Hi guys! The third chapter is finally here. I'm sorry it took me so long to write it, but I had no inspiration at all. Like seriously, I wrote about seven different versions of the third chapter and I thought all of them sucked. This was the one I thought was maybe the best of all them, even though I do dislike this one too. Anyway, let me know what you thought of it. Reviews give me more encouragement to write more chapters, I wanna know what you like and what you don't like :) By the way - I've really read all of the chapters before publishing them, but when I'm reading them again, I somehow find some mistakes. Like I don't know why, but somehow I sometimes happen to confuse him/her and his/hers, but I swear that's only because I type too fast or something. My mother language isn't English anyway, so... But yeah, enjoy the third chapter I've finally given you, ha.

"Your dad still thinks you're going out with Summer almost every night?"

Violet was leaning her head against Tate's lap, and Tate was sitting on the hot sand of the beach. The sun was already setting down, and there was a small fire in front of them.

"Yeah."

Violet didn't know how it all happened, neither did Tate. There was just some chemistry between the two of them, from the very first day they met. But the first kiss happened a week ago.

*FLASHBACK*

Tate, Violet and Seth were all spending the night over Summer's house, because her parents were gone for the whole weekend. They were all gathered up in front of the living room's tv, and they were watching Nightmare on Elm Street. Summer was freaking out and holding her body as tight as she could against Seth's side, who was holding the popcorn cup in front of his eyes like it would protect him from the killer of the movie. Violet's back was pressed against the back of the couch, and she was slowly eating some of the candies that were in a box on the table. Tate was just staring at the tv with his eyes wide open, and he was hugging a pillow. Meanwhile in the tv, the only person alive came back to her house. She was standing in front of the mirror, when Freddy Krueger suddenly came through it. Violet's hands flew in front of her eyes to cover them, Tate pushed his head against the pillow and Summer let out a scream.

"Oh fuck!", Seth yelled, and threw the popcorn cup against a wall. The ending credits started to roll down the black screen, and Tate took a deep breath before standing up.

"I'm going to need a tobacco after this. You gonna join me, Vi?", he asked, and Violet nodded slowly before getting up too. They walked out, and Violet closed the door behind her. Tate gave her a smoke, and they used her lighter to set their tobaccos on fire. They were smoking in silence, if you don't count some of Tate's comments about the movie, and Violet agreeing to them.

"Can I try something I've been wanting to try for a long time now?", he asked. Violet cocked her eyebrow, and blew the smoke out of her mouth.

"Uh, yeah", she said, and just when she was about to take a breath of her tobacco again, Tate's lips attacked hers. Violet couldn't think clearly - all she knew, was that she felt extremely good. Tate's lips were moving smoothly along with hers, and his tongue was tickling her gums. Violet's other hand was about to slip under Tate's shirt, when he pulled himself away. Violet looked at him with pure dissapointment, and Tate laughed.

"You're such an asshole", Violet mumbled to him, and then took the breath of her smoke she was about to take before Tate decided to kiss her.

"Don't tell me you didn't like that kiss", Tate said to her, and tilted his head back when he blew the smoke out.

"Why did you kiss me?", she asked, and leaned against the cold white wall. Tate turned to look at Violet again, and smiled. He took a breath of his tobacco again, before dropping it to the ground and stomping over it. He walked in front of Violet, and kissed her again. This time it was a quick kiss, but still passionate. Violet dropped the smoke out of her hand, and she was just about to respond to the kiss, when he removed his lips from hers.

"Seriously, Violet? I think you know already."

*END OF FLASHBACK*

Tate never asked her "do you wanna be my girlfriend?", but both of them knew they were dating. Violet couldn't say that she loved him, but she felt the urge to be with him all the time, be as close to him as possible, and talk about him endlessly.

Tate chuckled and stroked Violet's hair, that was going down in curls down her shoulders.

"You know, he's gonna find out sooner or later that you're actually with me", he said, and Violet shrugged her shoulders. Tate took a marshmallow from the back that was leaning against Violet's leg, and swallowed it.

"Whatever", Violet mumbled, and Tate smiled. He loved how she didn't give a fuck about what anyone else thinks, but he knew that her father wouldn't let them date.

"Violet... you know that Ben doesn't like me."

Violet tilted her head back so that she could stare into Tate's eyes, and lifted her eyebrows. Tate lifted his eyebrows too, and Violet snorted as she turned to look at the ocean again.

"Are you serious? Of course he doesn't like you. And the fact that you're seeing him and talking to him, probably doesn't lift your boyfriend points in his eyes", Violet said.

"But he needs to know, Vi", Tate murmured, and Violet sighed.

"You wanna break up with me this quickly?", Violet asked, and Tate cocked his eyebrow.

"What?", he asked in confusion, and Violet nodded.

"Yeah. My dad's gonna make us break up, if he gets to know about us", she said, and Tate rolled his eyes.

"So we can't tell him?", he asked, and Violet tilted her head back again to look at Tate.

"No."

"Fine. But everyone else can know? Like can I hold your hand in public?", Tate asked, and Violet lifted her eyebrows.

"Hell no", she said, and Tate looked sad and rejected at the same time. Violet let out a laugh, and Tate just looked at her in confusion.

"I'm just fucking with you, idiot. Of course you can", she said, and Tate laughed too now that he understood the joke.

"Very funny, Violet. Very funny", he said with a bored tone, and turned to look at the sky that was full of stars already. Tate hadn't even realized the sun had went down.

