-VIOLETS POV-

School was a crock of shit, not that I expected anything different. I only had another 10 minutes to go until I got home, I had to walk home, again, I wouldn't be caught dead on one of those skanky buses. It was raining too, which would be cool if I wasn't being drowned. Ugh.

I had both hands on my satchel strap, begging my feet to go faster. I never got scared.. I was never scared but I could be paranoid. I swear I could hear a car following me, even fucking slowing down. But my feet weren't about to go faster than a fucking car. Once the car pulled up next to me I cursed my feet discreetly.

'Stupid ass feet' I hissed under my breath, glaring down at the floor.

'You need a ride?' I heard a familiar voice chuckle.. I looked up, it was the kid from earlier.

I looked around, the rain wasn't going to stop any time soon and I knew I was going to get a cold if I didn't accept. His car was pretty fucking awesome actually.

'A '67 Chevy Impala, nice choice' I blurted out. Shit! I didn't mean to speak out loud.

'You know cars huh?' He smiled, clearly impressed.

'Whatever' I mumbled, opening the passenger door and slouching in the seat.

I heard him chuckle as he started up the engine.

6 minutes went by in silence, until he broke the ice. I would've been perfectly happy with the whole not talking business.

'You know you shouldn't accept rides from strangers' He pointed out.

I sat up. 'Tell me about it, especially ones that seem to be following me everywhere' I scoffed, not taking my eyes away from the window.

He didn't reply.. good. I guess I caught him out. I smiled proudly, hiding it behind the locks of hair that were falling out of my hat.

When he pulled up, I saw my house. Wait a second.. I didn't even tell him where I live.

'Uh, give me a second, I need to grab something from my house' He announced.

'I can walk from here' I scoffed, jumping out of the car as he did.

'Are you sure? I know the rain has stopped and everything but I don't mind taking you to where you have to go' He added.

'Don't be an asshole, I'm not that fucking lazy. I live there y'know' I shot back, pointing in the direction of my house.

'Oh so we're neighbours?' His face lit up. I couldn't help but feel my cheeks flush red at his reaction, but my hard face soon came back to play.

'Looks like it' I mumbled, walking away towards my house.

'Hey can we hang out later?' I heard him yell.

'You know, I really shouldn't expect offers from strangers' I called back without turning around. All I could think of doing was flipping him off as I reached my doorstep.

I found myself smirking as I entered my room, Why was I thinking about him? No. Stop.

I threw my bag on the floor and jumped on my bed, it wasn't long before my eyes got heavy...

~Next Day~

I had made it through half of the day without being yelled at, without being looked at.. and without seeing my new found stalker or something.

I sparked up my marlboro gold and turned to my book, nothing could bother me now.. or so I thought.

A flashy girl with long brown hair approached me, her face red with what I can only assume was anger.

'Hey! Put that out you shouldn't be smoking!' She shrieked

'You dont know me, why are you doing this?' I replied, looking around at her little possy.

'Leahs grandma died of lung cancer! God I can't believe you'd be so insensitive!' Her smalled friend yelled, her arms wailing around in the air.

'I'm sorry, I didn't know' I added, taking out my cigarette, dumping it on the floor and burying it with my boot.

Leah scoffed and picked it up, waving it around in my face. 'People sit here! People eat here?!' She shrieked. 'Eat it' She demanded.

'Ew no!' I retaliated, hitting the cigarette out of her hand, forcefully enough to break one of her precious fucking nails.

She raised her hand as if to slap me, until a hand grabbed her wrist.

'Leah, stop it' an all to familiar voice demanded.

'Who the hell do you.. Oh god, Tate hi' Leah blushed, pulling her wrist from his grip.

He didn't reply, He just stared at her until her and her possy ran off.

'So the hero has a name?' I smirked, sparking up a new cigarette.

He took a seat next to me, which is what I didn't want. What was his fascination with me?

'It appears so, now what's yours?' He questions intently.

'Violet' I answered hesitantly, blowing smoke into his face and returning to my book, The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath.

'You know you don't have to read the books that are set in class right' He remarked. He was close enough so I could feel his hot breath on my neck, I didn't even have any room to scoot over.. I was at the end of the wall, practically laying on the stone slab that marked the finish point.

'I like it' I shot back quietly

'So a girl who likes to read Sylvia Plath's shocking, realistic, and intensely emotional novel of a woman falling into the grips of insanity.. Interesting' Tate smirked.

I rolled my eyes, deciding to ignore the fact he seems to know a lot about it, considering he believes a person shouldn't read outside of class. I threw my cig on the floor, I had to hold my hand up to hold my hair back as I buried the second cancer stick into the mud.

'Whats that?' I heard Tate snap, grabbing my wrist.

I suddenly felt vulnerable and weak, now that I knew what the hell he was talking about.

I snapped my wrist back, standing up almost a second after. My book dropped from my lap to the floor, I wasn't about to pick it up any time soon. I was angry.. no. I was.. I was scared. Why was I scared of him? Maybe because he was the only one who knew my secret? I had to stay away from him.

'Just leave me alone!' I shrieked 'Stop bothering me you asshole!' I finished, turning around and running into the cafeteria, just to escape.