Thanks for reading guys. Reviews are appreciated! How far do you think he'll end up getting with Stephanie? or will something happen between him and Chloe? But needless to stay there's still twelve other victims we need to meet...
She was different. Not into all the cut throat war to popularity. She was an outcast, like him. Like Tate. She would let no one walk over her, she would not be a victim of bullying. She would rise above. She wasn't afraid to tell someone the truth, no matter how much of a bitch it made her seem. Even though she herself was an outcast, she wouldn't give Tate the time of day.
"Why don't you just talk to her?" Chloe retorted when she caught Tate staring at the girl yet again.
Tate left his gaze from the girl, Stephanie was her name; Stephanie Boggs, and looked at Chloe, whom he has been hanging out with a lot lately. "Shut up." He snapped at her. It wasn't any of her business.
"You make it so obvious," She teased with a playful smile on her face. "Come on, she's sitting at the table all alone."
"That's not my problem." Tate said, getting up from his seat, but only to get away from Chloe.
Since Tate was being so hardheaded, Chloe took it into her own hands and pushed him to the table the goth girl was at.
"Stop it!" He sneered, but soon enough he was by Stephanie, and would look pretty stupid if he just walked away. A weird feeling swept over him. "Um, hey," Tate said lamely. "Stephanie, right?"
The girl gave Tate an uninterested look. "Correct," She said, her voice more welcoming than the look she gave. "and you're Tate Langdon."
Tate's jaw opened slightly, a bit shocked that she knew who he was. He was about to speak, but Stephanie cut him off by standing up. "Look, I have to go." She said carelessly and walked away.
When Tate walked through the doors the first people in his view were Constance and some...new guy. Great. Tate thought. She fucking yet another guy. He wasn't interested so he tried darting up the stairs as fast as he could.
"Tate!" His mom yelled. "I have to introduce you to someone." Tate had to listen, not wanting any abuse. He slowly walked back down the stairs and locked his eyes on the two adults.
"What?"
"This is Larry." His mother said, almost as if she was proud.
"and? I care why?"
Constance's look turned cold. "and we," She looked to Larry and gave a smile. "We are getting serious, Tate. Do you understand?"
"Oh, so he's not just another not another guy's dick you suck?"
Constance gave Tate a look. No words. Just a look. A look that let Tate know that he was going to pay later.
But Tate didn't care about that now. He gave a roll of his eyes and went up to his room, followed by snorting up another line of coke to sooth his nerves. So he wouldn't have to think of the future.