Guess who's back back back, back again-its not Shady it's me! With an imaginary cake in whatever flavor you can imagine. My life has been really complicated in the past year, still kinda is but here is a chapter regardless. I can make no promises, but I will try my best to keep this updated v-v (uYoumight need to reread the last chapter to catch up to where we are)

Chapter 9:

Part 1

"Hear that Tate? Looks like we got some new playmates."

Tate sat slumped in an armchair in the main living room staring ahead of him blankly. Hayden stood by the fireplace rolling her eyes in irritation.

"Earth to Tate," she sang as she walked over to him, her hips swaying languorously.

"Come on," she murmured bringing her lips close to his ear as she bent forward, "don't tell me you're still hung up over that stuck up bitch."

She ran a hand through his blond curls, her lips brushed lightly against his earlobe as she smirked, "I've showed you a better time than that frigid virgin ever could."

Tate flinched away from her suddenly, "I told you not to talk about her like that." He barked angrily.

Hayden's face contorted into a frown, "fuck you." She hissed, as she stood upright. "Whatever, you were only good for a quick fuck."

A mischievous smile spread across her lips as she looked towards the kitchen where Dean and Sam had been just moments before. "Now those boys" She breathed biting her lips, "they look like a good time." she headed towards the kitchen leaving Tate behind to continue sulking.