AN: So I'm thinking I'm keeping this entire story in Tate's POV.
Chapter Two: Collection Fee
I rapidly changed into my clothes once I checked in with the coach. Why the hell was I chasing down a girl I just met? Exiting through the front doors, I scanned the parking lot for her vibrant colored coat. There! Violet was boarding the bus, just out of my reach. Dammit. Tomorrow I'll have to ask her for her number so we could possibly hang out this weekend. I have two days to accomplish my mission.
Hauling my backpack over my shoulder, I took my time to get to my rust bucket. What the fuck? Engraved on the dust that plastered my windshield was the words 'You owe me. –V.H.' Just as the bus was passing, I happened to look up to see Violet flipping me off with a dust tipped finger.
My god! Does she know how to rile me up in the short span of time we've met. I need to learn how to control my face muscles or I fear that it'll get stuck in the stupid smirk I feel coming up. How did she know this was my car? Tossing a glance behind me, I could see the window to our English class lining up from where I was standing. Did she notice me when I pulled in earlier this morning?
I know it's pretty pathetic of me to get my hopes high, but once I was in my car I had to shake the stirring wheel to deflect my disturbing joy that I felt emerge.
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My head merged into my pillow as soon as I snuck back into my room. Constance must've heard me drag myself in. "Tate! I didn't raise a slacker. You're late to your first appointment," the bitch screamed through my door.
Burrowing my head beneath my pillow, trying to drown out the sound of a banshee, I dreaded the thought of another therapist. "I'm fucking going now!" I screamed back when my efforts became pointless.
Barely ten minutes 'home' and I was back outside. My fingers tightened around the gate next door, debating if going in to talk about MY problems to a stranger was worth money. Maybe I should fuck with him and see how far I could go with this one before he quits.
The house was still the same since I moved out. I wonder if my old room was still that crappy blue or if the razors were kept hidden beneath the floorboards. I'll have to check one day once my therapist is comfortable with me.
"You must be Tate. Your mother phoned me that you'd be here. I'm Ben Harmon but you probably already knew that."
Up close, Ben looked like a real douche. He reminded me of one of those university guys that played football and went to keggers on the weekend after chasing down the geeks. Rather than shaking his hand, I passed by him and laid down on the patient bench, twiddling my thumbs. I just wanted this to be over so I could go home and ready my book in peace. Thinking of books, I wonder what Violet was up to. I wonder where she lives. I wonder what kind of music she listens to, I wonder-
"Tate? Did you hear me?"
"Yeah. My day was average." Bullshit. My day was fantastic. I'm pretty sure I met the girl of my dreams.
"How would you define average?" Great, the bombardment of standard questions that I've answered my entire life. After my definition, he'll probably ask me about my home life.
Sometime during the session, I heard the front door slam against the bolt. A woman's voice called out. It must've been his wife. There was another voice too, someone younger. Their daughter? Heaven forbid she's the female version of her father. A douche father with a douche daughter.
"And your mother. Why do you think she sends you to therapy?" Ben scrawled something down on his pad. I have a pretty good guess what it says after hearing my fantasies on death and blood.
"That cocksucking trash? You're the therapist, you should know why I'm here. Isn't that what your degree is for, to prove that you already know this? Come on doc." Batting my prey always gave me some form of satisfaction. Oddly, today I wasn't feeling it. Maybe he'd prescribe me something if I kept this up. At the hour point, I was relieved from the session.
Ben didn't escort me out. Standing in the foyer, I overlooked all the changes and compared it to what I remembered. Not much of a change, how sick. Showing myself out, before the voices started to get out of hand, I hopped the fence and drug myself through Constance's shitty house. It's kind of disgusting, Constance's need to be near that oversized house. I'd rather live out where people were rare. Maybe the mountains? Or the woods.
Flipping the deadlock on my door, I let myself succumb to the tousled sheets on my bed. Only four forty-five and I already threw in the towel for the day. My eyes strained to stay open, seeing if my vision would warp. Giving up, I let my lids close.
If I knew my mind would be clouded by every memory I collected of Violet, I would've closed my eyes sooner. From the first moment I captured her face in my vision to the sight of her bare ass. Mmm…If she was an inch to her left, I would've saw more than that. I bet she's bare. If not, I wonder what she'd sport. God, I felt my dick get hard at the thought of her other regions. My hands twitched, in need to satisfy my desire but I couldn't defile her that way. I suppressed the vile thoughts of what I'd do to her, and steered my mind in a different direction.
