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"Let's just go upstairs."

She nodded, walking into my room, smiling at Rose as she growled at the door. Saying a silent prayer when the knocking finally stopped. Hearing a light knocking we walked over to see Tate throwing pebbles.

"He may be cute, but he's got some messed up timing."

Turning to Vi I sighed, she smiled at me.

"Go see him, I'll tell them you went out with Tristan."

"Thanks Vi."

She nodded, watching me walk downstairs. Entering the basement I called for Tate who smiled at me.

"Hey."

Walking over to him, wrapping my arms around his waist.

"It's insane here."

He pulled back looking down at me.

"It's fine now, I'm here."

Nodding I smiled at him.

"You ready to go on our date?"

"Yes."

Following him outside as he looked at my outfit.

"Cute costume."

Laughing I nodded as he lead me to the beach. Sitting on the sand as he made a bond-fire, hearing my phone go off I sighed.

"Yes mom?"

"Where are you?"

"With some friends."

"I want you home in an hour."

"Ok."

Hanging up as Tate kissed the side of my neck.

"Who was that?"

"My mom."

"Aw."

I laughed as he kissed me, eagerly kissing him back as his hands wondered over my soft costume. Feeling him lift my skirt up I pushed against his shoulder.

"What?"

"Not yet."

He sighed giving me a hard look before nodding.

"Fine."

Laughing I hit his shoulder.

"Be nice or I'll go home"

"Fine, I'll be nice."

Laughing I cuddled into his side as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders. We sat like that until we heard voices walking towards us. Cautiously reaching for the knife I kept in my pocket as the group teenagers walked over to us, each one was covered in what looked like very real blood.

"You know, there's a whole lot of beach, guys."

"Good job Tate you finally came out of hiding. We've been waiting for years for you to show your face. But you like mommy's little safe house, don't you?"

I looked over at the jock as he spoke up.

"What's going on?"

"I don't know yet."

Glancing over I realized Tate was only acting calm.

"You know, I'm actually surprised you have the balls to show your face around here."

I glared at the cheerleader as the gothic chic bent down next to Tate.

"Yeah. Maybe you should have worn a mask."

"I'm not really into Halloween."

"But this years different, right? You have a date. How cute is that?"

Flipping my knife open, watching as the girl tried to look around Tate to glare at me.

"Leave her alone."

Watching Tate stand up I sighed, easily standing next to him as the jock spoke again.

"We don't want her. We want you."

Turning to look at the jock I held my knife firmly, knowing better than to make the first move.

"How about we drown him?"

Rolling my eyes, grabbing Tate's hand. Keeping a close eye on the group.

"No, we shoot him right between the eyes."

Rolling my eyes at the gothic chic again turning to glare at her.

"Wow, I don't know what you guys have against Tate, personally I don't really care. But if you're going to attempt to kill someone at least be creative. Drowning? Shooting? Been a done a few hundred times."

The group focused on me for all of half a second before focusing back on Tate, pissing me off at being written off.

"Somebody please waste this bitch."

"Yeah, why does he get a girlfriend?"

Rolling my eyes as the group started talking at once.

"I don't have a girlfriend. Do you have a girlfriend?"

Glaring at the biker teenager that had blood coming out of his head.

"Kyle, you?"

"No. I haven't had sex in a long time."

Keeping my knife in hand I grabbed Tate's forearm.

"Let's go Tate, beach is to crowded with asses as it is."

Bending down he grabbed the blanket we had been sitting on.

"Someone should really clean up the trash."

Nodding I walked ahead as we left the group, flipping my knife back into my pocket waiting until we were a little ways down the road before turning to Tate.

"What the hell was that?"

"I don't know."

"They knew you Tate."

"I didn't know them."

Sighing I gave him an annoyed look.

"Whatever, let's just go back to my house. Ok?"

He nodded, lightly grabbing my hand.

"Ok."

Following Tate into the basement giving him a look as I heard Rose barking.

"Now what?"

He shrugged as I walked upstairs, looking out the window to see the group had followed us.

"Really? I've had enough of this crap."

Running upstairs I grabbed the handgun I kept in my dresser before walking back downstairs and out the door, looking at the teens in pure annoyance.

"Alright you idiots, either leave, or I'm gonna blow your fucking heads off."

"Aw, he sent his little girlfriend. I doubt you even know how to use that."

Smirking I held it to the goth's head.

"Why don't we find out?"

They laughed circling me.

"Touch me and I'll blow your heads clean off."

That made them laugh harder.

"You can't kill what's already dead hon."

"I'm willing to find out."

Watching as the group took another step just as I heard the door open behind me.

"Leave her alone."

Turning I smiled at Tate as he took a step forward.

"Finally, the prodigal son returns."

"Come on down, man. We've got some questions."

"Amber, go inside. I can handle this."

Walking over to him I gave him a level look.

"I doubt that."

"Go inside."

"Hell no."

"Karma's a bitch."

"You want to talk to me? Let's see how fast you can run."

And like that Tate took off running with the group chasing him. Walking inside I got the feeling calling the police would be useless. Sitting on my bed I waited for Tate to come back, Rose sitting at my feet watching me.

"He'll be back girl."

She whined, laying her head on my ankles.

Laying down I sighed as I finally let myself sleep.

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