I'm hoping there's still a fandom for the Covenant(which there better because this movies always been, and is always going to be gold) and that there's some people enjoying this story. The more we go on, the more we'll be finding out about her heritage and why she's been seeing and experiencing the things she's been Give me some feedback, I'd love to hear from you guys!

School's been in session for a little over a week and the cycle; the pattern of it is already making me want to crawl out of my skin. I feel all over the place, and restricted. At the same time.

I mean my classes are decent this year; AP Lit, Art, and Civics on Mondays and Wednesdays and then on Tuesdays and Thursdays I had Psychology, Calculus, AP Earth Science and a free period before Gym, which thank god they gave at the end of the day because my hair was always wild as fuck after running laps. I learned that the hard way last year when I was running them first thing in the morning and going to the rest of my classes looking like ass.

I was already looking forward to graduation.

"Mrs. Evans is such a bitter bitch, she has writing a five page essay on the most important bills passed in Massachusetts in the last a hundred years. What kind of bullshit" Lilibeth is walking with me through the Halls, bitching as she stares down at the assignment sheet in her open binder.

"I told you not to take honors law and government" I point out and she bumps me, hard, almost into a group of freshman.

"Sorry" I apologize to them before swinging my backpack at her.

It's a Thursday and I'm sitting outside at an empty stone table in the quad. None of my friends had this period free with me so I'd just have to manage being alone.

It's still nice enough in during the day, nowhere near the summertime heat but almost more beautiful. Like you could bask in the sun, but still have a jacket on.

I'd promised myself I was going to use this off period to keep up with my homework and shit but all I was currently doing was scrolling between my social media accounts, my calculus text book sitting idle on the table in front of me.

My facebook session is cut short by an incoming call.

It's just numbers, no saved name and I click end fast, gritting my teeth. Even though I hadn't saved the number I recognized it.

I'd never been…close with my dad. I didn't hate him, or resent him, is what I told myself. I just didn't know him. He and my mom had split when I was a baby and he had a whole other family now. Yeah, it stung that only he lived in Boston and never made any contact but whatever. The way I saw it I had two dead parents.

But it was at her funeral that he, well a part of him came back into my life.

The woman been dressed head to toe in designer, her deep chocolate skin so radiant you couldn't tell her age, and her long inky braids cascading around her shoulders. She let off an aura of power, of leadership. And I'd been drawn to her even before I knew who she was. Or remembered, that is.

She'd approached me at the reception after the open casket.

"Hello, doll. I'm sure you don't remember me" She'd spoken through berry red lips with a southern drawl, as her black glove covered hands removed her oversized sunglasses.

"Sorry" I mutter, the drug induced haze I'd been in at my mother's funeral was shameful. But it had kept me sane.

"Don't be sorry, the last time I saw you, you couldn't even walk. I'm Marie, your great Aunt. On your father's side" I almost give her a duh, considering all of the family members on my mother's side are white. She light's up a cigarette and offers me one, to which I accept almost instantly.

"Why are you here?" I inquire as she lights it for me.

My mom hadn't gotten along with my dad's family. At all. That's one of the reasons I didn't know any of them, she'd forbade me from seeing them, and banned them from seeing me. She never really told me why; except for that they were bad people, people I didn't need in my life. People that even my father hadn't talked to in decades.

"Your mama, she was a firecracker, not always the easiest woman to get along with" I shoot her a warning glare "but she was fiercely protective of her babies, a lioness. A Leo mother through and through. " Hmm, so maybe that's where my obsession with astrology came from, blood bound.

People I don't really know but who seem to know me pass, leaving the funeral all dressed in black interrupt us and I muster a smile as they walk by and touch me. My shoulder, my back, my head.

There had been so much touching that day. My skin was crawling.

"I came to pay my respects and to see you of course" Marie tells me, puffs of smoke rolling out of her mouth.

I don't bullshit her, maybe it's because I'm tired. Maybe it's because I'm pissed that she would show up here when my mom had exiled her my entire life. Or maybe it's because I'm curious.

"Why would you want to see me?" I question, taking a drag and letting it out through my nose.

"There is so much me and you have to talk about, that we should'a talked about it a long time ago, but she wouldn't let me anywhere near you" she being my mom, the woman in the casket.

"And you decided her funeral would be the best place for these shoulda woulda conversations? What's wrong with you?" I snap a little, but I'm too high for it to come out with any venom.

She laughs at me, giving me an impressed once over.

"Well I see you inherited that fire…but there are other things you inherited too. And not from your mother's side. I've been trying to see you for years, she ever tell you that?" Marie asks, her eyes are light. Like mine, maybe not as green, but much lighter then you'd expect from a woman with a complexion as dark as hers.

