Disclaimer: I don't own The Covenant.

A/N: Ah, old faithful. Really the story that completely started my love affair with writing fan fiction. I wrote this at a pretty young age, so I'm going back right now and trying to tweak it to meet my standards currently. Hope you all enjoy. OC pictures in my profile. And this first chapter starts off with some mature content, so you've been warned.

Wild Pagan Heart

Chapter 1: Losing Already

Everything was perfect. It was a beautiful day out. The sky was pure blue with a scarce number of fluffy clouds passing over the bright sun every once in a while. There was a cool breeze, not enough to make you shiver, but enough to make you sigh contently. The grass and the trees were still as green as could be and the birds and squirrels were scurrying around, tending to their pre-winter tasks. And here I was, walking through the courtyard of Spenser Academy, lugging a backpack, purse, tote bag and wheeling a giant suitcase behind me.

I. Hate. School.

It's not even like I have to be here today. School doesn't start for another week. But it figures my parents want me out of the house as soon as they can unload me. Spenser always opens a week before classes so boarding students can settle in. Most of the kids like coming to school early. They can party all night for a straight week, parent-free. Plus school is right near Nicky's, which is the place everyone loves to spend their parent's money and work on blackening their lungs at least just a little more.

I sighed, standing in front of the boarding house doors, and let my suitcase go for a minute, brushing my long black hair out of my face. And so my return to Hell begins…

I checked in at the table set up next to the stairs and they gave me the key to the room I've had every year since I started going to Spenser three years ago. Room 323. Same room means same roommate. Why can't we switch roommates? Maybe I'll get lucky and Kira Snider died over the summer...

"Ladies and gentlemen, the party has arrived!" an overly obnoxious voice yelled as he slammed the double doors to the boarding house open and made his way into the hall, being followed by his best friend-slash-probably gay lover. I rolled my eyes at the sight of him and walked away from the table before he decided to talk to me. I wasn't at the top of everyone's prom date list around here, but I guess I could consider myself semi-popular, since everyone knew who I was. Did it mean they particularly liked me? Absolutely not.

"Now that everyone's witnessed your grand entrance Mr. Garwin, can we please settle down?" Assistant Provost Bennett said form behind the table. Reid Garwin. What a tool. Right behind him was Tyler Simms, the Douche of Ipswich that bothered me the least. They all pissed me off to some extent though. They were just so high and mighty.

Maybe I can make it to the elevator before Garwin notices me. "Luxxie!" Nope. Damn it. Why does he have to use that disgusting nickname? Really, he's lucky I don't punch him in his face.

He strut over to me, Simms still in tow, swinging his room key around his finger. Girls were watching him. He knew. Girls loved him. Too bad they were too stupid to realize that he didn't love them before they got in his bed. Naïve whores. "Well Lux, you're looking as ghostly as ever. I see you had a vitamin D enriched summer, hm?" Garwin snickered.

"Shut up, asshole. I'm in a bad enough mood as it is. I don't need any more interaction with you than I'll already have to endure in class," I snapped. If you can't tell, I don't like him. At all. Sure he's good-looking, but he's pretty unbearable. He's the main reason I can't stand the prestigious Sons of Ipswich. The easiest way to describe him without being too vulgar, (because he'd only like that), is an intolerable nuisance.

"Ouch baby. No need to be so icy," he responded, cutting in front of me as the elevator door opened and making his way inside. I scoffed and followed behind him, Simms entering last. Just where I wanted to be. Stuck in a large, moving box with Garwin and Simms. Egh. Amazingly, it actually could be worse I suppose.

I tried my best to ignore them discussing which girls looked good this year. "Jenna Larson looks hot. She doesn't have those thunder thighs anymore. I think I have my sights set on her… first," Garwin declared. I snickered and he turned and glared at me. "What's so funny Elvira?"

"Jenna Larson is a lesbian, you moron." I wasn't friends with her ore anything, but I'd seen her out and about looking pretty cozy with some pseudo Billy Joe Armstrong with extra chest assets over the summer. Then again, she had always been kind of weird in the locker room. I thought I'd seen her taking an extra long look at Kate Tunney's ass on more than one occasion.

"I'll change that," Reid smirked, complete and utter confidence in his expression and tone. Men are so ignorant. Like it's a switch you just turn on and off. I suppose there was always a chance she was bisexual, or maybe just confused, but I don't know. The intentions of trying to change someone's sexuality in general was just completely unbelievable and sort of out of line. Of course, that kind of behavior should not shock me coming from Reid.

Really, I don't even know why I continued this meaningless waste of oxygen most would call a conversation, but I was compelled to shoot Reid down. "You have got to be kidding me. You of all people would not turn her straight."

Reid's blue eyes glittered with mischief as he watched me, and I couldn't help but wonder if maybe I'd opened a can of worms that would last the entire year. "How would you know? Not like you've ever had the pleasure. You're a smart girl. And I know you listen to all those girls gossiping. I can't be that bad if over half the chicks in this school are swooning over me," he replied, stepping dangerously close to me. "But if you're ever interested… room 342," he said as the elevator stopped and the doors opened. Simms waltzed out and Garwin followed, not before flicking his tongue between his index and middle finger in a very vulgar way.

