AUTHORS NOTE: Just a warning there is a brutal part in this story- it involves self harming. If you don't like it, please just skip past.

-VIOLETS POV-

I yawned and looked over at my clock.. 7am. Not too late.

Tate looked so fucking adorable, sleeping at my side. We had stayed up until 5am watching old horror movies, I loved that shit and amazingly enough, so did he. I melted every time he moved, or scrunched his nose. I was definitely an observant person and I had definitely noticed that cute fucking freckle on the end of his nose.. I decided now would be a better time than any to get the fuck up, otherwise I'd stare at him for the rest of my natural born life, he was too beautiful to be true.. something had to be wrong with him.

I slipped off the bed, hoping to the non-existent god that I wouldn't wake Tate up by making the floorboards creak. I made it off the bed in silence, but Tates phone slipped from the duvet onto the floor, it didn't make too much of a noise.

'Shit' I muttered, bending over to pick it up. The screen flashed as I turned it around to check for any cracks. I couldn't help but read the text that had flashed over his iPhone screen.

Some girl called Chloe.. 'Babe, you haven't replied for a couple of hours. Everything okay? Come over later tonight for a booty call, love you xx' I re-read the text over and over in my mind to make sense of it. Does Tate have a fucking girlfriend?

Chloe.. Chloe.. that name rings a bell.. and then I remembered. There was a girl called Chloe that was stripping at the party, I swear I heard one of the asshole jocks say that.

Ugh what an asshole! He was just like those fucking numbhead jocks. I don't know why I thought he was any different. Did he just make up that horrible shit about Constance so he could make me think he was like me? I knew it. I fucking knew it. Nothing can ever be perfect.

My blood was boiling, I had to make sure Tate wasn't in my sight, I was so fucking close to pouncing on the son of a bitch.. Ugh! I threw the phone on the bed and ran into my bathroom, slamming the door and locking it behind me.

I slid down the door and held my knees tightly to my chest. I had no idea what to do, or what to think.. I was fucked up, again. Last night.. Last night I was pulled out of the darkness, and now I'm smack bang in the centre again.

I looked around the bathroom, I knew what I was looking for.. and I knew where it was.

I jumped up and walked right over to the sink basis and fiddled around underneath, I felt it.. and pulled it up to the light. My only razor left..

I took a big inhale and scrunched up my eyes as I dragged the sharp end over my wrist.. It stung for a couple of seconds before I was numb. Too numb to care.

-40 MINUTES LATER-

I dried my hair, watching my reflection. I had to grab a shower, that way Tate doesn't question why I was in here for so long.. I couldn't let him know what I did.. especially considering he was in the next room, he'd go crazy. Or would he? Maybe him caring was all a part of his act.

I opened the door to the bathroom, I was in a towel but I still felt numb, I didn't give a shit anymore. My cut wrist was hidden by my other arm, I might not give a shit about anything right now, but that still doesn't mean I was up for a lecture.

Tate was sat on my bed, already dressed and ready. I caught him looking me up and down, smiling like a fucking idiot. I almost, ALMOST forgot about everything, I almost ran into his arms, I almost kissed him on the spot.

But no, the text popped back up into my head.. I was angry again.

I snapped. 'Could you maybe not look at me, thanks. Bathroom is free now, brush your teeth or whatever.'

Tate was clearly taken back by the outburst. I knew he tried to stammer something out but it was evident he decided not to.

'I'll be waiting in the car Vi' He murmurs, grabbing his bag and leaving the room.

Once he had left, I let out a big breath that I didn't even know I was holding.. that was torment.

I rushed getting ready, being careful not to disrupt my now settling cuts. Any sudden brushes or scratches, the blood clots would break and I would bleed again.

I spun around infront of my mirror, checking every single angle of my body. I was wearing distressed jeans, my baggy kinks shirt and my mustard yellow cardigan and military boots. I looked fine, in my opinion. But the only person I'd ever wanted to please was Tate, he can fuck right off now. I dress for me, and only me.

I jumped into the passenger seat of the car, I wasn't planning on talking.. and I didn't. Nobody did.. for the whole car ride.

-10 MINUTES LATER {IN SILENCE}-

We walked to American Lit in silence, not a single word was spoken. The class hadn't been told to enter the classroom yet, which was weird. Maybe Mr.C was late.. that'd be interesting.

I noticed Mason approaching me as he got near the classroom, I guess this would be the only time he thought he'd be able to speak to me, due to me not being anywhere near him in class.

'Yo, Dude can I have a moment alone with Violet?' He asked Tate smugly.

Tate scoffs and leant against the wall behind me, not moving. What an asshole, I knew he was trying to be smug to Mason.. this was my chance to stab him back.

Mason rolled his eyes at Tate's immaturity, or so I should assume.

'Yeah we can talk.' I announced, making my voice heard. I moved further down the corridor before turning around to make sure Mason was following. I noticed Mason smirking at Tate.. and I didn't even care. I was royally pissed off with Tate right now.

'Whats up Mason?' I questioned

'Vi.. I wanted to actually go on a date with you. This is a bit forward but I knew I'd be a pussy about it any other way.. The party wasn't the best, I just.. can I have another chance?' He pleaded.

I looked over at Tate in the corner of my eye and saw Stephanie is talking to him, laughing and hitting him on the shoulder.. flirting. Already. I was gone for what, a minute or so? if even that. Thought his eyes were locked on me, I could definitely be certain of that.

'Sure. I'd like that.' I smiled, answering with no hesitation.

Mason lit up, but I wasn't gonna stick around for him to start thanking me.. that would just be a major turn off.

I walked into class and took my seat as Tate took his infront of me. It wasn't even 10 seconds later before he turned around.

'So what did that fag want?' He laughed lightly

'That fag, asked me on a date' I replied nonchalantly, pulling my book and pen out of my satchel.

Tate was clearly trying to hide his frustration.. I enjoyed that. 'What did you say?' He asked, more persistent this time.

'I said yes' I replied, placing my pen and book on the desk before returning my eye contact.

'Yes?' He asked, as if he didn't hear me in the first place.

'Did I stutter?' I rolled my eyes.

'No.. No you didn't.' He murmured.

'I didn't think so.' I scoffed

'Violet why are you being such a bitch? I don't understand you. One day you're fine with me and we can talk to eachother but the next you're completely fucking cold!' Tate exclaimed, loud enough for only me to hear.

My blood started to boil again. Who the fuck did he think he was? saying that I was the asshole here. That son of a bitch, he only makes me want to piss him off more.

'Like you're any easier to understand' I muttered under my breath, trying not to lose control of my emotions.

'What the fuck are you going on about?' He asked

'Oh I don't know.. One day you're telling me you like me but the next you have a girlfriend?' I spat.

'Gir.. Girlfriend? You're crazy Violet. I don't have a girlfriend.' He laughed

'I'm fucking glad you're finding this funny. Asshole, Leave me alone' I hissed

'Vi..' He started

'No. Leave me alone. I don't want anything to do with you, do you understand me now? I think I'm being pretty fucking clear.' I snapped, picking up my bag and moving to the spare desk on the other side of the room. I couldn't be near him, I'd lose my shit.