Short. Pretty boring. But it's just development. Sorry for my crappiness!
The rattled noise of the cafeteria annoyed Tate. He hated this time. Where all the cliches got together and talked about bunch of pointless shit. Typical and pointless.
"I can't believe he cheated on me!" A preppy cheerleader squealed. He glared at the girl, her piercing voice irking him. 'That tends to happen when you, yourself are a two-timing bitch.
He hated these people. This school. It was crap. Everyone. He hated everyone. Tate drew his attention back to his book, trying to block out the excess chatter. A blond girl sat right next to him, yet Tate kept his focus on the book.
The girl was yet another high school bitter stereotype. She was a cheerleader. Talked to other cheerleaders, dated the popular jocks. "Did you keep your promise?" She asked, scanning Tate's face for any sight of emotion.
Tate licked the tip of his finger and turned the page, still ignoring the girl.
"I'll take that as a no," She assumed, her voice suddenly going bitter.
"I don't want to talk about it," Tate folded the corner of the page he was on and looked at the girl. "Got it? Now leave me alone."
She huffed and puffed. "You're being so difficult,"
"I don't even know your goddamn name," He snapped, irritated. "Yet you act like you know everything about me. I don't need to be around another high school bitch," Tate excused himself from the table, gripping the book in his hands, and left the cafeteria.
Tate walked down the halls of the school, refusing to look back, but the girl trotted behind, her arms across her chest. "The name's Chloe."
Tate stopped in his tracks, even though he wasn't surprised from the voice, he was a bit startled. He turned around and made eye contact with the prep. "You don't get the meaning of leave me alone, do you?"
"I want to help."
"Bullshit."
Chloe took Tate by the arm and yanked him closer to her. She pulled down his sleeves, revealing the wound he had made recently, along with many others tracing his arm. "You broke your promise."
"I was bullshitting you," He said honestly, bringing his arm out of the girls grip. He slid the sleeve back down.
"Give me a chance," she said calmly. "Give me one chance, and if you still don't want to be near me, I'll give up, and leave you alone." Her voice was serious and stern.
"Fine," Tate had said, mostly to get her off his back.
A smile appeared on her face. "Good. You know that dinner around the corner of this school?"
Tate nodded, and she continued. "Meet me there. Tonight. At seven." She said and turned around in one swift movement and walked away.
There it was. Six-thirty. Tate stared at the clock, still debating if he was going to go. Tate rose from the chair and walked to the door quietly, but a voice stopped him in his tracks. "Where are you going?"
"Out,"
"Where?"
"Out to eat,"
"With whom?" Her voice turned dark. No one, no one will go out with her son. Not if she could help it.
"A girl from school,"
"You're not going," She decided.
Tate turned around and stared at his mother, now, suddenly wanting to go more than he had previously, simply because she didn't want him to. "Yes I am,"
"Come here,"
Tate stayed where he was.
"Come here!"
No movement.
Constance hastily walked over to her son. "You will listen to me! You will stay home tonight! I'm going out, you must stay with your siblings. Be useful for once and help your goddamn siblings!"
And that was that. Tate never went to meet up with Chloe.