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."

"Glad to know what the food tasted like, now I think that description has issued a warning to all of you guys," a silky voice said.

I turned around and saw homeroom girl in all her glory, with her eyebrows raised, black hair tucked behind her ear. A taller guy stood next to her and a blonde girl leaned against a nearby bookcase, distracted by her phone.

I watched as homeroom girl, supposedly named Wednesday, flicked her eyes between Laurent, who was still shelving books, and me.

"If it isn't the famous Coven Navarro," she remarked. "Never thought I'd see you outside of homeroom." 

"Thanks for all the praise," I said while standing up. "Now if you excuse me, I have an apple that needs to be finished, and I don't waste food."

A not so subtle Smiley raised his eyebrows in my direction to the, what I guessed, their gangleader. 

The raven haired girl let out a loud, aggravated sigh and looked at me impatiently. The blonde next to her put her phone away and the guy that was standing to her left was still judging me.

"Coven Navarro," she announced tiredly. Glancing back and forth between Laurent and me, she crossed her arms and glared at me. "I never liked you you know?"

"Wow, that's one conversation starter. I can tell you're not that popular with people."

She rolled her eyes and let out another frustrated sigh. She flipped her hair over her shoulder and judged me silently again. 

Annoyed with her silence and not so friendly stare, I spoke out. "If you and your gang are trying to beat me up, I'll send you right to the fucking hospital."

"If we tried to beat you up, we wouldn't try. Looks like you softened up in jail, can't exactly beat five people up with those noodle arms." A smug smile took over her face and I just wanted to wipe it off.

"Really," I asked her, but not really to be honest. "Let's see, I'm going against a human version of a christian channel, kahoot peasant, goldilocks, pineapple hair, and a stick bitch." A fake sympathetic look took over my face as little miss stick bitch glared at me. 

"Actually, I'm only friendly to you if you're not an ass," Smiley from West Virginia added.

"How many times do I have to tell you to shut your redneck ass up?" Goldilocks asked through gritted teeth.

"Actually, I'm from West Virginia, so I'm technically a hillbilly, not a redneck." 

Blondie's mouth closed as Smiley smiled in victory.

"I'm not fucking asking him," Wednesday whispered to Laurent. They weren't that quiet though, so I could hear every single word they said.

"If you're not going to ask me anything, I'll get going." I started to leave, but Smiley put his hand on my shoulder. Of course, I just took ahold of it and twisted it behind my back.

"See," his strained voice said. "We need him."

Strangely intrigued, I turned around to face the Putin of the group. 

"What am I exactly needed for?" I inquired.

The stick bitch sighed and glared at me warily. "You know that," she hesitated, "stunt you pulled around November?"

I smirked. "Damn, I knew you knew me, but I didn't know you were obsessed with me."

She stepped forward, but Goldilocks pulled her back. "I'm not obsessed with you. The only people who are are the police and deranged psychopaths that you sucked off in prison."

"Then how'd you remember the stunt I pulled in November." I curiously glanced at her. "And how did you know it was me?"

"It was either you or bigfoot dumbass. The only reason why the police couldn't arrest you was because they didn't have enough evidence." She started tapping her foot. "Besides don't you remember being the talk of the town for the following three weeks?"

"Ah yes," I sighed. "People loved me didn't they?"

"Sure," she responded curtly. "Now, we need your help."

"Look, if you want to know all the words to the most iconic vines in the universe, you could've just looked it up," I told them.

"Okay bitch," Goldilocks said, a slight tint of anger in her voice. "We don't want to know about your memes."

"Fine," I sighed. "Yes."

"Yes what?" Laurent asked.

"Yes I know how to maturbate." Eyes widened slowly. "Look, I'll go to church on Sunday, chill."

"It's okay Coven," Smiley reassured me. "I know how to masturbate too."

All the others, looked like they were about to do a spit take, including me.

"When the fuck did you learn how to masturbate?" Goldilocks asked quietly, not wanting nearby students or the practically deaf librarian to hear our conversation. I wonder why we haven't been kicked out yet.

"In school," he informed us, standing innocently.

"What the fuck are they teaching you in hillbilly school?" The tall, dark, and pineapple haired man asked.

"I bet you guys fuck horses," Juniper snickered.

"That is stereotypical, I demand that she be removed from the school." He then turned and looked at her seriously. "Actually, we fuck each other not horses."

"Okay then," Wednesday shouted, getting a dirty look from a girl across the library. "Coven, we are probably going to need your help."

"Wow, I'd love to help a group of people that blatantly hate me," I replied sarcastically.

"It will just be for a night," Wednesday assured me. "We need your help as you seem to be the only one that knows how to accomplish the task we have planned."

"Yeah, no." I started walking away before somebody pulled me back roughly. Looking at them all seriously, I grunted. "No way I'm going back to juvie. I've given you an accurate description of their food, and I am not going to be starved like that again."

"If none of us screw up, we won't get caught," Wednesday whispered.

"Okay," I said looking around. "At least one person is going to mess up, so no."

"Please Coven, just for one night," Smiley begged. "I promise I won't screw up."

"Knowing you, you'd probably accidentally tell the police. Why the hell did you recruit him and not me in the first place? He's bound to do something wrong."

"Does that mean you want to join the team?" The kahoot peasant asked.

"No, I'm just insulted that you picked Loser McGee over me, the infamous Coven Navarro." I turned to leave once again, but stopped at the sound of Wednesday's voice.

"How much do you want?" She asked, stopping me in my tracks.

"Want of what?" I asked, slowly turning on my heel.

"Isn't it obvious idiot?" She looked at me with an incomprehensible facial expression.

"For all I know you could be talking about chickens." I shrugged my shoulders.

"Money," she said, exagerrating the word. "How much do you want?"

"Doesn't your dad own the grocery store down the block?" I inquired slightly, a wistful look in my eyes.

"Yeah." She glared at me suspiciously.

"I want a year's worth of free coupons." She looked at me as if I was crazy.

"Why the hell would you want that?" Goldilocks asked, obviously very dumb and very confused.

"Well, I do tend to eat, so having some 50% off of your purchase coupons could let me spend my money on something way more important. I mean tickets to the movie theater in New Valley are pretty expensive, but they're the only movie theater that has reclining seats, so I go anyways." 

"Fine," Wednesday said through gritted teeth. "I'll give you those coupons. Screw up though, and I'll make sure that pretty face of yours is in a fucking graveyard."

"Aw, I'm pretty, I knew you secretly loved me."

"Petty little prick," she huffed and stormed away. 

Her little posse followed after her and I smirked to myself. This should be fun.