Tate came out of the locker room and walked into the poorly lit gym. He had just gotten out of the shower so his blonde curls were hanging in his eyes. He was about to walk to the door that led outside when a shadow caught his eye. He turned and saw that Violet was standing on the opposite side of the gym, by her dad's office. Tate smiled for a brief second before making his way across the gym.

"Hey." He said as he walked up beside her. Violet kept her eyes on the ground, not acknowledging his presence at all. Tate raised an eyebrow. "You're friendly." He said sarcastically.

Violet rolled her eyes at his comment before turning her face up to look at him. She knew before looking that it was the boy from the track. The boy that had smashed into her. Even though she hadn't acknowledged his presence on the track, she had seen him. She had studied him during practice. He seemed different than the other guys on the team. He seemed weird, like her. Violet mentally stopped her thoughts. She had made a promise to herself a long time ago not to get involved with anyone while she was in high school. All teenage guys were the same when it came down to certain things. Violet's gaze turned into a glare.

Tate held his hands up in a surrender motion. He was about to open his mouth to say something when Coach Harmon walked out of his office. "Langdon? What are you still doing here?"

Tate smiled at the coach as he started to walk backwards. "I was just introducing myself to Violet. Now I'm leaving." Tate turned around and started to walk to the door. "Have a good night coach!" He called out as he walked through the door.

Coach Harmon turned to his daughter and gave her a questioning look. Violet glared back. Coach Harmon shook his head. "Let's go home, Vi."

Violet sighed and followed her dad out of the gym. She couldn't keep her thoughts off of the blonde boy. Her dad had called him Langdon. Was that his first name? She also wondered why he talked to her. Guys, no matter how different, never spoke to her. She knew that most guys were afraid of her father. Maybe this boy was different. She shook her head and stopped her thoughts again. Absolutely not, Violet. She scolded herself.

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The next day was the day of one of the biggest track meets of the school year, and Coach Harmon had insisted on Violet attending. The track wrapped around the green football field. Violet was currently sitting under a tent that had been put up on the edge of the football field. She had a book in her lap and was lost in the words and pages. She felt a presence sit down beside her and looked up to see messy, blonde curls.

"You just don't give up, do you?" She sighed and closed her book, looking at the blonde boy from yesterday.

"She speaks!" Tate teased and smiled at Violet. He held out his hand to Violet. "I'm Tate, by the way." Violet looked down at his hand and then back up at his eyes. She noticed that his eyes were almost black. Tate pulled his hand back when Violet didn't return the gesture. "How are you today, Violet?" Small talk was always his go to.

"How do you know my name?"

"You might be surprised to find out that everyone knows you."

Violet snorted back a laugh. "Ha. Only because of my dad."

"The Coach's Princess, they say. You don't seem like much of a princess to me."

Violet was taken aback by Tate's abrasiveness. "You must have a lot of guts, coming and talking to me when my dad could easily see you."

Tate leaned a little too close to Violet for her comfort level. He stared directly into her eyes, which made her nerves rise even higher. "I'm not afraid of your dad."

Violet was intrigued by his statement. He was either lying or very stupid, but she was interested in learning more either way. She smiled slightly at him before turning her head. "I think you're up." She whispered. Tate leaned a little closer so that his lips were close to Violet's ear.

"I'm going to win this one for you." He whispered before standing up.

Violet rolled her eyes.

Tate walked onto the track and got in position for his race. He ran with perfection and easily won the race. Running was one part of his life that just seemed… Right. He was always running. He was celebrating his win with the team when he turned to look under the tent. He frowned when he saw that Violet's chair was empty. His eyes scanned around the track but couldn't find her anywhere.

…

Tate walked out of the gym and headed for his car. He was happy that the meet was over because he was exhausted and a little upset. He wanted to know why Violet wasn't interested in him. He walked through the parking lot and stopped when he saw Violet leaning against her dad's truck. It's now or never. Tate thought. Tate contemplated his options for a minute. Should he be cool and nonchalant about everything and just go up to her and act like nothing happened? Or should he be bold?

Tate made up his mind and walked over to Violet. Violet looked up and inwardly smirked when she saw Tate walking over to her. He was a persistent guy. She opened her mouth to say a sarcastic comment, but her words and lips were crushed by his. Violet's eyes widened and she gasped as Tate wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. His lips molded against her, waiting for her to respond. Without thinking, Violet closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around Tate's shoulders before moving her lips against his. Tate smiled into the kiss and pushed his lips more forcefully against Violet's. He moaned when Violet's fingers played with the hair on the back of his neck. They both pulled away when they ran out of air.

Tate smiled down at Violet. He loved the way her cheeks were lightly tinted with a pink color, but her lips were bright red. "I like you." He whispered.

Violet stared up at Tate and shook her head. "You don't even know me."

Tate's hands squeezed Violet's hips. "I want to, though."

Violet hesitated for a moment. She thought about the promise she made to herself, but she also thought about how amazing Tate's lips felt against hers. His lips outweighed any promises. She nodded her head. "Okay." Tate moved to kiss her again, but Violet placed a finger against his lips. Tate looked down at her in confusion. "Trust me. You should be afraid of my dad, and you don't want him to catch us like this."

Tate laughed before pulling away from Violet. "Can I see you tomorrow? It's the weekend."

Violet nodded before opening the door to her dad's truck and climbing inside. She smiled and waved at Tate through the window as he walked to his car. Violet's fingers gently brushed against her lips. She had never been kissed like that before, and she knew that she was now addicted to the feeling of Tate's lips.

Ben climbed into the driver's seat and looked at his daughter. "What's up with you?" He asked, noticing that she looked different. He hadn't seen her smile like that in a long time.

"Nothing." Violet said to quickly, making it seem suspicious. "Can we just go home now, please?"

Things are starting to heat up! Bow chica wow wow! HaHa I'm thinking maybe two more chapters of this story. This was supposed to be a one shot, but I have no idea how to end it. O.o Let's just shoot for two more chapters, for right now. That will probably change, but oh well!