AUTHORS NOTE: Guys! I love your reviews! please continue ! Sorry for slow updates, I'm doing my best to update quickly. By the way, I haven't decided on whether the 'murderhouse' Violet lives in actually has ghosts in, or that its just a rumour? what do you think?

-VIOLETS POV-

'aaand I'm ready' I smiled to myself, checking my outfit in the mirror.

My mom walked through the door, luckily just after I finished checking myself out.

'Oh Violet you look pretty!' She sang, holding her hands to her heart. Yep, she finally got what she wanted.. a daughter who dressed sort of normal.

*Outfit Violet wore in afterbirth whilst hanging decorations on the christmas tree*

'Thanks mom' I scoffed, fixing on a little bit of mascara.

'So is it Tate? The Langdon boy.. that you're getting dolled up for?' She questioned eagerly

'No!' I yelled, throwing my mascara on the floor. I dont know why I got so angry, something just sparked inside of me.. I couldn't explain it.

'Right. Well then, I suppose I should tell you there's a car parked out front, I'm assuming its for you.' She whispered in response, pulling back a netted curtain.

'I'll see you later then' I murmured, running down stairs and through the garden.

'Hey Vi, You look nice' Mason announced as I reached his car.. it was pretty cool actually.. I mean not as cool as a chevy impala 67' like Tate, but still cool.

'Thanks Mason, You're looking damn flashy yourself' I laughed. 'Now lets go and get intoxicated!' I sang, jumping into the passenger seat of his '53 rusty red Chevy truck.

-10 minutes of music and laughter in Masons truck-

I could already hear the music blasting from the house as I got out of the truck.. I've never really been to one of these, I dont exactly know what is socially acceptable and whats not.. but what the fuck do I care.

'Do you want a drink Vi?' Mason asked, hanging our coats up on the coat rack as we entered the house.

'Fuck yeah' I grinned.

I watched him walk down the hallway to what I can only assume is the kitchen, I didn't want to move until he got back, fuck knows who'd I'd run into. And then it happened. He walked through the door with Stephanie fucking Boggs. Are you kidding me?

He instantly noticed me standing by the coat rack, I watched him turn to Stephanie; 'Could you be a babe and check if the other track guys are in the kitchen?' He purred, smirking a little. If he had said that to me I would've kicked him in the nuts right there and then, he can check himself for fucks sake! But no.. not Stephanie, she instantly ran towards the kitchen.

'So, you're into Mason Foxx now?' He questioned, leaning close enough towards me that I could practically smell the flavour of the gum he was chewing.

'As a matter of fact, I am' I responded nonchalantly, refusing to look him in the eyes.

He was about to say something else before Stephanie abruptly appeared inbetween the two of us. 'Nope, But some other guy said they're upstairs' She grinned, wrapping her arm around his.

He pulled away, 'Nice one, probably doing some speed or something. You wanna go grab some?' He winked at Stephanie.

'Oh sure yeah.. speed.. yeah!' She stuttered, her smile still managing to hold strong.

Tate chuckled and turned back to me, closer, to whisper in my ear. 'I'll be speaking to you later' He purred.

But before he pulled away, he kissed me on the neck. I couldn't help but shudder.

'You can fucking try' I scoffed, watching him walk up the stairs.

Not long after, Mason arrived back with two drinks in his hands.

'What are these?' I asked, taking a sip before even waiting for answer. I say sip... I mean gulp.

'Vodka and coke' He chuckled, pulling my glass away from my mouth. 'Slow down Vi'

'Slow down? Why? I wanna get fucked!' I cheered, finishing off the glass already.

Mason laughed. 'Cheers to that!' He downed the rest of his drink. This night, was going to be interesting.

-3 hours later, everybody at the party is still drinking, already drunk.-

'You what?!' I yelled, hitting Mason in the arm playfully.

We were sat on the upstairs window frame, which was pretty much a couch, I wish I had one of these at home. We were both falling over slightly, obviously drunk.. but I didn't care. We were having fun! I hadn't seen Tate or Stephanie again so far, again.. I didn't care.

'Yeah! I really do!' He replied back bubbly.

'I bet you wont' I slurred, leaning back against the wall.

'Oh really?' He chuckled, throwing his empty foam cup to the floor.

'Really.' I winked, I couldn't stop laughing, I was having a great time for my first proper house party.

'I doubt it Foxx, You don't seem ballsy enough' I laughed

And thats when he did it. He pressed himself against me, one hand on my hip and one hand against the wall.. just over my head.

'Try me.' He whispered into my ear fiercely, before landing his hot lips on mine.

Ofcourse I kissed him back, I liked him.. I actually liked him. The kiss got heated and tense.. it seemed like we were going on for minutes on end, until somebody shouted something.

'Get on it Masooooooon!' A Jock yelled, running past us both, patting him on the back as he passed.

I watched the jock run into one of the rooms and I watched another one come out.. Tate.

I couldn't really tell if it was Tate, I was intoxicated.. maybe I was just seeing what I wanted to see.

Before I could make out who it really was, or if it was actually him, Masons lips were on mine again.

'Mmm Violet' He moaned, pressing harder against my body.

'Mason' I gasped as he moved from my lips to my neck.. fuck. I felt weak in the knees.

I felt him sucking on my neck for a couple of seconds.. it was euphoric. I didn't even notice somebody approach until Mason was knocked to the ground.

'You stay away from her! You hear me?!' I heard a familiar voice growl. Tate.

'What the fuck man!' Mason snapped, jumping up onto his feet again.

'I said, stay the fuck away from her.' Tate responded, He was stood infront of me, as if he was guarding me. Who the fuck did he think he was?

'Tate what the fuck, don't be such an asshole!' I yelled, pushing him out of my way.

'Violet, we're leaving.' He growled, grabbing my wrist.

'No!' I screamed, pulling away and coincidentally, falling into Mason's embrace.

'Violet..' Tate murmured. His eyes were as black as coal.. they were dark. I'd never seen this side of him before.. but it was attractive, I couldn't not be attracted to him, I don't know why.

'Tate, You didn't ask me to come tonight, Mason did.' I spat back coldly.

'I was going to ask you! God damnit Vi! I was going to!' Tate yelled, gripping at his hair.

'No you weren't. You asked Stephanie..' I murmured. 'Talking of.. where is she?' I asked curiously.

'I'm here' I heard her slur from an open doorway to one of the rooms.

I looked over.. she was half naked. What the fuck?!

'Tate are you coming back to bed? We never finished' She sulked, pulling hair out of the corners of her mouth.

I scoffed. 'You know what, fuck you Tate.' I growled, running down the stairs. I didn't care about Mason or anybody anymore.. I had to get out of there.

I cant believe he was doing.. things with stephanie! And he had the fucking nerve to go crazy over a kiss?! Asshole.

I had already made it halfway down the street before I heard footsteps approaching behind me.. running footsteps.

'Mason, I just want to walk home' I murmured, hugging myself as I continued walking.

A hand grabbed a hold of my shoulder and turned me around. It wasn't Mason.. it was Tate.