The message on my car plagued me for the rest of the evening. What did I owe her? What was her last name? Horton? Haynes? Harmon? I joked to myself. I don't know who'd I feel more sorry for, Violet or Ben. I could imagine Ben trying to conform her into a jock like him and her purposely pissing him off. That would be a terrific spectacle. Also, that'd mean she'd be my neighbor. A young horny teen like me could only dream.
In a sad, desperate hope, I pulled my curtain to the side to glimpse at the neighboring house. My window aligned somewhat to my old room. Who was I kidding? The curtains hadn't been drawn, in what seems like an eternity. Only a nutcase would want to occupy that old rickety room.
Around nine, I forced the voices to shut up and myself to think of other subjects, in need to sleep so that tomorrow would be here and I could meet Violet at the bus stop before class.
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I punched my mattress when I woke up two hours earlier than required. No wonder why Constance thinks I need therapy, aside from the voices, my destructive nature, and unstable personality. Fuck. Picking up my favorite black long-sleeved shirt, and matching jeans, I quietly snuck into the bathroom.
The stinging heat of the water caused me to groan at the sensation of the contact. Usually a cold shower would by my main squeeze, but that was only because it would keep me awake. Today I was fully alert and it was freezing in this shit house. My forehead fell against the cold tile while the water pelted my back.
From the depths of my head, an image of Violet sprawled against my bed materialized. As hard as I could, I couldn't discard the visions as I had done last night. All she had on were her pink converse and a red tint that kissed her cheeks. If she knew I was thinking of her in this fashion, she'd probably mean it the next time when she called me a perv. She was right though.
Deciding to go with my head for once, I imagined what she would let me do to her. If she would beg me or would she be in control. My fantasy of Violet led up to her pleading me to touch her in places I could only conjure up in the dark.
My hand pumped my hard cock as the visions grew more graphic. I groaned to the imaginary sound of Violet asking me to slap her ass with my belt as she was bent over my desk. My mind replaced my hands with the soft touch of Violet's plump lips. Before I even got to stick my dick in her, I came in my hand.
Washing myself clean of any impure thoughts of the girl I just jacked off to, I dried my blonde tresses, pulled my clothes on without patting the water off my skin. In the kitchen I scarfed down two bowls of cheerios, took an apple to go, and a glass of yesterday's coffee before leaving the house. I decided that sitting in the school parking lot listening to Nirvana and attempting to read my book high as hell would be better than losing the little sanity I had left in this crapper.
Turning on Charles, the name of my car, I sped off to Westfield, racing the rising of the sun. The sky was still a grimy blue when I arrived. Parked in my usual spot, I blared up my Nirvana album while packing a bowl in my apple. When the high had taken me in, I pried open the pages of my book to resume where I had left off yesterday. My forefinger and thumb rubbed the spot where Violet's cigarette left its mark.
I jumped in my seat when two hands banged against my window. Rolling down my glass shield, I poked my head out to greet the morning breeze. "You scared the shit out of me," I exclaimed with a fake horror when I realized it was Violet. At this rate, I'll never make it to page three in my book.
"You're here early," Violet said as she opened my door. At first I thought she wanted me to get out to keep her company but pulled another surprise on me. This fascinating invader climbed into my lap and closed the door behind her. "It's way warmer in here. If you came a minute later, I thought I'd freeze my ass off!" She beamed up at me with an awkward smile of thanks before crawling onto the seat next to me that has been unoccupied since acquiring Charles.
Her minty and citrusy breath had mingled in my nostrils at her proximity. The weight of her against my thighs brought up my earlier activities and I was forced to mentally strengthen my self-restraint. From the corner of my eye, I watched her small hands shuffle through my unorganized albums that she had pulled out from beneath her. "I love this song." Violet reached to turn up the volume knob when 'Heart Shaped Box' eased in. "Got any more weed?" she asked me with no shame.
"Of course not," I replied to her sarcastically as I had already began to stuff a fat bowl into my bitten into apple. I had to bite down on my lower lip as she touched her mouth to the apples surface. I tried my best to not imagine myself in the place of the apple. What the fuck is wrong with you Tate! No wonder why you have a running streak of being single.
"Why are you here so early?" I asked as a diversion and something to break the silence.
After taking another hit, Violet handed me the apple. "Same reason you're here."
I snorted at the girl's fast response. "I doubt it." I truly did doubt her. I was here because of her.
"I couldn't stay in the new house for long. Not that it's bad, it's actually pretty bitching. I heard my parents fucking and then they started fighting. So I just came to school but if I knew it was gunna be this freezing out, I would've just turned up the radio." Her expression was mocking but cute. "You're right. Different reasons." Her nose wrinkled as her lips turned upwards. "And you?" she asked as she took the apple from me.
