-Tates POV-

I watched her run through the hall into the cafeteria.. there was no catching up with her now but theres always later.. now that I know shes my new neighbour. Violet... Violet. sweet name.. for a fierce girl.

She looked pretty today, she had a floral dress on that went below her knees, she wore maroon tights and a scruffy pair of black all star converse. She finished off her look with a mustard yellow cardigan. She was absolutely gorgeous, no matter how hard I tried, there was no way I could pick out a single flaw.. she was.. she was perfect.

I bent down to pick up her copy of the bell jar. Once I was standing straight again I brushed off the dirt that was now making a home on a couple of the pages. What was wrong with me? Why was I so determined to get to know her? I must be an idiot. I'm a popular guy.. star of the track team.. Hell I could have a pick of any of the girls in this hell hole, yet I don't want anybody.. anybody but her.

~7pm~

The clock hit 7pm and I jumped up from my bed. I'd been laying there since 5pm trying to figure out how I was going to break her hard shell.. she wasn't going to let me in anytime soon; I knew she wouldn't. But its a challenge I'd gladly accept.

I found myself sprinting over to Violets home, I could've gone here earlier with Constance.. my mom, or so thats how its legally put. But anyways, I could've gone over for an introduction with Addie and Constance, but thats not how I wanted this to pan out.. I wanted to surprise her, I wanted to be on my own.

The door opened almost immediately and a young woman with auburn hair was stood there, must be violets mom.

'Hello, may I help you?' She asked.

'Hey, I'm Tate uh, Constance's son?' I replied back sweetly.

'Ohh Tate! Constance came over earlier, she was ever so upset you couldn't make it' She sulked sympathetically

I scoffed. 'Yeah, alright.' She noticed how uncomfortable I was talking about her so she dropped the topic.

'So is there anything I can do for you?'

'Is Violet home? She dropped her book at school today, I wanted to return it' I smiled.

Her hand sped forward to take the book from my hands but I found myself recoiling and holding it tightly to my chest.

'Do you mind If I.. If I do the honors?' I asked eagerly.

The woman sighed and opened the door wider so I could fit through.

'You'll know which one is her room, shes always playing that loud rackety music' She announced, closing the door behind me and walking into the next room.

I walked up the stairs, music was getting louder and I could establish it was Nirvana.. she has a pretty damn cool music taste.

I knocked on the door of the room it was coming from and I heard a loud sigh on the other side of the door.

'Ben, I'm really not in the mood!' I heard her yell.

I opened the door to see her lay down on the bed, her chin resting on the end of it.

'Tate what the fuck?' She moaned.

'Whos Ben? is that your boyfriend?' I asked, suddenly too afraid to know the answer.

She scoffed. 'Fuck no, hes my Dad.'

'You call your dad by his first name? I call my mom constance.. shes not much of a mother figure' I announced, determined to connect in some shape or form.. but as expected, she didn't take it.

'What do you want Tate?'

'I came to return your book' I whispered, throwing it on the bed next to her.

'How chivalrous of you, you can let yourself out' She hissed

I closed the door a little too forcefully but I was still in the room.

'Violet why are you so fucking cold towards me? All I've done it try to be friendly!' I exclaimed, taking a seat on the round, purple ottoman cornering her bed.

She sat up. 'Well why are you so fucking interested in getting to know me?!' She snapped

'I.. I dont know. You interest me, is that a bad thing?' I replied back bitterly.

'No!' Violet shrieked. 'Its a NEW thing!' She grabbed her knees and hugged them to her chest.

I sighed, I had only one plan left, and I hoped it worked.

I pulled down the sleeve of my letterman jacket and pointed to the oldest scar residing on my wrist.

'When I was 6, my dad left me with a cocksucker.. I mean a literal cocksucker, she used to suck the guy off next door all the time' I said with confidence. I didn't want to have to be ashamed, not around her.

I noticed Violet shudder and shake her head. 'Tate stop, please' She whimpered

'Why? its evident you do it to yourself too' I whispered, pulling down my sleeve.

She suddenly jolted up. 'Just get out! GET OUT!' She yelled, rocking back and forth.

I didn't know what I was going to do next, I just found myself doing it. I jumped up and walked over to where she was sitting, I pulled her legs away from her chest and I kissed her.. The kiss was full of passion and lust. I knew I wanted to do it, I just wanted to be fucking cool about it. This? This was not cool.

I spaced myself away from Violet and walked to the door, I opened it and stood on the other side without saying anything, until I was sure she was paying attention.

'I'll drive you to school tomorrow. Be outside my house at 7.40am sharp' I instructed.. and closed the door to go home.. if I could call it a home.