Disclaimer: I don't own The Covenant. The song is owned by Taylor Swift.
A/N: This is going to be a short story. It's a Reid/OC pairing. I'm working on it while my computer is in the shop FINALLY getting fixed since I've started chapters of all my other stories and won't be able to finish them until it gets back. Each chapter of this story will go along with the Taylor Swift song of my choice. The song in this chapter is called 'I'd Lie'.
Stay Beautiful by Cara Mascara
Chapter 1: If You Asked Me If I Love Him I'd Lie
I don't think that passenger
Has ever looked this good to me
He tells me about his night
And I count the colors in his eyes
"Hey Tor, what's up?" I felt my heart flutter at the sound of his voice. I hear it on a daily basis, but I always have the same reaction. I've only known him for like… sixteen years now. Oh god that's sad. I should be over this crush by now, shouldn't I?
But what girl at Spenser Academy doesn't have a crush on a Son of Ipswich?
My point exactly.
"Hey Reid," I greeted; flashing a smile towards the open passengers window Reid was looking at me through. He was driving his truck inch by inch beside me as I walked down the sidewalk. I had gone for a little stroll and was making my way back towards school since it was getting dark now.
"Get in." I didn't have to be told twice. His truck came to a halt on the empty back road and I climbed into his passenger's seat. "What the hell are you doing walking around here in the dark? Who knows what kind of psychos are lurking around the boonies back here."
God he has the bluest most gorgeous eyes I've ever seen in my life. I swear, every shade from indigo to azure seems to burst around his pupils.
"Oh yeah Reid. Because the crime rate in Ipswich is just through the roof," I chuckled with a roll of my eyes. He smirked and glanced at me before paying attention to the road again. "So, where're you coming from?"
He'll never fall in love he swears
As he runs his fingers through his hair
I'm laughing cause I hope he's wrong
I don't think it ever crossed his mind
He tells a joke I fake a smile
That I know all his favorite songs
He replied with a snort of distaste and leaned back a little in his seat. "Another glorious disaster of a date." It killed me that he dated around so much. I mean, why do I have to like the player of the group? Why couldn't I have a crush on Golden Boy Caleb or adorable smart Tyler? Or even daredevil Pogue?
Nope, I fell for the serial dater.
Why do the good girls always want the bad boys?
"It couldn't have been that bad." I hope it was. Maybe he'll finally see what's right in front of his face.
"Trust me when I say this. Theater chicks are psycho." He sighed and ran a hand through his platinum hair. "I swear to God, I'll never find the right girl."
I laughed at him. She's sitting right here idiot. "Oh please Reid. You're starting to sound like Tyler."
"Yeah, before he started dating Cam." He shuddered disgustedly. "Seriously, they're worse than Kate and Pogue. They make me sick."
"Yeah, well she's your sister. I wouldn't exactly want to see a sibling of mine making out with my best friend either."
He laughed and nodded. "Got that right. I locked him out of the dorm in nothing but a towel yesterday." This time I laughed. Poor Tyler. He must've been ten shades of red. "Oh man, I love this song." He reached forward and turned the volume knob up.
"I know," I muttered as he pulled into the student parking lot singing along to 'Sweet Child of Mine' by Guns N Roses. I know all of his favorite songs. Hell, I know more about him than most people.
And I could tell you his
favorite color's green
He loves to argue, born on the seventeenth
His sister's beautiful, he has his father's eyes
And if you asked me if I love him,
What don't I know about Reid? If I don't know, chances are, he's the only one who does. Between being best friends with his sister Camille and sharing a dorm with her and growing up with Reid and his sister, I somehow find out about everything going on in his life.
I can tell you his favorite color: green, especially of the olive shade. His favorite movies: all movies with Jay and Silent Bob, excluding Chasing Amy and the Rambo movies. His favorite bands: Motley Crue, Guns N Roses and ZZ Top. He was born on January 17th. He broke his arm falling off his skateboard when he was thirteen. He wants to be professional swimmer after school. He's looking into Brown or Harvard, and hoping to get a swimming scholarship. He 's read all of the Harry Potter books. Disneyworld is his favorite vacation spot, and his favorite ride is the Haunted Mansion. He lost his virginity on his sixteenth birthday to Leslie Patterson (slut). He saw RENT on Broadway with Cam and me and enjoyed it even though he claims he hates all musicals. He thinks I'm hot (thank you Cam for that bit of information!). He hates country music, but sometimes he turns the country station on for me when we're in the car together. I know he's not as tough as he likes to pretend he is.
I know everything.
Including the big secret.
