Trauma by TheSickling.

Chapter One: The Elephant in The Room

"So.. you're all warlocks?" Brynlie questioned the four Sons of Ipswich, grass green eyes flashing with mild interest. With the looks Caleb, Pogue and Tyler were giving Reid, Brynlie could tell that it was his fault since the black haired, short, nerdy seventeen year old girl known as Brynlie Starrfhiacail bothered to ask their unsaid secret.

With a sigh, Caleb shook his head and turned his attention toward the short teenager and murmurs a soft, "Yes. But, you need to keep this a secret from everyone. I beg of you, Brynlie." Bowing at the waist, Caleb grits his teeth together while Reid shrugged his shoulders, holding up both of his hands and chuckled at the confused look Tyler sent his way. "It's not my fault the twerp is so observant, Danvers."

Snapping his attention to the seventeen year old Son, Caleb growls out a hushed, "Shut up, Reid. Seriously, it is your fault. If you didn't use so much, she wouldn't of found out!"

Holding up her right hand, Brynlie spoke up with a soft blush appearing across her cheeks, "I'm right here and I can hear you.." Ducking her head, Brynlie shook her head and mumbles a soft, "I'll keep your secret safe and sound. I have nobody to tell, after all." Glancing up at the four Sons, she giggles and starts again, "I have no friends. No worries. 'Sides, nobody would believe me."

The four Sons blinks at the short, black haired, glasses wearing girl for a few minutes or so before Tyler bursts out into a full on blush attack. Good ole Baby Boy being adorable as always.. Brynlie thought, a dark crimson blush appearing across her cheeks as well.

You know those times when you can't breathe? As if you're underwater with both hands batting at the surface of the pool, hoping that someone would save you from drowning? Well, that's what happens to poor Brynlie Starrfhiacail every single time there's gym class. You'd think that the gym teacher would know NOT to allow Brynlie anywhere around the pool, let alone the deep end! In Brynlie's defense, though, you'd have to understand her on a personal level. For instance, simply walking up to her and starting a conversation wouldn't get you anywhere. Maybe a stern talking to, as if you're being scolded by your mother, or perhaps about the lack of straightened clothing you'd be wearing. And maybe even mouthing off to one of the four Sons of Ipswich. Which, mind you, she had the first time she transferred to Spencers' Academy. Here's what went down:

"Hey, shrimp. Move aside." A certain blonde Son grumbled at the mousy, short, black haired nerd who had just bumped into him.

Snapping her attention from her iPod which had been playing one of the recent tunes that she illegally downloaded from the web in the library to give Reid Garwin a long, hard glare before going back to ignoring his mere existence and shifts her body to move around him. That, however, didn't sit well with the blonde Son of Ipswich, and so here's a little thing you should know about Brynlie. She does not like to be touched. Especially by the school's well known 'man whore'.

"Listen, Pretty Boy, I don't have time to become another knot on your bed post. So, be a good little pup and get lost. I'm not in the mood for some stupid ass thinking he's a high class dipshit who thinks he owns the world. Step down, kiddo, I'm taking the throne."

With that said, Brynlie spun on her heels and made a quick getaway. Well, more like a run-for-the-hills type of running stunt - too embarrassed she had just said a whole... four sentences to one of the Sons! Let alone being a moody bitch! Well, that's what you get when you're dealing with a girl with personality disorders.

A/N: So, this is a new Covenant story of mine. Enjoy the first 'chapter'.