Her hands were soft, I confirmed as her fingers brushed against my knuckles. "Just because where in Cali, doesn't mean the sun's shining at 6:30 during fall time," I chuckled. "I'm here because my place sucks and just thought that something better might happen if I left." Turns out I was right, for once.
"Same for me. I get to smoke some free weed and hang out with the only guy I know for the next hour and a half, who got a free peep show." I inwardly cringed at the resurfaced topic. "I'm just fucking with ya." Her teasing seemed natural and it didn't seem to bother her that I got a glance at her downstairs as much as it would bother other girls. I wonder if other guys had seen, would she be as forgiving?
When the bowl was done and the two of us at an agreeable high, the two of us reclined our seats and let the music fill in the silence. Violet rested an arm behind her head as she nibbled on my apple. Her eyes were concentrated intently on my patterned interior. My eyes roamed over her body as she stayed occupied. Today she wore a yellow cardigan that went past her wrist, almost to her knuckles, her grey tank was low enough to expose the top side of her breasts, purple stockings painted her legs, a flimsy knee length skit hugged her hips, and her feet were adorned with those same pink converses.
"I hope something interesting is on my lap." Busted. My eyes traveled back up to Violet's, which had been locked on me for god knows how long. I'm not good at recuperating at awkward moments, especially in the company of the girl I can't stop obsessing with.
"Sorry, thought I saw something," I tried to smooth over. Great move Tate, you officially sound like a creep.
"Don't worry, I remembered to wear panties today, just in case," she nodded with her lips puckered and her eyes squinted, as if trying to impersonate someone. Damn, this girl drove me crazy, crazier than I already am. "Ya know, it's weird, call me crazy but if it was anyone else who saw what you did, they'd be a bloody mess," she said aloud, no trace of amusement. Her statement cleared my mind of any fear that was plaguing me.
A small nagging whine in my head told me to reach out and claim her. I knew that was wrong though. This wasn't medieval times where a man could just claim his wife, or else she'd be mine already. Putting behind yesterday's event, we spent the rest of this precious moment talking about anything that came to mind.
"You should join track," I blurted out, remembering how she had out run me. "It seems like that was the only class you were ready for."
"Stalker much? Nah. Sports teams aren't really my forte. Especially track. Most of the track captains are creepy weirdos that don't have a life." Shit, there goes my plan of trying to impress her. Not that it would work. Violet didn't seem like the ones that were amazed by flashy things as status.
"So I'm a creepy weirdo with no life huh? Hmm. Well you're right on some parts." I scratched my jaw, as Violet's eyes widened.
"You're captain of the track. Wow. I didn't mean it that way. Well I did. I guess you're one of the rare exceptions left on this planet." When I faced her, I could tell her words were sincere. If she knew I was fucked up, would she still see me this way? "Still, you being captain won't change my mind."
"Why not?" I really wanted to run with her again. Someone like her needed to run free, like me.
"I don't like being on teams. Being surrounded by people who only see you for your talent not who you are doesn't really appeal to my demographic. Especially with this school's student body." Violet's mouth twitched in dissatisfaction. I could understand where she was getting at. I decided not to push the conversation any further.
"Sooo…" Looking through my windshield, the words from yesterday still remained. "What do I owe you for?" I turned to see the taunting look on her face and the gleam of mischief in her eyes.
"You owe for two things, mr. Langdon. One, you smoked one of my cigs, leaving me one short, and two, my shows aren't free."
At the mention of her exposure, I could feel the heat rise to my cheeks. Shit, how was she able to make me feel so uncomfortable in my space? "Well, what do you want?" I didn't know how else to ask for her answer.
"Come here." I leaned in, expecting her to whisper something in my ear, even though no one was around.
My heart fluttered when her hands curled around the front of my shirt and pulled me towards her. The feel of her petal soft lips pressing against mine was more intense than any wet dream that haunted me. It was only for a second but enough for me to silence all the chaos in my head. My first kiss was stolen by Violet. I wouldn't have wanted it any other way.
"That'll do." The slightest hint of apple was left on my lips. Before I could even pull myself together, Violet opened her door and evacuated my car. Clambering out of my side, I began to follow her, not caring that my car was still on and doors wide opened.
"Where are you going? School starts in half hour." Which meant a full thirty minutes to hang out.
"Now that the suns up, I don't feel like going to history. If you go the balls, wanna come with?" She tempted me with that recurring smile and the way she ran her fingers through her hair.
Only one history class was offered to our grade, which meant we had the same first two periods. I already missed yesterday…. What the hell, one more day didn't mean anything. "Let's take my car."
AN: Blargh. I hope you enjoyed. Sorry for any typos. Finished this around 1:30 in the morn.