It was an accident. I wasn't supposed to know. But when Cam and I were thirteen and Reid was fifteen, he walked from his house to get Cam for dinner. We were in my front yard and a car came speeding by. My cat Jack was crossing the street at that exact moment. I remember it like it was yesterday, even though it was kind of a blur. I screamed. Cam screamed. Reid's eyes flashed black. The car swerved at the last second and hit the curb and my neighbor's mailbox, narrowly missing Jack who trotted into the yard and rubbed against my leg.
I was so scared. My first instinct was to cry. There was no way I had mistaken those black as night eyes taking over his normally blue ones. Reid panicked and dragged me down the street to his oversized house and his parents had a long talk with me about not saying anything to anyone about the Sons of Ipswich and their powers.
That was the first time I noticed Reid's eyes mirrored his father's exactly.
He looks around the
Innocently overlooks the truth
Shouldn't a light go on?
Doesn't he know that I've had him memorized for so long?
He sees everything black and
Never let nobody see him cry
I don't let nobody see me wishing he was mine
"So, who's your next victim then?" Tyler asked daring lunch the next day at school. Reid had just finished going into detail about how terrible the date he'd been on last night had gone. Kate, Sarah and Caleb all looked pretty amused at the entire situation.
I saw Reid look around the cafeteria, shrugging his shoulders. "You know how I am, I let them come to me Baby Boy." Tyler chuckled and Cam and Pogue both rolled their eyes. "Unless Torrance here wants ta tumble in the sheets with me." He shot a wink my away and Cam scoffed. He was just kidding. Doesn't he know his jokes like that kill me?
"Gross Reid. That's my best friend!"
"So?! You're fucking my best friend!"
"For your information, we're waiting for marriage," Camille informed him. Tyler's cheeks got extremely red and I giggled at the poor guy's embarrassment.
"God, Ty you're so gay," Reid, ever the tough guy, snorted, flinging a lump of masked potatoes across the table at his best friend. It completely missed and landed on the floor behind Pogue.
"Oh yeah Reid. He's so gay because his bedposts aren't covered with notches." I had to defend poor Tyler. He's a good boy. Reid glowered at me and then leaned close.
"Please, you know you're dying for a taste of this." The intense look form his blue eyes and the way his full lips moved as he spoke were enough to send a girl to the ground with a deadly case of weak at the knees.
But I'll never let him or anyone else know.
"Dream on Garwin. I might catch something." I said making a face. How fake am I right now?
could tell you his favorite color's green
He loves to argue, born on the seventeenth
His sister's beautiful, he has his father's eyes
And if you asked me if I love him,
"Want to go to Nicky's with us tomorrow?" Cam asked as she dug through her locker for her homework. Ah, Nicky's. The Spenser hot spot. We only go there at least twice a week. But there isn't much else to do in this small ass town.
"Sure," I said with a shrug. She smiled her bright smile and slammed her locker shut. Camille is so gorgeous. I won't lie, I do get jealous sometimes. She's got gorgeous blonde hair like her brothers that falls halfway down her back and spills into waves you'd think a hairdresser did. But nope, they're natural. Her eyes are a warm honey color, much like her mother's and her face seems, to me at least, perfectly proportioned. Her body too. She's a very ideal looking girl. Not to say I'm one of those moody girls that thinks I'm ugly and all, I men, I know I'm not ugly. I just think Cam is really beautiful.
It's just one of those things I suppose. You know, all girls with straight hair want curly hair, all girls with dark hair want light hair, all girls with brown eyes want blue eyes. I don't know. It seems like no matter how nice looking someone is, they think they want what they aren't given. I guess I'm a little like that. My hair is a dark burgundy color that my hair stylist insists looks incredible on me. Personally, I think it makes me look paler than I already am. But I guess pale skin is okay. I'm extremely European looking. My eyes are a pale green with flecks of amber streaked through them. I've always thought my neck and legs were both a little too long, but Cam insists that I'm 'sexy' as she likes to put it.
Either way, I'm easily one of the most popular girls at Spenser. I'm convinced it's purely by association. Being best friends with the sister of a Son of Ipswich will get you far in this school. You'd be surprised what power you have just because you sit a certain lunch table.
"Oh great. Douche bag alert," Cam muttered. I glanced to the side to see Aaron Abbot making his way towards us. He was totally and completely infatuated with dating Cam until she started dating Tyler. Now he's set on getting at me. He's a chronic pain in the ass and it's no secret he and Reid can't be within a ten-foot radius of each other for more than five minutes without acting like barbarians and beating the crap out of each other.
"Nicky's. Tomorrow. You. Me. Cam too if she wants to ditch her loser she calls a boyfriend." I made a face. If he wasn't such a sleaze, he'd be hot. But god he's the kind of guy that only gets lucky with skanks… Kira Snider for example.
