ahs is too fucking good and sickly twisted, I love it. I hope you guys like this chapter.
Tate had watched the still unnamed girl for 5 more days after the fight, waiting for her to prove him right, to be the predictable person he thinks she could still be. But with each passing hour, each passing day she kept giving him evidence to prove him all wrong.
It was under the bleachers being hidden by its shadows to keep away all others and the merciless L.A. heat that he approached her, reaching into his pocket he pulled out a cigarette and enclosed it between his lips and lit the tip. Blowing out a smoke ring, he sank to the ground beside her not saying a word, not even looking at her. It's only when the soft thud of his ass finally slinking down into the dirt that she looks up. Unforgiving eyes stare him down as if he'd just slapped her instead of sat next to her.
"Excuse me." She snaps not in the least bit joking, probably thinking he's some jock come to feign as friend then go back to his pals and talk about her.
He smiles his Cheshire smile, smoke of the cigarette seeping between the slits in his teeth and says "You're excused."
"Wow that was a good one, jeez the last time I heard that one I was in first grade."
He holds out his hand all business like, almost as if he's giving out some form of truce between them. Arching an eyebrow at his hand she lets out a small laugh.
"Look, I'm not trying to find anyone to pal around with and I don't need your peace offering or whatever else it is you're offering up with that hand shake."
"The only thing I'm offering is an introduction. I'm Tate." He's completely serious.
He expects her to get up and walk away, but for the trillionth time that week she catches him off guard again. She places her fingers tightly around his hand, shaking it once with a firm grip, never breaking eye contact, yet never saying her name.
"And you are?" Tate encourages.
She turns to face him, really face him, and gives him the most confident smirk he's ever seen. Hiking her long dress just above her knee caps, slowly crawling toward him on all fours and only stopping when shes about three inches from his face. He expects her to lean up and kiss him craves it even. But she doesn't, just plucks the cigarette from his chapped lips and replaces them with her soft red ones, sitting down beside him and not looking at him anymore.
She sucks like a fiend on the filter and puffs out slow long blue clouds of smoke, watching the atmosphere swallow it whole before taking another puff. He almost forgot there was air because at the moment, it's as though she's stolen all his.
"Violet." She responds while putting out embers on the heel of her shoe, still not looking at him.
"I hope you know you owe me a cigarette and I expect you to pay up." He says.
And then it happens, she smiled that magnetic smile that screams "I know something you don't". Her smile reached her eyes that swam with secret stories he wished to know. He'd listen to each story like it was the last he would ever hear. He would hang on each word letting it slip into his blood like the nicotine in cigarettes he smokes. He would do anything to see that smile all the time, it would be like a high he never came down from. She would be his biggest high.
"I'll find a way to pay you back."
"Well Violet I think this is the start of something very beautiful."