He could already tell this girl had a bark and no bite. Meeting her would prove it. His smile grew wider as his heart beat thudded loudly in his ears.

"If it's a challenge you want, then challenge accepted, Violet Harmon."

V

Violet's alarm blared loudly in her ears, startling her out of a deep slumber, causing her body to jerk before landing on her floor with a thud. She glanced at the clock, seven in the morning. Her hazel eyes rolled before diving against her pillow to stop the intolerable beeping.

"Violet, honey, turn off the alarm and get up! School starts today." Vivien's muffled voice replied after her banging on the door.

"Jesus Christ, I'm up mom, go away!" Violet replied moodily. The sun barely peeking over the horizon as she went to her window to shut the blinds so the darkness would surround her, allowing sleep to retake her mind and oncoming stress. No such luck, within three minutes, Ben was also banging at the door shouting for her to wake. She growled agitated before ripping the door open and staring at Ben Harmon's smirking face.

"Morning sunshine! Ready for today?"

"Go to hell." She shot back.

"Oh good, I can go on vacation early." Ben muttered as Violet slammed the door in his face. His footsteps fading down the hall. Most-likely to complain to Vivien about Violet. Somethings just never change, and she didn't care.

Violet slid against the wall of her closet and hugged her knees to her chest. She was tired. Not ready to go to Tinsle town's academy for rich daddies girl's at all. She just wanted to sleep. She breathed in deeply, inhaling the musty smell of her closet before picking a navy blue dress, with a pair of back converse and gray leggings. Simple and comfortable. Who was she impressing? It wasn't like any guys were going to speak to her, or anyone else for that matter.

Then her mind slipped back to Tate. He had spoken to her, and he was very attractive. He seemed nice enough, although she hadn't given her name, it was decent to talk to another human being who seemed to understand, he had that sense about him, he understood pain, that much she could tell by the depths of his eyes, not doubting for a second some fucked up shit went on in his life. He wasn't hesitant to talk to a girl who was running like a madwoman down the street away from the emotional toll that was taking over her.

He didn't ask, and she didn't tell. That's how it should be. Mind your own business and worry about your own shit. She liked that Tate did that.

He also wasn't fussing over her like she was a fragile china doll. That's what made him different.

Different from the rest of the wanna-be studs who thought they were hot shit by how attractive they were. Sure, he drove a nice car, but it wasn't decked out in Chrome. It wasn't a low-rider, and it wasn't driven by a total douche. He seemed normal compared to herself. But what was normal? In Violet's mind Tate was. As far as she could tell anyway. But what were the odds of her seeing him again?

Pretty slim in this big town of asshole's. She concluded mentally. Shifting slightly to lace her up grungy converse. Slipping her army green messenger bag over her body, she fluffed her hair out of her strap and walked down the steps to Ben reading the paper, and Vivien cooking breakfast. A picture perfect family.

Yeah, right.

"Hey sweetie, made your favorite." Vivien replied, passing Violet pancakes and honey.

"Thanks," Vivien nodded. "Any coffee?" another nod.

"Cream and sugar?"

"Black." Vivien grimaced but fixed her a cup. Ben stared at her.

"Since when do you drink black coffee?"

"Since now. Dad." Violet replied coolly.

"Well finish up, I'm driving you to school."

"Oh yay. What a fabulous start to the new school year. Can mom at-least pick me up?" Ben sighed, rubbing his temples. Vivien smiled sadly.

"Sure. I'll pick you up at three." It's the least she could do, considering it was her fault her daughter was un-happy. Although she needed it.

"Great. Thanks." she muttered walking to the front door and out to her father's silver Volvo.

"What are we going to do with her, Viv? She's starting to really become hard to handle. I feel bad for whoever is going to be teaching her. We'll be out of this house by the end of the year."

"Be positive. She'll be fine." Vivien replied, kissing him swiftly. "She's gonna be late. So, go." Ben nodded grabbing his car keys and he left the house, going to meet Violet in the car.

