First of all... I am sorry if someone was interested in reading what happens in the school now when Tate had finally gotten back and stuff, but I wanted to skip to the day where they had been on spring break for a week already. I just couldn't wait to write about all the crazy stuff I've planned to happen and it really couldn't happen while they still have cool every week for seven days :P Anyway, I hope you enjoy the chapter!

"Hey babe."

Violet felt hands twisting around her hips when she was outside of her house smoking a tobacco, and she let out a giggle when Tate's lips placed gentle kisses down her neck.

"Hi", Violet said before taking a deep drag from her smoke.

"What's your plans for tonight?", Tate asked, still hugging Violet from behind her.

"I don't think I have any. Do you know what Summer and Seth are planning to do?", she asked, and she could feel Tate shrugging his shoulders.

"I heard there's a party at someone's house, though", he mumbled, and Violet turned around. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and took a quick breath from her smoke. She lifted her eyebrows at him, as she blew the smoke out of her mouth.

"Really? Maybe we should go there", she mumbled, and Tate bit his lower lip as he watched down at Violet.

"Yeah... it's just... it's not a normal kind of a party", he said, and Violet laughed, as she dropped her tobacco to the ground and stomped over it. She moved her hands away from his neck, but still leaned against his body since his hands were still resting on her lower back. She waved her hair, and spat to the ground.

"Oh yeah? What kind of a party is it, then?", she asked, and ran her fingers through her hair.

"Sex, drugs-", Tate started to speak, but Violet cut her off with a laugh.

"Rock 'n roll?", she asked, and Tate smiled at her.

"I was gonna say guns. But yeah, probably rock and roll, too. If they're not gonna play dubstep", he said, and Violet lifted up her upper lip.

"Ew. Anyway, yeah - I still think we should join it. I'll call Summer, you call Seth - and we'll all meet up here?", she said, and Tate turned to look up at the sky.

"Tate."

He turned to look at Violet again, and lifted his hands up in the sign of surrender.

"Fine, fine, fine! I just don't want you to get hurt."

Violet laughed.

"What? Oh come on. I won't get hurt!"

*5 HOURS LATER*

"Ouch, ouch, ouch - stop!"

Violet was sitting outside on top of the gate of the backyard of the house that the party was threwn in, and Summer was holding a bag of ice cubes on top of Violet's left eye.

"Violet, seriously. It's gonna hurt even more if you don't hold this on top of it! It's not my fault you fell on your stomach and hit your eye to the corner of the table."

Violet grabbed the bag from Summer's hand, and pushed it against her eye.

"Yeah, it still hurts", she mumbled, and Summer rubbed her back.

"I know."

"I think I need a drink", Violet said, and Summer nodded.

"I'll be back soon", she said, and Violet watched as she walked inside to the house. There were blue and red lights flashing all over, people getting fucked up and music playing loud. It wasn't rock and roll - it was dubstep, like Tate said. Speaking of which, Violet hadn't seen him in hours. He started to take cocaine as soon as they came here, and Seth was standing few meters away from Violet, talking with some nerds and smoking a joint.

Summer and Violet hadn't been doing any drugs, both of them were just drunken. Not fucked up, but they could feel how their legs were starting to feel like noodles when they had to walk.

Violet took the bag of ice cubes away from her eye for a moment, before pressing it hard against it again. It was a stupid idea to jump from that table and pretend to be a superman, and it was a stupid idea to do it in a room full of people. Now when she started to think about it, it was actually a stupid idea to even come here.

"And I'm back."

Violet turned to look at Summer, who was holding a beer in her other hand. Violet took it from her hand, opened it, and drank like she was on a desert and had just been given a bottle full of cold water.

"Have you seen Tate?", Violet asked from Summer when she was finally done drinking, and Summer shook her head. Violet cocked her eyebrow, and turned to look at Seth.

