Disclaimer: We don't own The Covenant.

Authors: SkyyRyder and THE Cara Mascara

A/N: So, sorry for the wait. We've both been a little MIA. I've been really into my wrestling stories personally. Skyy's had her part of this chapter written since November though, so the long delay is really my fault. I apologize. Thanks to those who reviewed (kindly)!

Yes, that means I don't like being told I have to write something (this is directed at the select few with no patience). Would you rather have a shitty, forced chapter, or a good, thought out, inspired chapter? Don't leave reviews telling us we're 'rude' and 'selfish' for not updating. We have lives! I'm a full time student and Skyy has a family to take care of. We don't have to be doing this at all! We do it for fun. There is no obligation. Don't act like you pay us to write this story. And ESPECIALLY demand an update when you're clearly too much of a coward, and know you'll get attacked because you don't even log in! FUCK YOU!

Now, to the more patient and respectful readers, without further adieu, chapter 20.

Fallen Now is Babylon the Great

Chapter 20: Whipped?

-Babylon's POV-

I don't know where my head is lately.

Actually, I do.

On Reid Garwin.

School has never seemed so boring; class never seemed so long. All I can think about is getting out and spending the five minute passing period with him before I go to my next class which is tragically Reid-less.

I still can't completely understand how or why we're together. He would've probably been the absolute last person on earth I'd ever picture myself with. But I could really see a future with him. I could see us going to college together. I could see us getting married and having children. I could see myself spending the rest of my life with him.

Finally, the bell rang and I quickly gathered my things, standing with my books in my arms and ready to rush to my locker where I was sure Reid would be waiting for me.

But my plans were intercepted.

"Babylon, we need to talk to you." Before I could even escape the classroom, four girls from the dance team had cornered me.

And I knew right away what they wanted.

I've cancelled dance practice more than I should've. I've been letting the dance team down. We're slacking. And I know it's my fault.

Reid is just so distracting though.

"You need to step down from captain gracefully. You're bringing the team down. You can still be on it. But I think I deserve to take over as captain. I'm unattached," Valeria Stewart, one of the better dancers on the team blurted out. "If you don't, we're going to talk to the provost."

"I knew it..." I muttered, shaking my head. I hadn't even realized. I really hadn't. And they were right. It wasn't fair. "I still have to be on the team. I need to."

Valerie smirked and nodded. "Well then you have to actually show up to practice."

With a flip of her brown hair, she spun on her heel, her posse following right behind her and exiting the classroom.

I want to cry. I hope Reid knows everything I'm sacrificing for him. Being the captain of the dance team was my favorite of all the activities I was involved in. But I need to be able to see Reid. He's like my drug. He makes me feel good when I think I'm so down in the dumps it's impossible to be lifted from the gloomy stupor.

Like now.

"Look at this! Look at this!" Reid had a grin on his handsome face as he raced to meet me halfway down the hall, swinging a paper around. "Look, B."

Shoving the paper forward my eyes fell on the grade. He'd gotten an A on the test I'd helped him study for. And I couldn't help but smile. He was so happy with himself. I never thought I'd see the day where Reid Garwin was excited about getting a good grade. He'd never seemed to care.

"Congratulations!" I said happily, letting him wrap his arms around me and kiss me a little more than I would've liked in the middle of the bustling school hallway. But I didn't want to spoil his celebration.

"Baby, we're studying more later. I have another test. Man, I can't believe I got a fuckin' A!" His enthusiasm both surprised and pleased me. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and led me over to my locker, telling me about how he almost put a wrong answer for one of the questions, but he'd remember the correct one because, quote 'you licked your lips when you said it and it was sexy' end quote.

My dance dilemma could wait.

True to his word, Reid wanted to study once the school day was over. We sat in his room, looking through some of his Calc notes. But as usual, my mind was running. And there was a question I've been meaning to ask for a while plaguing my thoughts.

"Reid, can I ask you something?" I had thought about asking someone else this question, Tyler was my first idea. He'd know if anyone would, right? But then I decided this was something I needed to be straightforward with. I had to ask Reid himself.

His head snapped up from the book he'd been looking at and he lifted his eyebrows, his blue eyes searching mine for a hint. "Shoot."

