A.N. I do not own any of the characters from the Covenant. I have created original characters which are mine. This story will switch writing styles as it goes so be prepared.

I never knew this would be so hard. Going back to school here may have been the worst decision ever made by anyone in the whole entire world. As much as I want to look up and scream 'REID' I can't. It wasn't until I saw him that I realized exactly how hard this would be. I used to think that this would be easy and I could finish the year strong before heading to NYU but that came to a crashing halt about a minute ago.

Why did we have to share the same English class? I am now forced to see him every day. In other circumstances I would not have minded looking at him but being the girl who single-handedly broke Reid's heart made this difficult.

He grew up. In my mind Reid never changed he remained the same. I am not saying that this was the first time I had seen Reid. There is a wonderful thing us teens take part in on almost a daily basis, facebook creeping. I admit that I had searched him on facebook but the profile was private and the pictures were always too small to get a good look. Nothing compared to the shock I had this morning when I saw the boy I loved, love, grown up. His face was masculine and his shoulders were broad. He was thin but not a twig. The icy color of his eyes still bore into your soul with every glance and believe me he was glancing a lot right now.

I would do anything to take his attention off of me at this very moment. It would be nice to just fade into the gaudy wallpaper till the end of the year. I can feel my heart racing 'Does he know who I am?' At that moment he looked away towards the door. My eyes followed the path his were taking and ended up on the obviously fake rack of some bleach blonde bimbo. This girl looked like she just stepped off the set of a porno shoot. I watched as she walked toward Reid. She leaned over his desk showing Reid her fake tits and my half of the room her lack of underwear. Why is Reid talking to this slut? He is so much better than that. The thoughts were taking over my mind and I was about to walk over there and punch that bitch in the face when a voice whispered, "Finally, the school slut fucks the womanizer."

"Excuse me?" I looked to see who said that awful thing, I guess I shouldn't be talking considering I thought the same thing of her but what was said of Reid was utterly false.

"You're new huh?" said the girl with wavy red hair. She looked strangely familiar.

"Yeah. Why did you say that?" From the way she looked at me I am guessing she bought my attempt at pretending I had no idea who those people are.

"Well she has had more dick in her than this school has in total and he uses women for sex then forgets them once he finds the fucking boring." I knew this girl. Jenna Morris, my childhood neighbor. She was so different; no longer a brunette, ungodly thin and vicious.

"Who are they?" Obviously she did not recognize me so I might as well continue the new girl card. I knew Reid but I had no clue about the girl.

"Well the man-whore is Reid Garwin, part of a cult or something known as the sons of Ipswitch and the girl is Isabella Bridgeman, the residential school slut. I heard she makes house calls." I can't take this. The person I love more than anyone and my former best girlfriend, screwing. What happened to her? She used to be so innocent and not blonde. "Her boobs were a birthday present from her parents freshman year." The year I left her. "She got all self conscious after her friend left, like she had no one to hang with so after Christmas break she didn't come back to school. Teachers mailed her homework and shit. A month later she returned looking like she found the fountain of silicon or something. Boy was she popular then."

"What about the guy?" I don't know if I can take hearing what happened to him considering what my leaving did to Izzy.

"The same girl, she was my neighbor. They were destined for each other and one day her family was gone without a warning or goodbye. He was like super depressed the whole year then sophomore year he came back and began sleeping with whatever slut he could get. My theory is that he is still depressed. I mean when we fucked he called me by her name, Emma." I feel like I am going to throw up. What had I done? I need a bathroom now.

POV change

Casey slid down the stall wall to the cold tile floor. She wiped the vomit from her mouth with a piece of toilet paper. She felt numb. Never in a million years would Casey have thought that she could cause so much hurt to someone. She hated herself, she hated what she had done. Two people who were there for her were ruined forever. There was no way to fix what she had done. All that she could do was pretend that nothing was wrong.

She walked back into the classroom and sat in her seat. It was her luck that class hadn't started yet. Casey took her eyes off of her notebook for one moment to see that Reid was staring at her. She quickly glanced away before he recognized the girl who ruined his life.

Casey POV

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine just ate something bad this morning."

"Umm…sure. Just so you know we have an awesome health center; pregnancy tests and free condoms." Thank god she thought I was pregnant and not reacting to what she told me earlier.

"I'm not pregnant. I'm Casey by the way, I don't think I introduced myself."

"I'm Jenna. You want some gum?" Oh shit my breath. I totally forgot that I just threw up.

"Thanks."

I slipped the gum in my mouth just as the final bell rang meaning class was starting. I feel my body burning from the intense stare Reid is giving me. I try to get my mind off of him but it is hard when I know he is staring at me.

The fifty minutes of class seemed to take forever but when the bell rang I packed my bag and headed out of the door as fast as humanly possible. I thought I was in the clear when I reached the hallway but the next thing I know a hand grabbed my shoulder and turned me around.

"Hi, I'm Reid."