Wow… I didn't realize how long it's been since I updated this. I'm so sorry. I'm going to start updating all of my stories more because summer vacation is only 3 week away! Wooo! Thank you for being patient with me. I love you all so much. This chapter was really fun to write. I hope you enjoy.

Violet was in a terrible mood. She huffed out a breath as she opened her locker and threw her books inside. It had been a terrible week, but thankfully it was the weekend now. Violet was in an awful mood because she hadn't seen Tate the entire week. She hadn't seen him since he left her in her room. Her dad hadn't needed her to come to practice with him and grew suspicious when she asked if she could, so she gave up on trying to see Tate there. Whenever she went looking for him in the hallways, she could never find him. Being avoided was really starting to piss Violet off.

She was about to close her locker and head out of the building when two of the track team members walked up beside her, talking about some party. One of the guys opened a locker a few down from Violet's while the other one stood beside him.

"Yea man… The entire team is going to Scott's house for the big party tonight. It's going to be crazy."

"Dude, it's going to be sick."

Violet's ears tuned into the conversation once she heard that the entire team was going to this guy's house. She listened enough to find out when and where this party was going to be before she closed her locker and left. She was planning on showing up at this party and finally talking to Tate.

She hadn't made up her mind yet on whether or not she wanted to publically announce that she was with Tate, but she just needed to see him and talk to him. She missed him a lot more than she was willing to admit.

…

Violet rolled her eyes at how "high school" cliché this party was. Girls were drunk of their asses, slurring their words and throwing themselves, literally, at any person in the room with a penis. One girl threw up in the bushes as Violet was walking towards the front door of the house. Violet crinkled her nose and kept walking. She was not the kind of person that was going to "mommy" people that got so drunk they couldn't function.

Violet always thought that she had more sense and morals than the average female teenagers. All of those morals disappeared, however, when she walked into the house and saw Tate. He was sitting on the couch and had some girl hanging all over him. Violet stared at him in disbelief before reacting without thinking. She stormed off into the kitchen and grabbed the first drink she saw, swallowing the bitter liquid in a few gulps.

Some guy cheered and high fived her before handing her another drink. Violet turned her head to look back at where Tate was sitting. He hadn't even noticed her. She felt tears sting her eyes as she downed her new drink.

It had been about an hour since Violet had arrived at the party, and she had lost count of how many drinks she had after number 7. The room was spinning, but she didn't care. She had been letting her drunken anger boil inside of her until it exploded. She walked out of the kitchen and over to where Tate was sitting in the living room. He looked up at her with wide eyes, having no idea that she even knew about the party.

"Violet?" He asked confused.

Violet held up one of her hands, swaying a bit. "Tate… I…" She took a deep breath because the world was spinning even more. Her eyes focused on the girl that was practically in his lap. "You are… You are… You son of a bitch!" She screamed the last part at him, and Tate leaned backward, surprised by her outburst. He had been ignoring the girl on the couch with him and pushed her off when he noticed Violet glaring at her like she was about to attack.

"I hate you!" Violet continued screaming at him. People were starting to stop and stare at Violet's breakdown in the middle of the party. Tate stood up and reached for her, but Violet jumped backward, losing her balance and falling into another guy. The guy grabbed her and steadied her before walking away.

"Violet, we're leaving." Tate said in a commanding tone. Violet laughed and shook her head.

"But the fun just started!"

Tate grabbed one of her arms and pulled her close to him even though she was struggling. "Let me go!" She yelled.

Tate leaned close to her ear and whispered. "I will carry you out of this fucking house kicking and screaming if I have to. Stop making a scene." His voice was a low growl.

Violet stopped struggling and looked up at Tate. "Fine." She huffed.

Tate held onto her arm and pulled her out of the house and to his car, opening the door for her before helping her sit down. He got in on the driver side but didn't start the car.

"Did you drive here?" He asked while keeping his gaze straight ahead.

"No. I walked."

"Good." He ran his fingers through his hair.

Violet leaned close to Tate and placed a hand on his thigh. "Are you mad at me?"

Tate's jaw clenched as he shook his head. Violet could tell he was lying.

"You're mad."

Tate turned to look at her. "Violet…" His tone was warning.

