Brown-Eyed Girl

Chapter One

Here is another one of the stories I have in mind. A Covenant story this time around. If you wanted to know what I thought the characters would look like, I pictured Hannah Davis as Jenna Dewan, Reid is obviously Toby Hemingway, Devon Kane is Chris Pine, Joey Craddock is Jake Gyllenhall, Kirby O' Connell is Chris Evans, Rick Simmons is Logan Lerman, Aleaha Sanders is Emma Stone, Kelsey Verona is Krysten Ritter, and Lexi Fisher is Reese Witherspoon. They are they in case you wanted a visual. I'm not sure how quickly I will be updating this one, but I will try my best. Enjoy :)

Paddy's Irish Pub was packed, but what else was new? Especially since it was a Saturday. The fall term at Springfield College was about to start and it only seemed fit for everyone to head over to the local bar and meet up with old classmates. The pool tables were occupied, the bar was surrounded, and the dance floor was covered.

A group of five young men were welcomed into Paddy's with the overwhelming aroma of cigarettes and booze. Coach Taffe decided to gather up the swim team for an evening practice. No one was on board for that decision. Late night practice was the worst. Reid Garwin thought so anyway. This was the first time in four years that Coach Taffe made them have a mandatory night practice. Who did that? It wasn't just any old swim practice either. Nope, it was an agonizing four and a half-hour swim practice, and God he was tired. Then for some odd reason, the guys thought that it would be a good idea to go off and get drunk. All Reid wanted to do was go back to his room and sleep. With a loud yawn, the twenty-two year old followed his teammates and occupied the only available table in the place.

"What do ya want, Garwin? Drinks are on me tonight," Devon said, looking around the pub. "Garwin?"

"Hm?" the blond jerked his head from the table. Great, he was already falling asleep. "Water. Water sounds good."

"Water?" Devon laughed. "Not going to have fun night with the rest of us? Kirby? A Jack as usual?"

"You know me so well," Kirby grinned. "But leave Garwin alone. Remember what happened last time when he got hammered? Coach…."

Reid hated listening to the guys tell the story. That night almost cost him his scholarship. Too much alcohol was not a good thing to have at two o' clock in the morning. Add that with a decent amount busty blondes, brunettes, and redheads then through in a national swim meet that very same day, and you get some problems. Coach was not too happy with him on that one. Reid knew he should have been kicked off the team for that one, but they needed him. From that point on, Reid had sworn off large amounts of alcohol. If only the guys could see him now.

"…not even paying attention to us. How nice of you, Garwin," Joey joked. "Who's up for a game of billiards? Anyone?"

"How can you all have so much energy after that awful practice?" Rick asked the others. "I can barely keep my head up."

"It's because you're a sophomore, Rick," Devon rolled his eyes. "Trust me, once you become the big man on campus you'll feel better. We're all awake. Minus Garwin of course, but that's only because he hasn't been sleeping well for the past couple of weeks."

"Oh really?" Kirby grinned. "Do tell, Garwin. What is your secret getting all the women?"

"Shut it, O'Connell," Reid groaned. "It's not because of some girl. Leave it alone would ya? I'll play a round with you, Joey."

One would think that by twelve o' clock that the crowd would dwindle down a bit, but that was never the case at Paddy's. Midnight was almost the busiest time for them, and Hannah Davis was having a crazy night. At least no one had spilt anything on her. Yet. Luke hadn't been kidding when he said tonight was going to be hectic. But the tips were good.

"Hannah, I need you to take these over to the pool tables for me," Lee, another waitress handed her two bottles of Jack Daniels, a Budweiser, Coors Light, and water. Someone had some common sense. Who would want to drink this late at night anyway? "Thank you so much!" The dark-haired woman smiled. "Lucy is really sick, and I need to pick her up from my parents. I owe you one."

"I'll keep that in mind," Hannah replied, heading over to the tables that were surrounded by dozens of drunken college boys. She didn't want to feel bad for her friend, Aleaha, but having a three year old was hard work. Hannah told her when they were freshmen that she should wait, but Aleaha didn't listen. She kept insisting that Trey was the one and if something would happen then it was meant to be, well, the poor girl got herself pregnant, and Trey left her.

