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Coven's P.O.V

I sat in the library, alone once again. Chewing on an apple and sipping on a juice box on the floor of the school's archives isn't exactly what I'd call exciting.

Whispers then erupted from behind a bookshelf. God damn, I know I said my situation wasn't exciting but that didn't mean that I wanted people to come.

Standing up swiftly, and heaving my backpack with my cumbersome science textbook stuffed inside, I snuck around the labyrinth of bookshelves. I was around the historical fiction section when I heard voices harshly whispering behind me. Holding my breath because I was way too close for human interaction than I was liking, I started walking away soundlessly.

"Okay, he has to be around here somewhere, I mean he's kind of a loner so where else would he be?" a voice that I knew all too well to forget. Smiley McGee was trying to seduce me and make me sit with him and his friends at their treasured lunch table. Not today loser. 

"Laurent Ash Chandler," a voice said with gritted teeth. "I swear if this loser that you feel so bad for is not in this library, you will experience more than some pain." She took a deep breath in and sighed. "Your mother may have put you in this world but I swear to God, I can, and will, take you out."

"Actually, I may be my mother's son but I'm a child of Jesus. So technically God put me in this world." Smiley from West Virginia stated matter-of-factly. 

I rolled my eyes at his comment. I haven't been to church in so long. I should probably attend though, my parents are getting on my case.

"Fuck off hillbilly," another girl mumbled.

"Fuck yourself Verity," Smiley retorted.

Almost letting out an unvoluntary snicker at his lame, but surprisingly humorous retort, I decided it was time to leave and started tip-toeing away.

My sneaking skills musy've got a little rusty in juvie though because my backpack hit a shelf holding books on the Revolutionary War, making them fall to the ground not so silently.

A head of dirty blonde hair popped around the corner and started shuffling torwards the pile of novels and I with a curious glance.

"Coven is that you?" Smiley asked while bending down to reach a paperback.

"No," I lied, clearing my throat. "I'm. . ." I paused. "I'm Loven, Coven's twin brother."

Smiley from West Virginia's eyes grew wide. "I didn't know Coven had a twin brother."

"Because he doesn't dumbass," said an orotund voice. Smiley's eyes glanced back and forth between me and a tan girl wearing a baseball jersey to see who was actually lying.

Giving up all hope, I sighed and told the girl in a gravelly voice, "Thanks for blowing my cover Juniper."

She sent a smirk my way. "You're welcome."

"You're just jealous because I beat you in every single Kahoot when we were in Mr. Nate's class," I shot back, wiping her pretty little smirk off her ugly little face.

"Look ugly, I could've won if you weren't so fast." She threw a glare at me and leaned on a bookshelf. "How was jail by the way? Was it fun? Because the way you snuck around this library tells me that you're probably going back soon, especially with those stunts you pulled last time." She looked me up and down. "The police are watching you ya know?"

Rolling my eyes while stuffing the several novels back into their rightful places, I told her in a hushed voice, "I'm not going back anytime soon, the food was fucking terrible. Tasted like someone puked puke."