As much as I would love to i dont own American Horror Story.

With his wild curly hair and beautiful face he was anough to make any gilr melt, but Tate Langdon wasnt like other boys he was dark and he thought of things that would turn other boys his age sick. The blood, the helpless crys that will never be heard. While anyone would think he had a perfect life with his big house and charming looks, he really hated the attention, the hormonal girls cooing over him wanting him to like them asking him out.

His thoughts were about going to school and killing all the kids he liked, most people who want to kill someone kill them because they hate them and want to hurt them. But Tate wanted in his mind to help them escape this place and take them somewhere clean and kind. Now not everyone hated life and wanted to go someone different because who really knows what happens when you die. Tate didnt he just thought it was better than living on this shit hole called earth.

As he walked down the packed corridor he walked right into a girl. Normanlly he would just carry on walking and he did a first untill the girl yelled,

"Watch were your walking dumbass!"

He knew even before he turned around that she was new. He turned around very slowly to see her picking up her books and shoving them in her dark green bag. He was interested about her and wanted to know more about her. But he couldnt because if he met this girl and liked her he wouldnt go through with his dark plans for the students of Westfield high. So he just carried on walking to his english class.

About ten minutes into the teacher reading Romeo and Juliet the principal walks in but he's not alone. That girl from earlier was with him, 'oh god' Tate thought 'she's in my classes too, could it get any worse?'

"Right" Mrs Hill there english teacher said, "just sit infront of Tate, he's a nice boy he will surley he will help you if you get stuck." she said with a big grin on her face.

Tate hated Mrs Hill she always made him read infront of the class which he hated doing, now she was making him help a girl insted of making another girl do it. The girl did as she was told and went to go sit down but just before she sat down, she give him a look like dont i know you from somewhere. But she quickly snaped out of it and sat infront of him.

At the end of the lesson Tate wanted nothing more to get out of there quickly and read his book about birds and write some poetry like he always did. Just before he was about to step out the door Mrs Hill called him over.

"Oh Tate sweetheart" she called in her texas accent.

" Yeah..." he said not looking at her.

" Well you know that test tomorrow, well Violet here hasnt read Romeo and Juliet."

'Violet' he thought to himself thats her name. He snapped just back in time to hear her ask him to help her study for the test.

"Yeah I guess I can help her." he said trying to sound as nice as possible.

"Thank you Tate honey" she replied.

And with that Tate left only to her Mrs Hill shout " she'll be over at 5."

Great he thought not only do I have to sit behind her in english now I have to help her. Could this day get any worse? Little did he know that it actually would.

Thank you for reading I had fun writing it gets a whole lot better :D