"Ugh, you're disgusting," I called after him, trying to swallow back the nagging feeling of a smile tugging at my lips, instinct telling me to laugh, and if it was anyone else outside of this hell hole, I would. I was perfectly content with everyone here pretty much considering me the miserable bitch of the school, and didn't like anyone seeing that I actually found some of the stuff they did funny and amusing. I'd prefer if people didn't know me. His wasn't my home, and these weren't my friends.

"You'd love it," he retorted, not even bothering to turn around and look at me. I stopped at my door, which wasn't far from the elevator and opened the room.

"Oh God," I groaned to myself as I walked in. There he was, sprawled out on my bed with his arms cushioning his head. He had some stupid dating show on MTV on and was clacking gum loudly. The brunette looked over at me when I entered and dumped my things all over the floor, flashing me a Cheshire grin. "Who the hell let you in Abbot?"

"Picked the lock. It's not that hard to do. Not exactly maximum security," Aaron answered, showing me the bent hairpin he had used. I shook my head.

"Okay, better question. What do you want?" I asked. I'm pretty sure I know why he was here though. He stood up and answered me with a smirk. "Aaron… I have to unpack."

"You have all week to do that," he reminded me, advancing in my direction.

"Yeah… well… Kira's probably going to be here soon and she'll be pissed if I lock the latch on her." I was grasping at straws here. I had no real reason other than the fact that every time I had sex with Aaron, I felt dirty, like I'd left a little piece of my dignity in the bed… or on the floor… or in the shower…

"She's on vacation in Paris. She's not coming till the end of the week." Aaron was the insatiable type. He wanted pussy any which way he could get it, but his standards were usually in the way. And his ridiculous ego. He stuck to a handful of girls he went to school with, Kira being one of them too. We all had our different little roles I'm sure, Kira the super slut who draped herself all over him in public, Maxine the quiet girl who'd someohow gotten mixed up with him, and me; I'm the dirty little secret that probably isn't so secret since I'm sure he runs his mout to all his friends and anyone else who will listen.

I know what you're thinking. The Sons of Ipswich are assholes, but Aaron Abbot is good enough? I know, I see the flaws in that statement. Truthfully, they're all assholes. But with Aaron, he's from the same place I'm from. We've known each other for a long time. It's more of a familiarity thing at this point.

"Umm…" I had flat out run out of excuses. But this seemed to continuously be the process of how we hooked up. He made a pass, I made up an excuse, he dodged it, I came up with something else. He shot that down. Then I was cornered. Deep down, I know having sex because you feel bad saying no is wrong, and probably linked to a whole chain of psychological issues, but it's just easier to keep him quiet than to argue about it.

"Lux I haven't seen you all summer! C'mon," he coaxed, slowly wrapping his arms around my waist. His tine was a little more demanding than begging, and I already knew I was fighting a losing battle. Aaron was spoiled, and would throw a tantrum when he didn't get his way.

"There's tons of vulnerable freshmen girls walking around… why not scope out the fresh meat?" It was my final attempt. If picking out fresh tail didn't work, nothing would.

"Because I don't want a freshmen! Would you stop looking for excuses? God!" He was clearly getting frustrated. I didn't need Aaron angry with me as soon as I got here, so I just sighed and walked over to the window, shutting the curtains while Aaron locked the door, a shit-eating grin on his face.

"Hey, let's do it on Kira's bed," I giggled, trying to find a bit of a compromise. I wasn't particularly in the mood, and had told myself no more sleeping with Aaron about a thousand times over the summer, but if I could desecrate Kira's bed without her knowledge while doing it, it will be worth it. Don't want to get my sheets dirty.

Aaron came over to me quickly, obviously in one of his primal, 'me man, you woman' moods as he grabbed my upper arms hard. His grip was actually kind of hurting me, but he did look like he'd spent an awful lot of the summer working out. The T-shirt he was wearing looked extra tight.

Aaron nuzzled his face into my hair and inhaled. "Mmm you smell so good," he muttered, gripping me tighter. He started kissing my neck, then sucking, and then biting. Hard!

"Aaron, you're hurting me," I whimpered. There was the sickest, little part of me that kind of liked it, but my main concerns were with the fact that everyone is school would see the classy hickey he was bound to form.

"Good," he growled in my ear and then threw me on Kira's bed. I yelped as my head barely missed the headboard and Aaron crawled on top of me, ripping his shirt off in the process. He'd definitely been working out.

I know what you're thinking. I'm a poster Child of the Night. Dyed hair, dark clothes, pale skin. Studs and spikes. Shouldn't I like kinky rough shit like this?

Well, it's not that I don't. But sometimes when I'm in a bad mood I like to feel like someone actually gives a fuck about me. I would kind of like lonely I need to be cared about today sex. I would even cuddle after. But Aaron was never a big fan of that anyway.

Sometimes we had sex that was so good and close and passionate, I actually would think Aaron had some repressed deep feelings for me he'd never shared. But today wasn't going to be one of those days. It was going to be rough, and most likely quick. Then he'd probably just leave after making some snarky remark to me. There wasn't going to be any overnight spooning or anything like that.

