Are we hanging out today?

Hey, what are you up to?

I guess you're ignoring me…

Violet read through the messages that Tate had sent her. She sighed and moved away from the computer. She had backed out on their plans to hang out this weekend, but it wasn't because she didn't want to see him. Her parents had insisted that they have a family weekend and go out of town until Sunday night. Violet had been miserable the entire time. She wasn't allowed to take her phone or her laptop so she had no way of contacting Tate. The family had gotten home a few minutes ago, and Violet immediately checked to see if Tate left her any messages. She thought about messaging him back but figured that it might just make him angry and decided to just find him at school tomorrow.

…

Violet had been looking for Tate in the hallways between classes then entire day, but she couldn't spot his blonde curls anywhere. She huffed and walked to her last class. She stopped when she felt a hand on her shoulder and smiled, thinking it was Tate. Her smiled fell from her face when she turned and saw her father standing in front of her.

"Well it's nice to see you too." Coach Harmon commented when he saw his daughter's expression change. "I just wanted to tell you that you have to come to practice after school."

Violet opened her mouth to protest but then realized that Tate would be at practice. "Okay, sounds good."

"Okay…" Coach Harmon raised an eyebrow at his daughter, expecting her to put up a fight about having to spend her afternoon on the track.

"Okay." Violet smiled and turned on her heel, walking into the classroom.

The class could not move any slower. Violet had tuned out the teacher as soon as she walked in and kept her eyes on the clock the entire time. She was lost in her thoughts. She was trying to come up with a plan of getting Tate's attention. She knew that he was avoiding her because she normally ran into him at least once in the hallways. She knew he was probably pissed at her. All she needed to do was get his attention so that she could explain to him what happened this weekend.

Finally the end of the day bell rang, and Violet was up and out of her seat before everyone in the class. She hurriedly walked through the hallways, weaving through the throngs of teenagers. The bright sun blinded her momentarily when she stepped outside on her way to the track. Her eyes scanned the track as she got closer to it, and she frowned when Tate was no where to be found. Would he miss practice just because he might run into her? Did she make him that angry?

Violet walked past a group of runners, and her ears picked up on a phrase of their conversation. "Yea, Langdon said that he wasn't feeling well, and Coach told him to sit in the locker room for a bit until he felt better."

Violet raised an eyebrow and walked over to her dad. "Daddy? Can I sit in your office? It's so hot out here, and I forgot my sunglasses." She smiled up at him innocently.

"Of course, baby girl" Coach Harmon handed over his school key and patted Violet on the shoulder. "Work on your school work while you're in there, okay?" Violet nodded her head and walked back towards the school.

Violet threw her things in her dad's office before making her way across the gym and over to the boy's locker room. She looked around just incase someone else was in the gym before opening the door and stepping into the room that was lined with rows and rows of lockers. She stuck her head around the first two rows of lockers and saw that they were empty. She smiled when she saw Tate sitting on one of the benches in the middle of the third row. She felt butterflies flap around in her stomach as she took a few steps closer to him.

Tate had heard someone coming into the locker room, and he figured it was Coach coming to check on him. He had no idea that he would look up and be looking at Violet walking towards him. He rolled his eyes and stood up from the bench, turning his back to her and shaking his head. "Seriously, Violet?"

"Tate, I can explain." Violet stuttered her words as she walked up behind him and placed her hand on his back. Tate shrugged her hand off and moved a few steps away from her before turning to look at her. The look on his face made her nervous. His black eyes tore into hers.

"You can explain why you ditched me without any notice?" His voice was low and fuming.

Violet nodded her head. "Yea…"

Tate shook his head. He moved so that Violet's back was brushing the lockers. He was so much taller than her that he had to look down at her, and she had to tilt her head back to look at him. He could see the nervousness in her eyes and decided that he wouldn't torture her anymore. He had heard Coach talking earlier that day that he had taken his family on a weekend trip out of town. He hadn't really been mad at her, but he wanted to see if she liked him enough to come find him and apologize. He took her showing up in the locker room as a good sign.

"Yea." He murmured before pushing his body against Violet's, pushing her back against the lockers and pressing his lips against hers forcefully. Violet gasped at his abrupt movements, and Tate slipped his tongue past her open lips and tangled it with hers. His hands were resting above her shoulders against the lockers. He decided to take things a little farther than their last kiss and ground his hips against hers. Violet moaned loudly.

