AUTHORS NOTE: I'm very sorry, updates will continue to be slow, i have a lot of things on my plate right now, i hope you understand! keep leaving reviews though! thankyou lovelies.

PS/ I listened to 'If you were here' by the Cary Brothers whilst writing this.

VIOLET:

'What the fuck do you want Tate?' I hissed, doing my best not to tumble over.. i guess i was more intoxicated than I thought.

'Vi, Vi listen to me' He pleaded, his hot hands making home on my own.

I felt my whole body throb.. I had an urge, an urge I fucking needed to come to terms with.

'Why should I listen to you? You're a fucking hypocrite Tate! Going crazy about me making out with Mason yet you were fucking stephanie in the next room!' I screamed. He was clearly taken back by the outburst.

He was about to reply until a bunch of his fucking stupid jock friends ran outside to see the commotion, Tate noticed and turned to stare at them.

'Leave it Tate, the chicks depressing anyway!' One of them hollered, spilling his drink all over himself.. fucking asshole.

'Yeah man! Leave grunge girl to mope all she wants, Chloe's stripping!' Another asshole called out. Thats it, I'm fucking done. I don't mope over anyone.. no fucking way.

He spun his head back around, I wasn't going to look like the girl who fell at his knees if he apologised, so I couldn't hear it.

I raised my hand and slapped him right across the face. I was angry.. I was made to look like a fool, so fuck him, and fuck Mason. I don't need a fucking guy, I don't need anyone.

I turned on my heel and ran.. I just ran. I had to get out of there.

-Monday morning-

I hadn't spoken to Tate for the rest of the weekend.. I didn't see him either, I stayed in my bedroom, curtains down, music blasting. I didn't eat, I didn't talk to my parents.. lets face it, I was depressed. The guy who I stupidly thought could pull me out of that darkness just dropped me off at the bottom.

I took a big breath as I reached my American Lit class.. I was 30 minutes late, so everybody should be here, which makes things shit. I don't want to see either Tate or Mason; although Mason did nothing wrong, I just ran away like a little bitch.

' ! You're 30 minutes late' exclaimed as I strolled in.

'No shit' I mumbled, not taking my eyes from the floor as I slumped down in my seat. I knew Tate was infront of me.. I knew he was staring at me.

'I won't accept that language in my classroom Violet!' I heard him yell, slamming a fist on his desk.. thats when I looked up.

The whole class was staring at me. 'Then maybe I should leave' I groaned, scraping my chair back.

'I agree .' He snapped back.

'Fine, Bye.' I scoffed, slamming the door behind me as I left.

Only seconds after the door had slammed behind me, I heard more noise from the classroom.

'Well, I'm off' a familiar voice laughed loudly, followed by a chair scraping.

' ! Sit back down.' instructed

'No can do Mr.C, I was starting to get pins and needles in my ass. Can't have that happening!' I heard the voice chuckle, getting closer to the door.

The door swung open and I jumped back.. Tate.

'Tate what are you doing?' I questioned, slightly amused.

'I wanted to see you' He replied warmly

I was flattered, but memories from the weekend flooded over me like a tidal wave. I was cold again.

'Did you ever think that maybe I don't want to see you?' I scoffed, walking further down the corridor.

I heard him jog a little to catch up with me.

'Vi, I need to apologise about the weekend' He pleaded, pushing me against a locker.

I was a little aroused.. being this close to him.. him needing me.

'I dont want to hear it Tate!' I whispered, loud enough for a couple of people around us to hear.

We were getting looked at, obviously. Not because a guy had a girl pressed up to the locker but because it was Tate Langdon.. Track star. The most popular guy in school holding ME up against a locker.

'Tate people are staring..' I whispered, pushing him away, but he only pressed me up harder.

'I dont care. I fucking dont. I need you to talk to me, I need to talk to you..' He whispered into my ear, his hot breath making sweat beads fall down my ear lobe.

'Well if its okay with you, I dont want the whole hallways attention on me.' I snapped, pushing him back violently.

I rushed through a now large crowd to get to the entrance, I decided I was going to skip today, I couldn't be bothered anymore.. thing is, I needed Tate for his car.

Thankfully, he had followed me.

'Tate. I want a favour' I exclaimed, spinning around.

'Anything, God Violet.. anything!' He smiled happily, causing me to smile back.

'I wanna get out of here.. Drive me?'

'Fuck yeah' He grinned, grabbing hold of my hand and pulling me towards his car.

'Where to?' He asked once we were both settled in.

I smirked.

'Do you believe in ghosts?'

AN: Again, sorry for this super short chapter but I have a bunch going on. I've decided to have the ghosts in this story, for that little something. Keep reviewing! Thankyou, sorry again xD