Aaron had pretty much stripped us both down on his own by the time my thoughts registered back to the current situation. He was left in his boxers and I was completely naked except for the pentacle necklace that hung close to my neck. I'd been wearing it since I was nine.

Aaron threw his boxers off and kneeled on the bed, his cock already partially erect. I kneeled in front of him and he attacked my neck again, slowly making his way to my breasts. Aaron was a breast man. The bigger, the better as far as he was concerned, as long as the girl had a good body. That's why he was drawn to me. I had a few extra things here and there, but my boobs got huge sophomore year and never seemed to stop growing. I was constantly buying bra after bra. I think I was somewhere around double D now, but Victoria's Secret lies anyway, so who really knows. All I know is that the chance of the cute bras fitting me keeps dwindling every time I go bra shopping.

Aaron guided my head down with a handful of hair willing my tongue to do it's magic. He said I gave him the best blowjobs he's ever gotten. He could say that to every girl though. So I don't let it go to my head. I started thinking about things, things that weren't Aaron's dick in my mouth. I could usually at least force myself to concentrate on this stuff and I would usually fall into a nice rhythm of satisfaction, but maybe I was getting beyond all this hooking up because it's convenient thing. It was just feeling different this time. There was definitely a time where I thought this was fun too, but maybe that time had passed. "Stop… before I cum."

I obeyed and sat up, pushing my hair away from my face and wiping the spit from my mouth. "Get on your hands and knees," Aaron commanded and I did what he told me to. He liked being in charge and he liked the fact that I would usually do whatever he wanted, unless he wanted me to put up a bit of a fight. I stared down at the royal blue bedspread, my hair falling back in my face as Aaron groped my ass while he positioned himself behind me and wrapped his shit up. I held my breath, anticipating what I knew would be a hard entrance. Yep, there it was. I cringed in slight pain and gripped the bedspread tightly.

I buried my face in Kira's pillow to muffle my moans. But that was short-lived as Aaron grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked me upright. I cried out and grabbed his hand, which was still holding my hair tightly as he continued to pump in and out of me hard. "That's right baby, I wanna hear you scream," he groaned in my ear. Yeah, it hurt cause he was pulling my hair, but he was also hitting my g-spot now, which overpowered the pain and made my eyes roll back in my head before I closed them.

I started to moan loudly, loud enough for the neighboring rooms to hear probably, if anyone was even in those rooms yet. Aaron's free hand, the one not holding my hair, traveled down to pinch and rub my clit, making me moan his name. "Uhh… Aaron!" Oh shit. I lost.

"I guess I win this round, hm?" Aaron taunted, laughing lowly in my ear. Fucker. He started rubbing faster and between that and him bouncing me on his lap I started to lose myself. Aaron bit my neck hard, in the same spot he'd already left a small mark, making me scream as his teeth hit the tender spot and my inner walls tightened around him. One thing about Aaron was that he could make me see stars. Lots of practice naturally had made him good at finding all the right spots on girls, there was no denying it.

Just as my climax finished, Aaron pushed me forward and off him, pulling the condom off and spilling his seed all over Kira's bedspread. Aaron did enjoy torturing Kira about as much as I did, despite their strange love/hate relationship.

She would definitely not fail to notice this mess though.

Good. Stupid cunt.

I stood up with shaky legs and went over to my bed, laying on my back and staring at the ceiling as I tried to steady my breathing.

"Your tits look good like that baby." I looked over at Aaron who was watching my chest move up and down while he pulled his pants on. Once he buckled his belt, he walked over to me and dipped his head down to my chest. He took one of my nipples in his mouth and sucked it hard, then bit down.

"Ouch!" I screamed and shoved Aaron away. "Fucking prick!"

Aaron laughed and walked over to where his shirt was bunched up on the floor. I stood and grabbed my pants, quickly putting them on, followed by my bra. "Shame to cover those up. I'll see you at Nicky's tonight," Aaron told me, before he pulled his shirt over his head.

"No you won't. I'm unpacking," I answered casually as I picked my shirt up off the floor and turned it right side out.

"Yes I will. I might want company tonight. I need you around and not somewhere you can lock me out. I'll bring you." Again, Aaron was such a child that arguing with him over it would just drive me insane and I'd still end up losing the battle.

"Fine. If you're making me." He'd get his way no matter what. And I suppose it wouldn't kill me to go to Nicky's once.

Aaron smiled and walked back over to me. His smile was always sinister. Always. But he really wasn't a terrible person. Just extremely misguided. We'd had our fair share of good times.

He grabbed my chin with one hand and pulled me forward, kissing me hard on the lips, definitely making me flinch at the hard pressure. Then he bit down on my lower lip and pulled away, not letting his teeth go till he had to.

"Aaron, what the fuck?!" I snapped, holding my lips with one hand and smacking him in the arm with the other as hard as I could. He barely even flinched.

"I'll see you downstairs at eight love," he smirked, patting me on the ass before he walked out the door. I frowned. I can't believe I said his name first during sex. Idiot. My first day here and it's already Lux- 0, Abbot- 1