Her mind had completely shut down when Tate's lips touched hers. The fog was finally starting to fade, and she was starting to respond to his kisses. Her lips moved against his as their tongues wrestled. She couldn't hold in her moan when he moved his hips against hers. The friction that pushed against her core made her tingle. Her hands were resting against his hips, and her fingers slipped under the edge of his shirt and lightly brushed against his toned lower stomach. She was more than willing to turn it up a notch if he wanted to.

Tate bit back a groan as Violet's fingers teased the line of hair on his lower stomach. Her hands were dangerously close to his growing member. He pulled his lips from hers, and his eyes scanned all over her face. Her large brown eyes were gleaming with lust, and her lips were full and red. Tate almost moaned just from the sight of her.

Violet smiled up at him before reaching one of her hands behind his neck and pulling his lips back to hers, deepening the kiss by pushing her tongue through his lips. Violet's other hand pushed Tate's shirt up, and his reached down to help her rid him of the fabric. Violet's hands roamed over his toned chest, and Tate finally let out the moan that he had been holding in. The sound made a jolt of excitement run through Violet.

"Tate…" Violet moaned as Tate's lips moved to her neck. His kisses turned into gentle bites. His hands moved to the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head. His eyes trailed down from her face to her chest. She was blushing bright red which made Tate smile. His eyes ended on her dark purple bra that covered her small but perky breasts. He loved how the color contrasted with her pale skin, but he wanted nothing more than to rid her of the fabric and see what was underneath.

Violet's breath turned shaky as Tate's fingers slowly touched her stomach near her belly button. Her eyes were focused on his face while his were watching his hands and how her stomach would suck in whenever he touched her. His touches were so faint that Violet could barely feel them, but they were driving her wild. She had never felt so turned on in her life. Tate's fingers made a trail up her stomach and stopped right under her right breast.

"You're so beautiful." He whispered as his eyes slowly moved up to lock into her gaze again. Her cheeks were pink from blushing. Tate smiled at her and held her gaze while his hand moved to cup her breast. The look on her face as he kneaded her breast made his member instantly hard. Her eyelids sank a little as her eyes rolled backward, and she moaned. "God, Vi…" He mumbled before attacking her mouth with his lips.

Violet almost didn't respond to Tate's kiss because she was focused on the feelings that his hand was creating. Tingles of pleasure were rushing from her breast and pooling in her core. She was so close to just letting Tate take her up against the lockers.

Tate's fingers were pushing the cup of Violet's bra to the side so that he could touch her skin when the sound of the locker room door opening made both of them freeze. They both shared panic looks before grabbing their shirts off the floor and throwing them on. Violet ran farther into the locker room, hiding behind a wall, and Tate sat down on the bench and hunched over so that the tent in his shorts wouldn't be noticeable. He buried his face in his hands to hide his red cheeks.

"Langdon? Why are you still in here? Are you still feeling sick?" Coach Harmon called out as he came around the corner of the row of lockers. Tate nodded his hand and kept his head in his hands. "Well then pack your stuff up and head on home. Get some rest and be ready to work hard tomorrow."

"Yes, sir." Tate squeaked out. He didn't move until he heard the locker room shut when Coach left.

Violet came walking around the corner at the other end of the lockers and had an alarmed look on her face. "That could've been so bad." She shook her head and ran her fingers through her long hair.

Tate nodded. Violet walked up and sat down beside him, placing her hand on his knee.

"But it felt really good…" She whispered, and her cheeks flushed red again. Tate looked up and smiled.

"Really, really good." He smirked before leaning forward and placing a gentle kiss on Violet's lips.

Violet closed her eyes and rested her forehead against Tate's. "If we do this, we can't tell anyone, and we can't get caught." She whispered.

Tate leaned back and looked at Violet with a confused, hurt expression. "Why can't we tell anyone?"

Violet laughed and placed a hand against Tate's cheek. "Because I like you being alive, and if my dad found out you would be dead and buried. Okay?"

Tate hesitated for a moment, and Violet added one more point. "Are you really considering this? I'm basically throwing myself at you." She laughed and shook her head.

Tate shook his head and laughed along with her. "So you only want me for my body?" He teased her.

"Obviously." She teased back.

Okay, so I know I said 3 chapters, but this story has drawn me in. I think this is going to become a full blown fan fiction. Are you okay with that?