I just shake my head.

"You shoulda known me, should have known yourself. But she wouldn't let that happen, and I warned her that one day this would happen. And you wouldn't be ready for it"

"I don't fucking remember any of you wanting to know me. At any point in my life. None of you coming to my birthday parties, or seeing you at Christmas. So you can take that bullshit pity excuse and go fuck yourself" I hiss at her and when she laughs at me again I want to throw the lit cigarette in my hand at her face.

When my Aunt Gemma and Grandma start to walk up to us, unease and anger stricken faces clear, Marie puts out the butt of her cigarette on the side of the stone funeral home.

"I think it's time for you to leave" My grandmother warns, the shaking fury in her voice barley concealed.

Marie holds up her hands "Don't worry Ma, I was just leaving. And you" she nods to me "will be hearing from me. I want to get to know you, Kayleigh and trust me, you want to get to know me" and then she's turned on her heel and I stare after her unable to look away.

My Aunt Gemma snatches the still lit cigarette out of my hand and throws it to the ground, stomping it out before dragging me back inside.

I'm brought out my head, out of the memory, by my phone beeping, and flashing that I had 1 new voice mail.

I don't know how Marie had gotten my phone number, but she had been calling me since a few weeks after the funeral. She'd probably called five or six times, and I'd ignored and deleted the voice mails on every one. But I hadn't told anybody about it either. Not my aunt or sisters or friends. And I planned on keeping it that way.

AP Lit wasn't the horriblest of all my classes.

Mr. Kruger was a cool guy, who actually liked to engage with his students and everyone was in this class; Arlene, Cassie, Lilibeth and Eric, but also Kate, Sarah, Pouge, Reid and Tyler.

And Chase, I'm reminded as he grins at me when I'm walking up the auditorium like steps to take my seat next to Cassie.

I don't force myself to smile back. His…vibration just freaks me out. I can't explain it but it shoots up red flags and I wasn't about to ignore that inner voice telling me something about him was off.

I sit next to Cassie and take out my notebooks for the class.

"Your boyfriend's staring at you" Lilibeth reaches over both Cassie and Arlene to whisper to me and I tell her to shut her mouth.

I hadn't really talked to Tyler since the whole Nicky's situation. He'd texted me a couple times, and I'd given him a couple dry responses but other than that, since school started I'd kind of been keeping my distance from him.

"Mr. Danvers, Provost Higgins requests the pleasure of your company after class" Mr. Krueger tells Caleb before he starts in on his lesson, listing contemporary authors on the chalk board.

Caleb in the Provosts office? Getting in trouble? No way. He was probably going to get some medal or something.

"And the last is Stephen King" the chalk stops grating against the board as Mr. Krueger finishes his list.

"Yeah, Dream catcher was the shit" Reid's obnoxious voice rings out and I turn back to glare at him but catch eyes with Tyler, who is sitting right next to the blond instead. I look away quickly and don't see the frown he shoots me.

"Thank you Mr. Garwin, but no my choice is the Shining" and had it been any other professor Reid would have gotten a demerit.

You and Tyler still all weird?

Cassie passes me a note discreetly, pushing it right under my text book.

There is no me and Tyler I scribble back

Mmmhmm, you're just salt that he didn't kiss you

Fuck U, I'm not. I'm just being real. I didn't want a relationship in the first place

When she reads it she rolls her eyes wordlessly.

Who said anything about relationships? He's so hot(she draws a heart that I don't appreciate next to that)Just fuck him a couple times

I snort and cover it up with a cough. Trying not to get caught.

I was trying mane, but Idk. He's weird I scribble a little alien by it, and a big frownie face.

Keep trying. U guys could make a lot of money if you recorded it She winks in my direction.

'Baby faced boy pounds cute chubby girl. I could see the market value And Cassie reads it and laughs out loud and then quickly stuffs the note under her when the professor asks us what's so funny.

"Nothing, Mr. Krueger, sorry" I apologize to him, fighting a laugh myself.

The rest of the day is fine I guess. Coach McKinley is in a good mood and we do a couple of laps aroud the outdoor track, then he lets us have free sport, which is pretty much code for do whatever the fuck you want but keep on your feet.

"Did you hear that some kid died at the Dells on Friday?" Mery brings up as me, her and Kate walk slow laps around the track, opting to walk instead of playing basket or something.

"No, what the fuck, how?" I question. How messed up, I mean I know those parties could get rowdy, but for someone to die because of it. Jeeze.