I lightly bit down on my lower lip and Reid must've noticed my apprehension to continue because he closed his book and set it aside, letting me know I had his undivided attention. Here goes nothing. "I know it's not really my... business but... h-how many girls have you slept with?"

Reid's lips pursed and his eyes flashed away from mine before flickering back up. "Why do you want to know that?"

"I-I just need to know Reid." His brow creased and he looked in deep thought. I licked my suddenly dry lips and sat, waiting in the deafening silence. "Reid?"

"I'm counting," he muttered, avoiding my eyes.

"Are you joking?! You have to count?!" This pretty much horrified me. I mean, I knew he'd been around the block a few times, but so many times he had to count?!

"I guess you shouldn't have asked if you didn't want to know." His voice was dark. Clearly, he was not happy that I'd brought this up. Or with my reaction to it. But I can't help it.

Stressed, I pulled my fingers through my hair. "So... how many is it?" The question wasn't as gentle and cautious as it had been at first.

"Thirty-two," he snapped. He's never spoken to me like that before and it shocked me a little. But not as much as his answer had.

"Thirty-two Reid?! How old were you your first time?!" I demanded, standing up now. I can't believe this.

He shook his head and sighed. "Why? So you can criticize me for it? Why don't you go find a virgin boyfriend if it's such a big fucking deal?" His eyes were blazing as he glared down at me. I hadn't even noticed he too had stood up.

My heart started pounding in my chest and a huge lump formed in my throat. This wasn't going the way I had wanted it to. I had wanted him to tell me his reputation was all a lie. That he was still saving himself the one. That I was the one.

And now he was breaking up with me.

Tears started forming in my eyes when I thought about everything I'd pushed aside for him. I quit most of my after school activities. I resigned as the captain of the dance team, giving someone else the responsibility. I was still class president, but I scheduled meetings less frequently. I did it all to spend time with him and now it was over.

I heard him sigh when the tears started creeping down my cheeks as I gathered my things, ready to leave his room. "B, stop. I'm sorry," he said, taking my books from my hands and dropping them back on his bed. I fell forward into his chest, allowing him to hold me and run his hands through my hair. "I didn't mean it."

I sniffed, pulling back a little and wiping my eyes. The lump in my throat went away and heart rate returned to it's normal pace. "It's my fault. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have acted like such a lunatic. I know there's nothing you can do about it now. I just wish you'd never..."

"I know." He held my face and finished wiping the tears from my cheeks with his thumbs. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled my body closer to his, resting my head in the crook of his neck.

"I love you."

-Reid's POV-

I was desperately trying to get my mind off of the feelings that were rumbling around inside of me. I felt like a fucking female. Seriously, how could I not decide how I felt? Usually when I played girls it wasn't like this. It didn't go this far.

Then again, I've never actually had to work for one like this.

Babylon was definitely different than all the other girls. She actually meant something. I had half a fucking mind to tell Aaron to take his stupid bet and shove it up his ass. But I couldn't. I wouldn't. I was too bull-headed to do that.

I was too set on the prize. I would shove it in Aaron's face. Maybe I could do this without letting Babylon know the absolute truth. Was that even possible? I sure as hell hope it is.

She told me that she loved me. I still couldn't seem to wrap my head around it. I was completely tripping over this entire thing. I feel like such an asshole, but what am I going to do? Give up? Fuck no.

"Hey Garwin." Someone saying my name grabbed my attention. I turned around and noticed Aaron jogging up behind me. What the hell did he want? "Wait up."

I stopped walking and smirked at him, "What's up Aaron?"

"Just wanted to see how our little plan was going." He grinned at me cockily.

Ugh, this guy made me want to punch him in the face for no reason. Just his smirk was condescending. I was really getting irritated with him.

"Things are going good, Abbot," I told him with a lazy shrug. I didn't want to give him too much fuel to add to the fire. "Real good."

"You bag her yet?" he asked, eyebrows shooting up.

If I wanted to hit him before, I really wanted to hit him now. If I weren't so anxious to win this bet I'd probably pummel his ass right now.

"Not yet, but I'm working on it…" I shrugged my shoulders. What am I saying? If she heard me right now...

It would break her fucking heart.