"Look who it is," Hannah groaned inwardly, she would know that voice anywhere. "I'm not surprised. Working in a place like this. She needs all the money she can get."

Kelsey Verona was the bitchest girl at Springfield. Stealing boyfriends and cheating her way through her classes was her specialty. The only reason she was still there was because her parents were paying the professors to give her decent grades.

"Good to see you too, Kelsey. How was your summer? Go on another trip to Europe? The Caribbean perhaps?" Hannah asked.

"Oh yes, Mum and dad took me to Paris, and we had the best time," she answered with a sickening smile. "How about you? Oh wait; you don't go anywhere do you?"

What was the point? Hannah thought turning her heel and headed over to the tables only to have the glasses fall and crash to the ground. Hannah following their path. Jack, Bud, and Coors, that was a new one.

"Oh my God, I am so sorry. Let me help you with that," a large hand grabbed a hold of hers, and hoisted Hannah onto her feet.

"No, it was my fault. I should have been watching where I was going," Hannah brushed herself off; making the mistake of looking into the bluest eyes she had ever seen.

"REID!" Kelsey pushed past the forming crowd, running to the guy. "Are you all right? Ugh, you're covered. Hannah, why do you have to be such a klutz? Ignore her, Reid. She doesn't know any better."

"It's fine," the guy, Reid, pushed past Kelsey. "I should have paid attention. Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine," Hannah grabbed the tray from the floor. "Thank you. I guess I'm going to have to go and refill these."

"Don't worry about it. My friends have had enough for the night," Reid said. "It's really late."

"Good thinking there, Reid-"

"Garwin. Reid Garwin," he held out his hand for her to shake.

"Well, thank you Reid Garwin, and I'm sorry for spilling those drinks on your shirt," Hannah smiled, shaking his hand before heading back behind the bar.

Reid Garwin. Hannah had heard that name so many times. The Bad Boy. The Heartbreaker. Lexi, her roommate and best friend since they were in diapers told her the whole story. The guy was famous around campus. Then again, if he was such a bad guy, why did he help her? It was very strange. Hannah thought, stepping into the bathroom in an attempt to clean herself up.

Hannah. Hannah what? Why couldn't he have gotten her last name? He was such an idiot. Reid smacked the back of his head against the seat of the car. He could feel the headache coming on, and the idiots singing in the back of his Chevrolet Corvette weren't helping the situation. If they puked in there, they would pay with their lives. And not knowing her last name was driving him crazy. Maybe she would be at Paddy's tomorrow.

"What's troubling you, Reid?" Kirby asked from the passenger's seat. "You have a very serious look on your face."

"He's trying to figure out Hannah's last name," Devon laughed from the back of the car. The drunken mess. "What an ass. Not even getting her last name. What sort of lady's man are you? Not knowing that Hannah's last name is Davis."

"Davis," Reid slammed on the brakes. The guys shouted in annoyance as they slammed forwards. Hannah Davis. "How do you know her, Devon?"

"We went to high school together," the man answered, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "God damn it man! How do you have a license?"

"Shut up," Reid growled. "We're here anyway. See you all at class on Monday."

The group exited the car with a few groans good-bye and up to their rooms. Reid, however, decided to take a little walk. Devon wouldn't mind if he wasn't there for a bit. Hell, the guy would probably pass out as soon as he would enter the room. Reid needed to clear his head of the lovely brown-eyed girl he had just met.

The door clicked open at about one in the morning. Lexi was wide awake texting away on her phone. Not to Hannah's surprise. That girl was always on her phone.

"Rough night?" Lexi asked without looking up from the glowing screen. "Smells like it. What did you get dumped on you this time? Yuengling?"

"No," Hannah pulled the slimy shirt over her head. "It was a mix of Jack, Coors, and Bud. I've had worse. Anything fun happen with you today?"

"Nope," Lexi answered. "Ready for classes? Eight am on Monday."

"I know," Hannah slipped on a tank top and a pair of shorts. "I thought I would go an entire four years without having one eight am, but I would only be so lucky."

"I know what you mean," Lexi placed her phone on the bedside table. "Good night, Bug."

"Night, Lexi," the light went out, and Hannah could finally fall asleep.