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Tate-

My stomach was in knots, Violet and her family where going to be here any minute. I had showered again and put on jeans and a nice polo with my boots. If it had been any other family coming I would have wore all black to freaking them out, but this was Violet so I had to make an effort. The door bell rang and I leaped off my bed and started pacing back and forth running my hands threw my hair. Was she going to realize it was me that hurt her last night? She did run away when she saw me standing in the window this morning. I sighed trying to resist the urge to punch the wall.

"Tate, our guests are here!" Constance's voice floated up the stairs and I sighed. Okay I can do this. I walked down the stairs and entered the living room were everyone was standing. I stood awkwardly for a moment before my mother rushed over to introduce me to everyone.

"This is my son Tate, you will be in the same school as him Violet." The girl looked up from her shoes and nodded before looking back down.

"Tate this is Mr. and Mrs. Harmon." I shook hands with them both not really giving a shit about them.

"Call me Vivian." The blond women said and I nodded. Mr. Harmon didn't give his first name so I assumed he preferred me to call him Mr. Harmon.

"And this lovely girl is their daughter Violet." Constance said and my eyes drifted to Violet again she gave me a smile and a half wave. Addie picked that moment to waltz into the room.

"Mom I am hungry, is dinner almost done?" Constance huffed at her rudeness and instead of answering here introduced her to everyone. Larry walked in after that and everyone started talking and laughing at nothing. I slowly made my way towards Violet. She stiffened but relaxed when I leaned against the wall next to her, but not touching her.

"This is lame." I commented trying to get her to stop looking at the floor and look at me.

"Pretty much." She laughed a little and my heart fluttered, it was a beautiful little laugh.

"Tate dear why don't you show Violet your room while the adults have a small drink before dinner." Tate rolled his eyes and looked around the room for Addie but she was gone.

"Come on." I said and she hesitated but ended up following me after a moment. I lead her up the stairs and down the hall and towards my room; I opened the door and let her in. I left the door open so she wouldn't have a heart attack.

"Cool room." Violet commented looking around. It was all black and was covered all over with posters, my bed was unmade and I had dirty clothes on the door but I didn't care. I walked towards my bed and kicked a pair of my boxers under the bed before sitting down.

"Where did you move from?" I decided to start the conversation while she stood in the middle of my room playing with her necklace and looking around nervously.

"Boston." She replied but didn't say anything else, I tired not to frown. If I didn't do what I did last night would this conversation be going differently? I asked myself angry again at what I did.

"Sit, you don't have to stand there." I commented and she looked at me with bug eyes before walking over to my computer chair and sitting there.

"So what's Westfield like?" She asked and I groaned.

"Like shit, everyone's fake and all high and mighty about everything. I barely go." I might go more now if she was going to be there.

"Great." She said sarcastically and I started picking at my chapped lips with my fingers, something I did when I was very nervous.

Violet-

My stomach was in knots as I sat in the chair of a strange boys room. I didn't want to be up here I felt like I was suffocating. We kept up small talk but I was barely paying attention, I was looking for an escape just in case. I kept glancing at the door, and then him. He was just sitting awkwardly on his bed and picking at his lips, he was honestly pretty cute but my stomach hurt to think of any male for to long. What if he was the guy that raped me? I thought the same thing about the boy I bought a soda from at the store this afternoon and the one walking down the street in the same direction as me as I rushed home. I took a shuttered breath and started playing with my necklace again, it was something I did when I was nervous.

"So what do you do for fun?" He asked me and I looked at him and shrugged.

"Nothing much. Reading I guess." I was a loner for sure; I had barely any friends back in Boston. I stayed home most Saturday nights and id do homework and read books or watched movies. I was always alone because my parents had more of a life then I did. I think maybe the loneliness is one of the reasons I did what I did.

"What about you?" I added as an afterthought to fill the silence.

"I used to run track but it got old so now I mostly just hang out at the library or hang at the beach." He shrugged and dropped his hands to his lap. I could see a bit of blood on his lips from picking so much it was a tad bit attractive. I wondered when I gotten such a weird fetish that I thought that was attractive.

"Dinners ready!" Mrs. Langdon's voice rang up and I leaped out of my chair excited to go back down stairs and be around other people.