"I can't wait to see this video," Aaron grinned wickedly and rubbed his hands together. And I thought I was a fucking pervert; look at this douchebag!

"Whatever." I pushed past him and continued on my way. I was headed towards the store to get some supplies. Baby Boy had been eating all of the junk food, and I was itching for some salt and vinegar chips.

I stepped into the store, searching the aisle for my favorite bag of chips when I ran into a girl from school. I looked up past her chest and to her face.

Shit, fuck me! I can't believe I went straight for the face! That is not something that Reid Garwin does.

I knew her. Mickie Stewart, one of the hottest chicks at Spenser and probably one of the only ones that I haven't fooled around with yet, but I had been planning on it, even before the entire Babylon fiasco. She was looking good today, but I wasn't about to jeopardize everything I had worked so hard for, for some easy lay.

"Hey Reid," she grinned at me, her chest literally popping out, asking me to nuzzle against them, lick them, and do things that I probably shouldn't to them. But I ignored it. Jesus...

'Mickie." I nodded my head slightly to her and grabbed the chips I was looking for.

"What are you doing here?" sfe asked. She's blonde, could you tell?

"Obviously getting some chips…" I retorted lifting up the bag of chips to her.

She made an 'O' shape wit her mouth and grinned at me. She lifted her hand to my arm and slid her fingernails down, trying to get a rise out of me. I sighed, not really wanting to give in to her. I couldn't. It would blow everything I had with Babylon and I wasn't willing to risk that.

"You know, my roommate is out of town for the weekend..." She moved closer to me, but I didn't bother to react.

I untangled myself from her and sighed. "Sorry Mickie." I licked my lips. "If you haven't noticed, I've got a girlfriend."

She rolled her eyes and tossed her blond hair over her shoulder. "It's not like she'll ever know." Her lips pursed at me. Those wonderfully plump lips were poking out at me, very inviting.

"But I will."

Jesus, I just turned down the fuck of a lifetime! What the hell is getting in to me?! She gave me a not-so-pleased look, turned quickly on her heel and walked away. I sighed heavily running a hand through my hair.

Did I really just do that?

I'm seriously thinking I need medical attention and soon.

"You've got to be kidding me!"

The sound of his voice made me whip around to see Aaron Abbot standing with a smug look on his face. I rolled my eyes; I am still not in the mood to mess around with him. I swear I will punch him, and enjoy every second of it. He pushed away from the corner of the aisle and walked to me.

"Looks like Reid Garwin has gone soft after all." His lips curled in to a grin. "Who would have thought that Garwin would fall in love… and with a prude no-less?"

I felt my jaw snap shut, my teeth grind together, and my temper was seriously about to flare. Who the fuck did this guy think he was?

He walked right up to me and I shook my head. "You've got some nerve, Abbot…" I said through clenched teeth.

"It's cute really, that you're in love with her and all…" He circled around me. "But it's a shame you're gonna have to screw her over…" He grinned wickedly. "Or else..."

"Or else what?" I pushed. He was really starting to get on my last nerve.

"Or else everyone at Spenser is going to know just how pussy whipped you really are," he finished, stopping so that we were now nose to nose.

I scoffed at him; I was not putting up with this. I shoved him out of my way and walked towards the front door.

"You're just proving my point, Reid…" Aaron followed me out on to the street.

I turned around quickly and got in his face. "You're fucking wrong, you got that?" I pushed him back a little. "I'm not fucking pussy whipped!"

"That's right, because you can't get any pussy from Babylon…" Aaron provoked.

Oh, this fucker is asking for it. He is asking for me to whip his ass right here in front of everyone. I snapped. I couldn't listen to his fucking mouth anymore. I pulled my fist back and it met his face. Before I knew if the two of us were rolling around tossing punches around like we normally did when he said something that pissed me off.

I wasn't having it anymore; I was not going to be known as pussy whipped Reid Garwin. Fuck that. No way in hell.

"How's that for pussy whipped, dick?" I growled lowly wiping the blood away from my mouth as I stood up.

I walked away without my chips, but I had my dignity. At least for now. I was really pissed though. I was not fucking pussy whipped. I don't care what that faggot says. I am Reid fuckin' Garwin; I am not pussy whipped.