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"You're mother will be here at exactly three to pick you up, so be on time, no dilly dallying, no fights, and please cut your teacher's a break, it's the first day, don't bite their heads off." Violet eyed the tall castle-like building in front of her with distaste, snapping back to reality in time to answer Ben back with a bitchy remark.

"Dilly-dallying? What in the hell are you? Sixty?" Violet asked.

"Violet. Knock it off with the cursing. It's not lady-like, nor is it respectful."

"Please don't use your PhD to educate me on how I talk. I'm not three. It's you and mom's fault I'm enrolled in this fucking place." The door to the car slammed shut as Violet exited before Ben could reply. She stalked to the tall glass doors and flung herself in. Seeing the main office of the academy to her far right. A curly haired blonde woman dressed in what looked like to be something much more formal than what she was wearing, smiled brightly as she walked in.

"Hello! You must be new, I am Nora Montgomery, tell me your name and I will see if your schedule is on file."

"Violet Harmon." She really didn't have time with all of this designer, prim and proper bullshit.

"Ah yes, Violet. Here you are. What a lovely name by the way." Nora replied getting up from her desk chair and shuffling to the printer.

"Gee, Thanks. My parent's second choice was sun-shine." Violet mocked.

"Now, home-room is fifteen minutes each day at eight-thirty, and your adviser is Mrs. Jacobs. Then after home-room, your first class is Math with Mr. Burk. Next, is Science with Mrs. Britton. Followed by History with Mr. Blackwell, Gym with Mrs. Harra. And finally, English class with Mr. Langdon. He is one of our youngest and most dedicated to his work. A word of advice. Never be tardy to any of your classes, or you will be forced to detention along with writing a five thousand word essay on why you were late. Not fun. Trust me." Nora whispered.

"Lunch is based on Mr. Blackwell's schedule. So it will be between eleven to twelve thirty. If you have any questions, ask a teacher or a fellow student, they're all really very kind. Enjoy your day Ms. Harmon." She replied, thrusting the paper in her hands and shooing her out the door.

She was beginning to hate this school already, and it wasn't even nine.

VxTxVxTxV

Violet gasped for oxygen practically begging for the air to enter her lungs. It was gym class her second to last class of the day, and Mrs. Harra was out to get her it seemed. Her stomach was on fire and her chest was screaming as her heart slammed against her rib cage. The disgusting slop they called food twisted her insides into knots. She felt the sweat drip down her forehead as the whistle finally sounded meaning class was over. Picking up her bag, she couldn't get out of there fast enough. Now she was late for English, and she prayed Mr. Langdon wouldn't yell at her for not being on time like the rest of these shit heads.

Fat fucking chance.

She ran up the stairs as fast as her wobbly legs could take her, finding room three fifty-six with ease. Hearing a males voice enter her ear made her sigh in embarrassment.

Everyone's going to stare at me. Wonderful. She twisted the knob and entered in the room.

"Stephanie Boggs-" His voice was cut off by the slight sound of footsteps echoing off the marble floor. Tate watched the girl walk to the back corner desk of the room and instantly put her head down.

"Here." came a light reply of the girl closest to him.

"Violet Harmon." He looked around the room as the girl in the back raised her hand slightly still keeping her head down. He fought back the urge to smile.

"Good, that's everyone. Well, hey you guys, it's nice to meet all of you. I would like to introduce you to my favorite class, which is indeed English, one of the reason's I began teaching it. We will cover topic's from Keats to Shakespeare. I promise I will make it as painless as possible for those of you who dislike this class. Before I forget, My name is Tate Langdon. You all are instructed to call me Mr. Langdon, but I hate formalities, so please call me Tate."

Violet's head snapped up to meet his gaze. Tate was barely able to keep the surprise he felt under control as he realized who she was, and vice-versa.

Oh, I am definitely going to enjoy English this year... Violet thought as Tate finally took his gaze off her's, tints of blush heating both of their faces.

School is now in session! Tate and Violet finally realize they've seen each-other before. How will this play out? Only I know! I'm evil. But not as bad as our favorite pyscho. ;)

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