Sorry I haven't updated in awhile but here's the next chapter. Oh, and how do you guys feel about the madison, kyle, zoe love triangle? I don't like it at fucking all.
The rest of the week Tate just appeared where Violet was. Out of nowhere, like a shadow creeping in dark corners until he finds the right time to strike. In the library, under the bleachers, by her car. Always looking for her. She started to take to Tate, mostly because he offered her a cigarette every time he had managed to sneak up on her but also because they shared a mutual hate for the world and every damned person on it. His sarcastic humor that seemed to mirror hers was just an added benefit.
One day, huddled in a corner on the far side of the library, buried nose deep in a book, Violet caught Tate off guard by finding him first.
Peeling his eyes off of his book he gazes up at her, raising an eyebrow. "Couldn't stay away, huh?"
"No." she says expressionless dropping two packs of Marble lights in front of him, repaying the debt she owed him he guessed, then fell limp in the chair across from him. Her hair shielding her face from view.
"Violet…?" His tone was guarded, cautious. Running her fingers through her hair pulling back the tendrils of dark blond curtaining her face, she looks at him, straight in the eye.
He involuntarily gasped at her face. A pinky nail width gash above her left eyebrow, newly forming bruises on her chin and cheek bones, and a seemingly finger nail type scratch on her collarbone spoiled her angelic features. The deep slash, oozed crimson and clashed in comparison to porcelain skin.
"When?" he asked, voice dangerously low. He didn't bother asking who, he knew exactly fucking who did it.
She rolled her eyes as if his concern was a big joke that she wasn't in the mood for hearing.
"Tate, please, don't be a drama queen I'm fine, I can handle those bitc-." she was cut off by Tate's hand clasping too firmly around her wrist, finger shaking with anger.
"When and how many?" he asked again. His voice growing more venomous with each word.
"Tate, fucking let go." She said urgently while she tugged on the confines of his hands.
"Tell me." He said all too calmly. His fingers tightened and she knew that by the time he let go she would already be soldiering another bruise.
"OKAY!" she gave, fearing her wrist would brake if he held on a second longer. "Like twenty minutes ago, Leah and almost 5 of her coke whores caught me smoking and jumped me. Over all, I say I won considering the damage done to their faces in comparison to mine." She smirks at the end of her statement but Tate's having none of it.
"You're making a joke out of this?"
"Oh please Tate it's not a big deal."
"Are you fucking kidding me Violet? LOOK at what they did to your face!"
"I was there I know exactly what happened so I don't need to look at my face to see the damage done, I can feel it."
"Those bitches are gonna pay." He growls.
"I already got that covered." She pulls two cigarettes from one of the packs she gave him, placing one in her mouth and the other behind her ear.
He flashes her a confused look, wondering what she had in mind. "What are you going to do?"
"You'll see." She smiles that heart stopping smile that lets you know you've underestimated her, that holds all her stories and sick sadistic revenge plots.
And in that moment between her lighting the tip of the cigarette and granting him that smile he would die for, something happened. Maybe it was the way the light shone in from the library window and casted a glow on her face, or maybe it was how delicately her fingers clasped the cigarette, keeping it to her mouth. Or possibly it was just the way her caramel doe eyes seemed to look extra caramel that day, he doesn't really know what happened but whatever it was made him realize he was falling for her. He didn't care about everything he knew could and would go wrong. He wanted her, all of her.
She was so beautiful it actually hurt to look at her, the perfection etched in each of her features actually burned your eyes, but it was a good type of burning, like the burning you get after staring at the sun too long. Ultra violet rays and beams of yellow blinding you in the sweetest way you can be blinded. She was a vanilla and honey sweetened poison, she could make you think death was as delectable as her and her pouty red lips. She could make you crave her eternal darkness kiss and vanilla venom sweetness with the bat of her mesmeric doe eyes. She was hypnotic, but he intended to show her just how electric he can be.