"Shut up and kiss me", Violet murmured, and Tate turned to look down at her again.

"If you insist", he mumbled, and kissed her smiling lips softly.

*1:00AM*

"Summer, where the fuck are you?"

Violet was standing behind the biggest bar in town, and Tate was few meters away from her, trying to buy weed from two tall and big muscled guys with dark skin. She looked around herself in disgust. It was a dark street except for one light pole that was on Violet's right side. The walls were full of graffitis and skate shop stickers. Violet could hear the loud music coming from the bar, when two drunken girls walked by her to the house on the other side of the street. Violet was holding her phone against her ear, as her other hand was hugging her small frame.

"We're on our way, Cohen couldn't find his car keys. Did Tate get the stuff already?", Violet heard Summer's voice from the other side of the call.

"No... he's trying to get it at the moment, but I don't think the situation looks good. I think I'm gonna go there, too. See you", Violet mumbled, and hang up on her. She walked towards the guys, and then stopped beside Tate.

"Summer and Seth are on their way here", Violet said, and Tate nodded. He kept on talking with the other guy, probably about the price or something, and Violet tried to look everywhere but not the man who was standing in front of her. Violet didn't look at him, but she could feel his eyes on her, checking her out. Violet saw from the corner of her eye how he licked his lips, and that's when she thought he crossed the line. She turned his eyes on him, and the guy wiggled his eyebrows at her.

"Would you please stop? I'm not interested of having sex with you", Violet said as calm as she could, and she was getting really uncomfortable - especially when Tate and the other guy were now behind the corner, doing the business.

"Oh you don't have to have sex with me, baby doll. But if I could just taste you between your thighs... Damn", he mumbled with his eyes on Violet's skirt, and she took a step further from him.

"Again - I am not interested. My boyfriend is right there behind the corner, see? He's gonna kick your ass, if you lay your hands on me", Violet said to him with a shaking voice. The man bursted out laughing, and Violet started to panick when he took a step towards her.

"That blonde guy? Jesus Christ, girl. He's as masculine as Shakira."

Violet turned to look at Tate and the other man again - how fucking long does it take to give a bag of weed?

"So... how is it, babe? You gonna let me push my fingers in you, or-", Violet felt herself getting more and more furious after every word he said, and she spat in his face.

"Or why don't you just fuck off and try to flirt with girls who are blind? Not with your face, asshole", Violet said to him, and suddenly she felt his hands on her throat. She felt aching pain when her back hit the cold rough brick wall. She was thinking of all the ways how to hurt this man, when Tate already ran behind the corner and grabbed this guy from his shoulders. At first, Tate's fist met the man's jaw, left eye and nose for multiple times, before the man hit him to the cheek. Tate's cheek started to bleed, and he kicked the guy's tummy with his broken Converse. Violet was just standing there in shock. She had never seen a fight in real life, only in tv - and now she felt like she was one of the characters of the show full of teenagers who had sex, did drugs and got into fights. Violet saw how the guy grabbed Tate from his shirt, and pushed him against the wall. He hit Tate to the eye before hitting him two times to the stomach, and Tate spat blood on the ground. He ran behind the corner, and Violet thought he left with his friend, since no one came back. Violet turned to look at Tate, who was growling on the ground. She lifted him up against the wall, and placed her hands on the both sides of his face.

"Baby? Are you ok? Oh my god, you are spitting blood...", Violet mumbled. She looked around herself with anger - where the fuck were Seth and Summer? Tate opened his eyes, and tried to smile at Violet. Both of them heard the sirens of the cop car, and Violet's eyes widened up.

"Holy shit...", she mumbled, and Tate was just about to open his mouth, when he saw a man with a blue suit standing behind Violet. He cleared his throat, and Violet turned around to see who was behind her. She grabbed Tate's hands, and stood up in front of him - she knew it was stupid, but she didn't want Tate to get in jail for saving her from choking.

"Move, please", the cop said, and Violet shook her head.

"Tate didn't do anything! There was this guy, who wanted to have sex with me. And then he started to choke me, and Tate came, and-", Violet started to speak, and she felt how Tate let go of her hand, before stepping out from behind her. Violet was looking at him with her mouth open, but he just smiled at her. He turned to look at the cop, who was looking at the couple with his eyebrows lifted up.

"Well, this was easy", he said, and locked Tate's hands with handcuffs. Violet was still looking at Tate with an open mouth, and he was just smiling at her in amusement.

"Vi, calm down. I'll only have to spend the night over there. Seth's dad loves me like his own son, believe me. He's gonna pay me out", he whispered, and Violet nodded slowly. Tate placed a kiss on her lips, before the cop grabbed him from the shoulders and walked him to the car. Violet saw how Tate dissapeared with the cops, and she was left there alone on the street. Where the hell were Seth and Summer? She walked in front of the bar, and saw Summer walking around in circles, and Seth leaning against the railing. When Summer saw Violet, she threw her phone back to her pocket, and ran towards her. She grabbed her from the shoulders, and Violet took a step further from her.

"Where the fuck were you? Where's Tate? Where's the weed? Why didn't you answer your phone?"

Violet opened her mouth to say something, but there were no words coming out. Seth was standing beside Summer, and he probably guessed what had just happened.

"Tate was in the cop car, right?", he asked, and Violet nodded. Summer ran her fingers through her thick brown hair, and sighed with her eyes closed.

"Well isn't that just fun-fucking-tastic."