"My moms sucks a cock whore this is gonna suck." Tate mumbled to himself but I still heard him and stared at him wondering if he was loner like me that hated his parents. We walked down the stairs, me following after him. Everyone was seated at the table so I took the seat next to Addie, his sister not wanting to sit next to my dad. Tate took that spot without saying a word, I have him a small smile in thanks and he smiled back.

Dinner was plain and dry, everyone was thinking it but not one person said anything. I hadn't eaten all day so I managed to choke down enough food that Constance was happy. I talked a little with Addie, she was fun and not shy in the least. She told me at least three times to stop hiding under my hair, pretty girls shouldn't hide their faces. I blushed every time and tried to keep my hair out of my way but it was something I did to hide myself, to just blend in. It was my defense against the world. Tate smirked at me every time she called me out and I glared back playfully.

"Time for dessert." Larry said coming out with a huge chocolate cake, I groaned. I just wasn't hungry and I couldn't pretend to eat anymore. Larry cut everyone a piece and passed it around the table.

"Could Violet and I go eat on the porch?" Tate asked his mother and I was slightly surprised.

"Sure dear." She patted his cheek and he glared at her but turned to me with a smile.

"Come on." I followed Tate out front and we both sat on the porch swing.

"Let me see your plate." He took both of our plates to the trash cans on the side of the house and came back with clean plates.

"Thanks." I mumbled, happy that I didn't have to force that down.

"Sure, my moms thinks shes a great cook and she can make just about anything look good on a plate but when you put it in your mouth its trash." I laughed a little and smiled at him, why was he being so nice to me? He gave me a small smirk before he sat down next to me. I inched a tiny bit to the left to get away from him, I hoped he didn't notice. He was the first person to treat me like a real person and not like some fragile glass doll in a very long time. But he was also a male and at the moment I didn't trust any of them anymore. I didn't want to push him away but I wanted him to stay at a distance. We rocked back and forth on the porch swing in silence and it was nice, it wasn't awkward or anything. I started to get sleepy and had to shake my head a few times to keep my eyes from rolling.

"Come on Violet, time to go." My father said opening the door and then turning and saying goodbye to our hosts. I rolled my eyes, he didn't even look at me.

"Well it was nice meeting you, and thanks for the cake an all. Maybe see you at school?" I turned and looked at the blond boy.

"Of course, see you Monday Vi." I started playing with my necklace, it had been a very long time since someone called me Vi it felt really nice.

Monday, Violets first day of school.

"Wake up Violet!" I woke up to the sound of my mother pounding on my bedroom door. I groaned and glanced at the clock on my night table, it was 6:30am and school started in an hour. I huffed out of bed and started to dress. I took a shower the night before when it was about 2am and I couldn't fall asleep it helped. I pulled on a pair of dark blue skinny jeans and a long sleeve black shirt. I gave my hair a brush but left it down and in my face. I picked up my backpack and headed out the door, my father stopped me in the kitchen.

"Don't forget Violet you have your first session with Dr. McClaine after school." I rolled my eyes at him, I was being forced to see a therapist and I really didn't want to. But it was one of the rules for starting over so I didn't say anything.

"I'll pick you up after school and drop you off." He didn't even look at me as he talked, he barely looked at me anymore unless he had to.

"Then I am going to bring your mom to one of her appointments for the twins then I'll pick you up again when its over." My mom walked over and handed me some toast.

"Don't forget to eat!" She smiled at me and then walked out of the room. I said bye to the both of them and headed out the door to walk to school, throwing my toast in the trash as I went. I wasn't very hungry anymore, it wasn't like I didn't want to eat I just wasn't hungry. Yesterday my parents showed me how to get me to school, and told me everything was all set so they weren't needed there. I was to fend for myself like always. I was at the end of my street about to cross when someone pulled up next to me and honked. I almost jumped out of skin it scared me so bad. I looked at who it was and saw a familiar blond boy.

"Jeeze Tate, are you trying to kill me." I sound like my old self for a second there and he smirked and shrugged him shoulders.

"Maybe, get in I'll drive you." He said and I hesitated, should I trust him? He gave me a look and I finally caved and got into the passenger seat.

"Don't worry I am not a bad driver." He smirked his now famous smirk at me before gunning the engine and flying down the street. I wasn't worried about his driving, I was more worried about him.

AN: Hello! So I wrote this on Wednesday but I didn't have time to edit it until this morning. Hope it good! Update again soon!