"The choice is yours. I'll be watching you." he kissed her cheek as she screamed out sinking to her knees. He took off to his car without a second glance to the crying girl he had just tormented.

As he drove off, all his mind could think about was Violet and how she could never know.

IX

Violet Harmon wasn't used to being the center of attention, even if it wasn't for good reasons. When she walked through Westfield's glass doors that Monday it was as if time completely stopped. No students moved or breathed, their eyes connected harshly with her confused stare as her books seemed to grow tighter to her chest in an uneasiness.

"What's everyone's deal?" she asked no one in particular as she finally managed to get to her caramel colored locker.

"Everyone's "deal" is you hired someone to hurt Leah Mason. You're too scared, so you get someone else to fuck up her face? Are you aware that the scars from when that shit heals, are for life?" Came the voice of Ruby Preston. Her blonde hair in a straight ponytail and her blue eyes hostile. Violet twisted, meeting her glare with a genuine confusion.

"What the hell are you talking about? I haven't seen Leah since last week exactly. I haven't said two words because she has it out for me. I'm no wimp, but I would never intentionally start a fight with a girl who can slit a clean cut line into my skin." she gestured to the mark on her cheek that was still pink with pain.

"Well now, it looks like you have it out for her. All because you wanted to smoke those cancer causing cigarettes of yours, and she made you realize what you were getting into." Violet stepped closer to the platinum blonde barbie look-a-like.

"I didn't do anything to your precious little ringleader. Now if you'll excuse me, I have classes to go too." Ruby grunted, before side stepping Violet with a small shove to her shoulder.

"Oh, and Violet?" she called sickly sweet over her shoulder. "You know The little tiny indentation on your skin? Just so you know, Leah has three of them. Each deeper then the last, a flawless line of split skin, down her right cheek. Deep, extremely noticeable scars will litter her once beautiful skin, because of you, your imperfections. It's you, Violet Harmon. You may be good at playing stupid, but we all know her accident was related to you in some way." and just like that she was gone. Leaving Violet alone in the shrinking corridor as the late bell rung above her head.

Violet's heart stopped as her blood ran cold down her veins as she thought of the only person other then herself who knew anything about the run-ins with Leah.

Tate Langdon.

Oh no.

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Tate sat at his desk going through various homework assignments and test sheets barely looking up from the red inked marks that littered papers with comments, critiques, and finally grades. The scribbles of the pen against paper echoed in his ears. His door slammed open, causing him to jolt back to reality.

Violet Harmon was staring him dead in the eye, her seething rage barely staying in her body, her fists clenched tightly until her knuckles were white. Her skin was on fire, she wanted to scream.

"What the fuck did you do to her, Tate!" her voice betrayed her, as she shook with rage as her eyes burned into his surprised onyx gaze.

"Violet, what are you doing here? What's the matter?" Tate asked rising from his desk chair in one fluid stride. He was right beside her.

"Don't act like you don't know!" her fingers clawed at her wrists subconsciously. Tate eyed her movements.

"Violet...what are you talking about?"

"Leah, Tate! You were the only person other than myself who knew about her! Now she's severely hurt and I'm being blamed. I didn't do anything to her." Tate's gaze hardened as he shut the door behind her. He pulled her to a seat.

"I had to Violet. She bullied you, she bullied other people, someone had to stop her, that person was me. I handled it!" Tate replied with a smirk.

"You handled her by slicing her face up? That's permanent damage. Her parent's could sue you for all you're worth." Tate's smirk deepened.

"She didn't see my face. That little slut won't do anything. She knows better."

"Something is seriously wrong with you." Violet's voice wavered as she tried to side-step him.

"Come on Vi, I showed that bitch! She's lucky I got to her before some alleyway rat killed her. Although that would've been a public service. Relax, she will never come near you again..." Tate tried to stroke her cheek in comfort, an innocent gesture. One that ran a shiver to her very core.

She whimpered. His eyes boring into her skull, she felt her body lose control, even for a few seconds before snapping back to reality. Her hands shoving him hard against the desk, making her lose balance herself.

"Stay away from me, Tate. I never will trust you again!" his gaze locked on the ground as his emotions went blank. What was she saying? He must have misheard her. Violet, his Violet would never say something so malicious. The last thing he heard was her converse slamming down the marble hallway.

"I ALWAYS THOUGHT YOU WEREN'T AFRAID OF ANYTHING!" fell upon deaf ears.

Hey guys! It's been a bit since I last updated, and I feel like people aren't as interested as they were when I started this. Because school is hitting me full force and the lack of reviews on last chapter. Hopefully this gets you excited for chapter 10. Where Stephanie will play a major role.

That should shake things up a bit for Violate, or what's going to be of them. Also it will skip a few days ahead.

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