"Hey, Cohen!", she yelled, and Seth turned to look at her as he took a deep drag from his joint. Violet waved her hand towards her and Summer, and Seth nodded and said someting to the nerds before he walked towards them. He stopped beside Summer, and twisted his hand around her waist.

"What do you want from me?", Seth asked with a sing song voice, and Summer and Violet both realized that he was imitating the song from that American Idol guy - Adam something.

"Have you seen Tate?", Violet asked, and Seth frowned. He was either thinking or about to pass out, because he had been quiet for about five minutes.

"Um... Seth?", Summer asked from him, and Seth shook his head, and turned to look at Violet again.

"Oh, yeah, I haven't. I guess he's upstairs", he mumbled. He was just about to turn, when Summer grabbed the joint from between his fingers. Seth turned to look at her, and Summer lifted her eyebrows at him. They were having a conversation with their eyes, until Seth sighed.

"Fine. I'll get another one", he said, and walked away. Violet looked at Summer, who was looking at Seth's back, and shooking her head.

*TWO HOURS LATER*

"Harmon, Harmon, Harmon, Harmon!"

Violet was on her knees on the living room's floor, drinking from a huge vodka bottle. She had a bet with some guy, that she couldn't drink the whole bottle in five minutes - without taking any breaks. There were people around her, clapping their hands and yelling her last name. Violet didn't know any of them, and they looked like they were at least ten years older than her, but she didn't care. The bottle was almost empty, when Violet started to feel sick. She wanted to drink the whole bottle though - the strange guy would win if she'd fail. It took five seconds, when the bottle was finally empty, and Violet got up with shaking legs. She took two steps, before falling back to the floor. Everyone cheered for her, and two guys picked her up to their shoulders. Violet was literally just wabbling on top of them, and holding the empty bottle in her hand. She couldn't see clearly, and saw everything in two - or three. Violet asked for the guys to put her down, and she walked to the kitchen. On her way she walked towards a door, wall, fell down to the floor and pulled someone's hair. She didn't even know why she went to the kitchen, but she opened the fridge and looked at it. It was full of alcohol, and there were no signs of any food. She closed the fridge, and when she turned around, there was a guy with black hair standing in front of her.

"Heyyyy", Violet whispered to him, and the guy smiled to her.

"Ever smoked a joint?", he asked from Violet, who just shook her head. The guy grabbed her arm, and drag her out of the house. Violet leaned against the wall, and flowed down to the ground. The guy went down on his knees opposite her, and handled her one. He placed one between his lips, as she did the same. He lighted the joints the both of them had between their lips, and Violet took a deep drag from hers. She could feel how her world started to get even more dizzy, and suddenly she just bursted out laughing. The guy started to laugh with her, and Violet laughed so much there were tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Hey, hey, hey", Violet suddenly started to mumble and grabbed the shoulder of this boy, who just laughed.

"Have you- have you seen my boyfriend?", she asked, with her head spinning round and round. She was having a hard time trying to keep her eyes open, and the guy shook his head.

"Who is your boyfriend?", he asked, and Violet took a breath from the joint before getting up.

"Looks like Kurt Cobain, but he's not. Because Kurt is dead. Unfortunately. Otherwise I would fuck him", she said, and the guy laughed.

"Great. Well, I haven't seen him. Perhaps you should go and find him."

Violet nodded, and gave the joint to the guy, and then walked inside. She walked towards Seth, and started to laugh.

"Seth!", she giggled, and Seth laughed as well.

"Violet, hello. Have you seen Summer?", he asked, and Violet shook her head with her lips pursed.

"If you see her, tell her I love her! Will you?", she asked, and Seth nodded before placing a hand on Violet's hip and moving her away from his way.

Violet looked as Seth walked away, and suddenly she felt another hand grabbing her wrists. She turned to look who was standing in front of her, and she saw Tate. His eyes were closed, and his forehead was leaning against Violet's. His hands moved away from her wrists to her ass, and his other hand squeezed her left ass cheek.

"Where have you been?", Violet asked from him, as her hands were tangled in his neck.