"Oh yeah I heard about that. He lived on Reid and Tyler's floor" Kate claims, her long hair pony tail bobs.

"How'd he die?"

"All I know is that they found him in his car" Kate shrugs and as messed up as it is we quickly switch subjects. It's not like we knew the kid, so we move on to other things.

Like how Dan, my ex, is dating Jaclyn Pac, his ex, again. And they both happen to be in this gym class with us.

I wouldn't have been annoyed had he not talked so much shit about her to me this during the duration of our relationship. I was starting to wonder if it had ever even been a relationship at all. As we pass he gives me a cordial smile and she pulls on his arm possessively, her almond eyes hardened into slits.

I give an amused "hmph" and look away. Whatever. They could have each other.

We babble away the whole rest of the period, Kate always has good gossip and it makes the class go by fast. It feels like only five minutes have passed when the bell rings and were in the locker room changing.

I'm wrapped in a towel, pulling my panties back up my legs under it. I didn't hate my body, but I definitely was far from a size two, and wasn't as comfortable with it as some other people.

Like Mery; for example. She had on only a pair of dc comic printed boy shorts, her boobs that were too big for her little body hanging out as she dried her wet hair with a towel.

"Oh yeah, here, look. This is the kid that died Friday" She reaches a paper flyer over to me as I'm adjusting my boobs back into the black lacey bra I'd worn today. I'm well endowed too, but they were at least proportionate to my body. I put on my uniform shirt, the buttons undone and hanging open and I grab the flyer.

My blood runs cold and the stab of surprise as I look down at the paper in my hands is obviously evident on my face.

"What, did you know him?" Mery's voice sounds kind of freaked out.

It's the…demon thing from my dream the other night. Except for it's not a demon, it's a dead kid. He was a real person. I feel a little paralyzed as I think about it. I can't stop looking at the picture, he looks so innocent. Such a far cry from the dark, distorted version of him I'd dreamt about. How did I dream about him? I'd never met him before.

I'd told Mery I had, had a weird fucked up dream but if I told her now that it had been about this dead kid… well I just had a feeling that that wouldn't go over so well.

"Kayleigh" Mery calls me out of my trance and I look up from the kids face to her. But I still see it. Morphing and contorting and turning into smoke.

"I'm fine sorry…It's just weird. And fucked up" I manage around the haze of confusion in my brain.

"Yeah it is…but we didn't even know him so whatever" Mery says slowly and testily, grabbing the paper out of my hands, and stuffing it back into my locker. She looks a little worried.

"Yeah, whatever" I lie, turning back to face my own locker and buttoning up my shirt.

I'd chalked it up to a weird coincidence. That I must have seen him around the hallways before. I'd read somewhere that you couldn't create faces in your mind, that you only dreamed about faces that you'd seen before. So that was it. I'd just seen it before. And it was just a dream.

Just a dream, I repeat to myself.

Mery and I were both sat on my bed back in the dorms; I was listening to her talk about how some guy had already invited her to the Fall Fest. We both had on green tea clay mud masks, and were watching episodes of Game of Thrones on my laptop, my attempt to wind down.

"He's such a burn out though, why do you attract the weirdest fucking people?" I know I sound judgey and stuck up, even before she tells me so.

"Don't be so stuck up, he's nice"

"I guess" I respond, rolling my eyes readjusting so that my legs were kicked over hers. Damn Spencer dorms and their twin beds.

My phone dings, the indication of a text message and I grab it blindly, not taking my eyes away from the carnage of Game of Thrones, off the side table and bring it up to my face.

Tyler- Hey with a winky face emoji. I just roll my eyes and put it back, face down. But I can't stop the itch I get to reply to him.

"Who is it?"

"Tyler"

"Are you going to text him back?" But she's paying more attention to Jon Snow fighting the white walkers.

Why couldn't I find myself a Jon Snow?

"Nope" I pop the p.

"Liar" Mery accuses.

And I am a liar, because I pick the phone back up after only a couple of minutes and reply.

Hi I text back simply. Being stand offish without even meaning to.

Tyler-What are you doing?

I check the time; it's eleven thirty, almost midnight.

Just watching Netflix with Mery, you?

It bings back fast.

Tyler- Anything interesting? He sends first and then a couple seconds later It's followed by Want to hang out?

My heart starts to pound. Do I?

Fuck yes I do.

"He wants to hang out" I tell Mery and she chuckles.

"Go hang out with him then! You need to get laid" She inputs and I would argue but she's right.

Like right now? My fingers type fastI'm already sitting up. Oh my god I look like shit.