"Drop dead asshole," Cam spat at the brunette before us. Typical Aaron; hitting on two girls at the same time and doing it very poorly.
"Whatever, I wasn't asking you anyway Garwin." He turned his attention completely to me, leaning against the row of lockers. "Whatdya say Tor?"
I jumped as a hand clad in a familiar fingerless glove slammed on the locker between Aaron's and my head. I followed the arm to find Reid's body attached to it. He placed himself between Aaron and I and crossed his arms over his chest, then leaned against the lockers in a very James Dean-esque manner.
He stands there then walks
My god if I could only say
I'm holding every breath for you...
"Get lost Abbot. What the hell did I tell you about leaving my sister and Tor alone?" Aaron, as usual, thought it was a good idea to get up in Reid's face. By now you think he'd learn that doing that was never under any circumstance a good idea.
"Who the hell do you think you are poser?" Here we go again. A crowd was beginning to form around our small group, everyone anticipating the fight, which was about to break loose. Garwn VS Abbot was the feud here at Spenser.
Cam pulled me back a little, away from the line of fire and onto the sidelines.
"Ahem." Everyone scurried away from the scene except Cam, Aaron, Reid and myself once they noticed the person who'd interrupted the intense staring contest the boys were have, each daring the other to blink first. Provost Higgins swaggered between Reid and Aaron, who each tried their best to look innocent. "Everything all right boys?"
"Perfect sir," Reid said with a smirk plating on his lips. I licked my own which had suddenly become very dry.
"I was just on my way," Aaron lied through gritted teth. He glanced to me as the Provost nodded his head and continued down the hall. Aaron glared at Reid, who stood his ground the entire time, then went off down the hall in the opposite direction as the Provost.
Reid turned to cam and I and eyed each of us. Deciding we were fine he gave a slight nod of his head and carried on his way. I let out a sigh and leaned against the lockers receiving a raised eyebrow from Cam.
He'd never tell you but he
can play guitar
I think he can see through everything
But my heart
First thought when I wake up is
My god he's beautiful
So I put on my make up
And pray for a miracle
"I got this for Reid's birthday. Do you think he'll like it?" I asked Cam as I thrust a shopping bag into her hands. She peeked inside and grinned.
"Oh yeah, he'll love it," she assured me, handing the bag back. I placed it in the bottom drawer of my dresser, knowing nothing in Reid's line of vision was safe from his nosey tendencies when he came in here or ay other room for that matter. It was nothing special. Just a Guns N Roses tab book and a new guitar strap with pyramid studs on it.
He's no Jimmi Hendrix, but Reid's pretty good at guitar. For one reason or another he doesn't tell people he can play. Only his close friends know. I think he's embarrassed about it. I don't know why though. I thought girls liked musicians?
As soon as I woke up the next morning I thought about him. How incredibly fucking gorgeous he is when he smirks and how special I feel when he tells me things I know he doesn't tell everybody. I just wish he'd notice me. It's like he's completely oblivious to my feelings for him. I just don't understand how he hasn't caught on yet.
Maybe he has though. Maybe he just doesn't want to hurt my feeling by shooting me down so he pretends he doesn't know. Maybe I just don't get the hint.
I think men kind of suck.
But maybe by some miracle today will be my lucky day. I rolled out of bed and gathered my shower things, preparing for the day.
Yes I could tell you his favorite
He loves to argue, oh and it kills me
His sisters beautiful, he has his father's eyes
And if you asked me if I love him
If you asked me if I love him
"What was that all about?" Reid asked over the loud music in Nicky's.
"He's just some kid from my Psych class," I said with a shrug. "He bought me a drink." The bad thing about being as close to Reid as I am, and Cam will completely agree, is trying to date. He's a little overprotective. And by a little, I mean completely irrationally overprotective. Any guy that glances our way, he's right on top of, in their face, interrogating them and ultimately scaring them off. I'm surprised he lets Tyler touch Cam.
"Don't get involved with him Torrance, trust me. I know him. He's a loser." And here is goes. Every guy in the world seems to be a loser. I could be dating perfect Caleb, and he'd be a loser too.
"Don't start again please Reid." This always turns into an argument. I just want to have a good time.
"Leave her Reid. She wasn't buying what he was selling so back off," Cam defended me. Reid looked to me to confirm what Cam had said and I nodded.
"I wasn't interested." Every time he does this it gives me false hope. I feel like he might like me because he does get so overprotective, but the next second he's all over some other girl. Reid wandered off to continue playing pool with Tyler and I sighed, lightly letting my head fall onto the tabletop.
"Do you like my brother Tor?" Cam asked. Thank God she was the only one at the table right now because I think I turned about as red as a tomato and my head shot up from the table defensively.