"Doing some drugs, upstairs. And you?", he whispered, and pulled her body closer to his. The music was playing loud, and the people were dancing around them. No matter which way they moved, they were in touch with other people.

"Drinking, smoking... actually, I just smoked a joint. It wasn't that bad", Violet mumbled, and Tate laughed against her neck.

"Badass."

Violet pulled away from him just a little, so that she could kiss his lips. She opened her mouth as soon as their lips touched, and Tate's tongue attacked hers. Violet's tongue tried to push Tate's back to his mouth, but his tongue tickled her cheeks. His hands were now in her shorts, moving on top of her ass, under her panties. Violet's hands were moving in his hair, pulling his face closer to hers. Tate pulled away from her to catch his breath, but Violet pushed her body against his even more tighter.

"I want you", she mumbled, and Tate looked straight into her eyes with his dark ones. Violet's breathing was shaking, and he pulled his hands away from her shorts, so that he could grab her waist. He dragged him to one of the bedrooms that were downstairs, and locked the door behind him. When he turned around, Violet was already on her back on the bed. Tate smirked at her, as he crawled on top of her. He attached their lips, and their bodies moved along with each other. Tate worked a while with Violet's shorts, and then finally got the zipper open. Violet lifted her hips so that Tate could take the shorts away from her, and Tate placed Violet's legs to his shoulders. She just stared at Tate with her eyes half close, but when Tate placed his finger on his lips and hushed at her, she just placed her head to the pillow.

Violet could feel her panties going down - properly speaking, up - her legs, and Tate's touch sent chills down her back. She let out a low moan as she felt something against her labia - and she knew it was Tate's tongue. His tongue moved slowly up and down on her, and with every move Violet's hands rubbed the sheets of the bed. Tate moved his mouth on top of her clitoris, and Violet moaned again. She could feel him sucking her, and she started to rock her hips against his face. Tate started to eat her faster, and Violet was shaking under his touch. He buried two of his fingers inside her, and Violet let out a deep moan that made Tate moan against her pussy. He sucked her clitoris harder as he pumped his fingers in and out of her, and Violet could feel the climax building in her lower stomach.

"Tate, Ta- oh, fuck!", Violet mumbled, and she could feel how her walls started to spasm around Tate's fingers and tongue. She didn't know it was possible to feel this good, since she was a virgin and Tate was her first boyfriend. And she had never actually touched herself, she didn't even know why - now that she knew how it felt like to have an orgasm, she would probably try it herself too.

After few seconds, Tate pulled her panties up before her shorts, and closed the zipper. He crawled on top of her, and kissed her lips.

"Felt good?", he asked, and Violet nodded with her eyes closed.

"Fuck yes", she whispered, and Tate laughed.

After that, everything started to happen fucking quickly.

They could hear how the music went off, and people were shouting. Someone was knocking the door, and Tate got up from the bed to open it.

"What the fuck, man?", he asked when he saw a guy with brown hair standing in front of the door.

"Cops, cops! Lots of them! We better get the fuck outta here!", the boy yelled, and Tate turned to look at Violet who was already standing behind him. He grabbed her hand, and they ran out of the back doors. They heard the sirens now too, and Violet felt like she was gonna throw up. All of the noises, the alcohol, smokes, and the speed of how fast they were running made her dizzy. She was about to throw up or pass out, but she didn't let that happen. They were running down the street, and Tate was still holding her hand, and, like, dragging her behind him. Violet wondered where Seth and Summer were - if they even were here anymore. Maybe they had left earlier, or maybe they were somewhere in the mass of people.

After a time that felt like an eternity, Violet found herself standing beside Tate - or more like leaning against him, and she saw a huge white building in front of herself. She was pretty sure she had seen the house earlier, but she was way too drunk to remember.

"Where are we?", she mumbled, and Tate stroked her hair.

"We're at Cohen's. Seth and Summer should be out soon, he said we can sleep in the pool house", he mumbled, and Violet nodded. Then she could feel it coming.

