A/N: Roughly based off of AHS & the old movie, Heathers. Enjoy babes!
I prepare for the noble war. I'm calm, I know the secret.
Caressing the silver pages and leather binding of one of her many books, she relaxed, sprawled on her warm mattress, and blankly stared at the wall and oblivion. The crisp scent of the book's pages provided broken solace after a day of mental anguish. Mindless chattering of the kids around her forced out whatever light of hers hadn't been snubbed by her mother.
"Dammit…", her thermos of coffee had emptied before the end of her first class, an indicator that today would be no better than the rest. Caffeine, still fresh in her veins, sang her name while her boots trudged down the linoleum, into a space ironically less stable than the last. Cafeteria's never brought Violet the illusion of satiation, but instead tainted by the gluttony and foul smells.
"I need more coffee."
Tate crouched close enough to the fire that he was sure the skin on his shins had long melted off, but he didn't mind. The slight pain made him smirk, gave him subtle goosebumps. He set his cigarette to his lips and kissed in the smoke, the cherry glowing brightly as he inhaled. Smothering the fire, he wondered off of the beach and toward her house, her back window, and hopefully into her bedroom.
Feeling ridiculously needy, Tate slides his phone from his pocket. He fumbles with the bright touch-screen for a few moments and begins to play some of Violet's favorite music. A slow, sultry, piano version of Toxic coos from the small speakers and he tosses a few shells he picked from the sand toward the cracked window.
There's no escape
I can't wait
I need a hit
Baby, give me it
You're dangerous
I'm lovin' it…