Tyler- Yes right now(laughing emoji)

Fuck, I hiss I hop up from the bed. Oh, fuck , fuck, fuck.

Give me 20 minutes? I text and his response is immediate

Tyler-Yeah, I'll meet you in front of your dorm, kay?

Kay I respond as I rush over to our small bathroom, and start to furiously scrub off the face mask. My hair is pulled up into a ratty bun, so I turn on my straightener.

"He only gave me twenty minutes fucking a" I curse as I furiously attempt to make myself look decent in the short time span. Thank god I had taken a shower earlier, and even shaved my legs.

"Is your pooka shaved?" Mery calls to me and I laugh as I brush light foundation across my face.

"Who says he's getting any pooka tonight?" I call back and she snorts.

In twenty minutes I manage to change into a cute bra strappy bra, an oversized t-shirt, leggings and one of my baggy gray knit cardigans. Having shorter hair had its advantages because I'd flipped it around a little, ran my straightener through it, also using the hot tool to curl my long bangs back a little and it had that whole deliberate messy vibe to it. Thank god I'd decided to get it cut into a lob(a grief reaction) earlier in the summer.

I put on the bare minimum makeup, concealing and doing my brows. Bronzer, highlighter a couple heavy coats of mascara and a blend of fawn colored eyeshadow. The bathroom is left a total mess.

"Do I look okay?" I quiz my roommate whose still on my bed, totally immersed in the show playing on the laptop as I rub lotion all over my chest.

She looks up at me only for a second "You look good" She offers simply, before going back to her show.

I slather a rose nude shad of liquid lipstick on and my phone dings again.

Tyler-I'm outside

Okay, I'll be down in a second

"Okay, I'll be back. I'm leaving the door unlocked" I inform my roommate as I sling the cross body bag over my shoulder.

"Bye, have fun being a hoe" and I close the door behind me and slink as quietly as I can through the hallway and down the stairs, slightly cursing the fact that my moccasins squeak on linoleum. I don't get caught though. Its half luck, and half the fact that I've snuck out too many times to count since freshman year. I'm pretty much a professional at it by now.

Tyler's waiting for me when exit C dorms, perched against the brick wall, his arms crossed over his chest. It's so dark I can't see the details of him, but I can see that he's wearing a pair of gray sweats and a Spencer swim team hoodie, his dark hair looks messier than usual.

I'm trying so hard to keep a straight head, to not be too excited or eager.

"Hey" He grins a little as I approach. I can see his teeth even in the dark.

"Hello sir" I hesitate, not really knowing what he wanted from me. I mean he was being so confusing; texting me like he wanted me, inviting me places and not paying any attention to me. I really didn't know how to approach this, especially after I'd been kind of icing him out for the last week.

I felt…awkward and nervous and a little bit stupid on top of that.

"I didn't think you were gonna' come" He admits, conforming that he's been able to tell I've been feeling off about him lately.

"You're lucky I had already watched the season of Game of Thrones we were watching" I offer humorously inching closer and his eyes glint as he looks down at me.

He hugs me again then, longer this time. His body's so warm, the cotton of his sweat shirt soft on my cheek. He's always been taller then me, which is an easy feat considering my 5'2 frame, but without the usual heels I have on the height difference is intense. I feel small in his arms. When had his arms gotten so big? Or had I just never had the time to be held by them, long enough to notice them?

It should be weirder that I'm just kind of clinging to him, but his hand is running up and down my back and it keeps me at ease.

"Are you still pissed at me?" He asks and I don't move my head to look at him, I just keep leaning against him.

"I was never pissed at you" It's only half a lie. I hadn't been pissed, I'd been...rejected. And that was worse.

"You sure?" He prods but I'm not going to whine to him. Yes, Tyler, I think. I was pissed at you because it felt like you were rejecting me. Felt like you'd finally realized how hot you are, how out of my league you are.

"Fuck, it's freezing" I hiss instead as a cold gust of air sweeps, making me stand on my tippy toes a little and bury my face in his neck.

"Come on" I really don't want him to let go of me but he does, and takes one long legged step down the concrete steps, still looking back at me.

"Where are we going?" I follow him, and he moves to walk close to me, pressing the side of his body against mine.

"You down to smoke?" And I give him a deadpan look. When was I not down for a bowl or a blunt?

He laughs "I knew you would be, come one" as we walk briskly across the big green lawn, sticking mostly to the building shadows in an attempt not to get caught by one of the security guards.

My stomachs doing summersaults, and I'm hoping that the night would end in more than a smoke sesh.

Like my character, I am a bit of a tease. So keep reading to find out what happens.