyle was right, they now had an odd number of players. Riley waited a minute before speaking up.

"I'll play." Everybody turned to her.

"Do you know how to play?" Reid asked smiling. It was as if he couldn't believe a girl knew how to play a physical sport like football and hold her own. Of course, in his little high society world he was probably right. She was really looking forward to shoving his words down his throat.

"She knows how to play," Trevor spoke up. He looked at her in concern. "Are you sure you can handle it?" He didn't say anything and made no motions, but Riley knew he was asking about her knee.

"Won't know unless I try." He slowly nodded his head.

"Okay," he said softly. He knew she wouldn't back down. She was stubborn as a mule, but he didn't have much room to talk. "Then we're playing touch."

"Aw, are you to delicate for anything rougher?," Reid asked. His friends rolled their eyes while Trevor, Derek, and Mark glared at him. Derek and Mark were the only two that knew about the accident and that was because they had been around at the time. Kyle and Tom hadn't become friends with Trevor until about a year later. Riley glared at Reid and his smirk widened. She ripped the ball from Derek's hands. She wasn't sure how it got there, but she didn't care.

"I can handle it just fine," she said marching past a stunned Caleb and Kyle. She stopped a few paces and turned. "So ladies, we going to play or what?"