"Don't be mad at me." She squeezed his thigh before inching her hand higher up his leg.

"Don't" Tate growled as he grabbed her hand and moved it away from his leg.

Violet stuck out her bottom lip in a pout. "Tatey…"

Tate finally turned to face her. His expression was hard. "What did you plan on accomplishing tonight, Violet?"

"What?"

Tate took a deep breath to try and keep his anger in check. "Why are you here? Why are you shit faced drunk?"

Violet shook her head and glared. "This is your fault!" She yelled and sat back as far as she could from him, resting her back against the car door.

"My fault?"

"Yea. You've been avoiding me all week. I came to the party just to find you, and what did I find? You and some girl all cozy on the couch!"

Tate laughed angrily. "Did you not even pay attention to what was happening? That girl was drunk and a whore. I wasn't even paying her any attention! I was sitting there the entire time wondering what you were doing tonight. You're all I think about."

Violet's mind was still fuzzy, and Tate's words were confusing her so she crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm done talking." She grumbled.

"Fine." Tate retorted as he turned forward and started the car, driving away from the house. A loud silence filled the small space in between them. Violet closed her eyes for a few moments because the trees flying past the car window were making her nauseous. When she opened her eyes again, she watched as Tate zoomed past the road that her house was on.

"Where are we going?" She asked quietly.

"I'm sure as hell not letting Coach see you when you're like this."

That was the last thing said until Tate pulled into his driveway.

"What about your parents?" Violet asked as she watched Tate turn off the car.

"They're never home." He spoke as he got out of the car. Violet watched through the windshield as Tate walked around the front of the car, moving to her side. He opened the door for her and helped her stand. Violet tripped over her own feet, finding it hard to walk. Tate grabbed her before she could fall on her face and pulled her into his arms, picking her up.

"I can walk by myself." Violet grumbled. Tate didn't reply as he carried her to the front door. "You don't have to do this." She tried again, but he still didn't reply so she rested her head against his chest as he carried her into the house and upstairs to his bedroom.

Violet's eyes scanned around the room as Tate sat her down on his bed. His walls were a dark gray and covered in band posters. Her eyes moved to focus on Tate when he sat down at her feet.

"Are you going to puke?" He asked. She shook her head. "Good. If you are, then tell me. Don't puke on my bed." His words still held anger in them, and Violet felt guilty.

They sat on the bed in silence for a few minutes. Violet's thoughts were all over the place, and she didn't realize that her hands had started roaming over her body. Tate's eyes followed her hands as they moved over her collarbone before moving down lower on her chest.

Tate shook his head and looked away. "Violet, what's gotten into you?"

Violet smirked. "Not you."

Tate rolled his eyes. "."

Violet leaned forward and placed her hands on Tate's knees. "Why don't you get into me, Tate? I want you to…"

Tate leaned forward until his lips were almost touching Violet's. "You're drunk."

"And needy." Violet whispered and pushed her lips against Tate's. She leaned forward onto her knees so that she could wrap her arms around his shoulders and pull his chest against hers. It took Tate a minute to respond to the kiss, but he eventually gave in and began pushing his lips against Violet's. His mind shut off as her soft lips moved against his, and he moaned when her teeth nipped at his bottom lip.

Tate's thoughts kicked into high gear again when Violet's hands moved to the front of his jeans. He pulled his lips away from hers, shaking his head and pushing her shoulders. "No. I'm sorry…"

"Are you kidding me?" Violet growled and pulled away from him, leaning against the headboard of his bed.

"I can't take advantage of you when you're drunk."

Violet took a deep breath before she burst into tears. Tate was startled by her sudden change in emotion.

"You're kind of a bi-polar drunk." He whispered.

"I'm sorry…" Violet whispered.

Tate moved so that he was sitting closer to Violet and placed an hand on either side of her waist.

"I'm so fucking sorry, Tate!" Violet looked up at him as tears stained her cheeks. His fingertips brushed against her red cheeks, wiping away her tears. "I don't deserve you… But I want you so badly. I love you, Tate."

Tate almost replied to her terms of endearment, but his mind reminded him that she was drunk. He shook his head and pulled her into his arms, moving them so that she was lying against his chest. "Shh… Vi. Just go to sleep before you say more things that you won't remember in the morning."