"Tate, I need to-"

And she started to throw up. Tate went behind her, and held her hair up. Violet could feel how all the alcohol started to escape from her blood - through her mouth, and she thought about the vodka, beer., ciders, liquor.. everything she had drank. That made her feel even more sick, and she continued on vomiting for like fifteen minutes. Tate was thankful he had moved her head to the way of the sewer of the street, so that there wouldn't be so much of the vomit on Cohen's frontyard.

"Is she okay?"

"Violet - Violet, do you hear me?"

"Oh god..."

"I think she's okay, she just drank a little too much."

"What are we gonna do with her?"

"What do you mean by what are we gonna do with her, asshole? She's gonna stay the night over here, with Langdon."

"Alright, alright."

"Seth, you'll go talk with your parents, while me and Tate are gonna drag her to the pool house. And her clothes are all covered up in vomit... take a shirt from your closet."

"Okay. Do I have to bring anything else?"

"Coca cola. Bring her coca cola."

"Fine."

Violet's head was hanging down low, and she had no idea of where she was going, or who was going with her. She couldn't even pay attention to who was talking, and her steps were going everywhere else but straight forward.

"I wanna go home", Violet started to cry, and Summer turned to look at Tate. They both turned to look at Violet at the same time, and Summer started to rub her back.

"Violet, you can't go home right now. You'll go tomorrow, but you're gonna stay the night over Seth's pool house. Tate is gonna sleep there with you, okay?"

Violet nodded her head, but there were still tears coming out of her eyes. They had stopped walking, but her whole body was still swinging. She heard the sound of a door opening, and after few seconds, she opened her eyes a little, so that she could find a bed. She walked towards it, and fell on her back.

"Violet, you have to change your clothes", Tate said.

"No, I want to sleep!", Violet cried.

"No, you have to change clothes."

Violet could feel someone - Seth, Summer or Tate, most likely - lifting up her arms, taking her shirt off and then pushing another shirt over her head. Violet felt that it was too big for her, and started to cry again.

"It's too big for me!"

"It's supposed to be too big for you, Vi. It's mine", Seth mumbled, and Summer let out a laugh.

"Alright, Violet. One more thing to do, and then you can fall asleep", she said, and Violet looked at her with her head tilted.

Seth gave a coca cola bottle to Tate, who sat next to Violet to the bed and placed the bottle to her lips.

"Drink."

Violet shook her head, but Tate lifted his eyebrows at her, and sighed. He put a pink straw to the bottle, and placed the straw between Violet's lips.

"Take a drag from it", he commanded her.

Violet shook her head again.

"Come on, Violet!", Seth said, and Violet showed her middle finger to him, but still took a sip from the drink. After two sips, she pushed the straw out of her mouth with her tongue, and laid back down.

"I'm done drinking", she said, but Tate lifted her up again, and placed the straw between her lips.

"No, you're not. Drink it."

Violet cried while she drank the cola bottle, and as soon as she finished, she started to feel sick again. Summer gave Tate a bucket, who put it under Violet's head. She took it to her hands, and buried her head in it. She threw up for five minutes, and then wiped her mouth to a piece of toilet paper that was on the table near her.

"Now you can sleep. And the bucket is gonna be right next to the bed, if you wake up to the feeling you need to throw up. Okay?", Summer said to Violet.

"Okay...", she whispered, and Summer smiled. She placed a kiss on top of Violet's head, and grabbed Seth's hand who waved to Tate and Violet, and then closed the door behind him and Summer.

Tate turned to look at Violet, whose body was shooking back and forth, once again.

"Sleep."

Violet nodded, and closed her eyes as she fell to her side. Tate got up from the bed, closed the lights and crawled to the bed to Violet's other side. He didn't twist his arms around her since he pretty much knew that she was gonna throw up in the middle of the night, and he didn't wanna get himself covered in vomit.

Tate just stared out of the window until he fell asleep, knowing that the next morning would be anything but fun - to Violet, at least.