-VIOLETS POV-

'Ghosts? I don't think so' Tate scoffed.

'They're real y'know' I chuckled to myself, bringing the window down to its peak, it was so fucking hot in this car.

'Don't sweat out a bath' He chuckled, closing his window and mine. 'We're pretty much here' He followed on, bringing his car to a halt. We were here, at my house.

'Follow me' I grinned, grabbing his arm and pulling him towards the door, right down into the basement.

'Jeesh, your basement is creepy' He whispered whilst I was fondling around for the lightswitch.

'What, is the trackstar scared?' I giggled as I showed him to a seat on the cold floor.

'Oh suck a fat one' He scoffed. 'Where are your parents?' He asked

'They're out for the whole week, at my aunt Jo's' I responded quickly, rooting through a box nearby.

'Cool, what're you looking for?' He purred, fuck. His voice makes my knees shake.

'An ouija board' I smirked, spinning around once I had grabbed it.

I set the ouija board down and sat on the opposite end.

'you have to put your fingers on the other side' I instructed

'I dont believe in that shit' Tate laughed out loud.

'But..Charles is gonna answer all your questions. he used to live here.' I announced, watching his face for any sign of fear. 'And what I'm about to tell you might scare you.. to death.' I whispered, staring into his chocolate eyes.

'I can take it' He scoffed, rolling his eyes to the back of his head and back.

'Well..' I took a big breath before starting. 'Doctor Charles Montgomery built this house and here, in this basement is where he worked' I announced, pointing to a spot just ahead of the two of us. 'Charles was a doctor to the stars but he was also a drug addict and his wife Nora wasn't going to let that get in the way of her lifestyle, so he had a little secret.. a side business to take care of girls who didn't wanna be in trouble anymore.. this went on and one until one day, one girl couldn't keep the secret to herself and she told her boyfriend what happened..'

'Go on' Tate whispered eagerly

I smiled at his fondness. I had suddenly forgiven him for everything that had happened, I was just happy... Happy that he was here.

'the boyfriend rang up the Montgomery residence and Nora answered the phone, insisting on the fact that nobody should be calling them at that hour.. but all the boyfriend said was an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. Nora was adamant she wouldn't tolerate this nonsense any longer, but he hung up the phone. She turned to Charles and told him she just had the most peculiar conversation.. and then she knew. She ran all the way to her baby boy's bedroom, and he was gone.' I whispered eerily across the ouija board.

'Why?' Tate questioned

'The boyfriend wanted revenge. So he kidnapped Charles and Nora's baby. Terrified, the doctor and the lady waited for the ransom to come to an end.. Until one day, a knock on the door broke the silence of the Montgomery household, and Charles approached the door sternly and was welcomed by two police officers, who had hold.. a box of evidence, which to their horror was their baby boy, Thaddeus.' I took a deep breath, ready to start again.

'Driven insane by grief the doctor used all his experience and surgical skills to try and cheat death. Nora came down to this very basement, holding a beautiful laced sheet, in which she wanted to bury their son in.. but when she reached Charles' lab she was overcome with horror. What he had created was ungodly and monstrous and even after that tragic act.. that thing remained.. down here, to this day.' I announced, still searching his curious face for a hint of horror.

'Oh my god..' Tate whispered heavily

Had I done it? Had I scared him?

'You are so full of shit! I don't believe a word that has come out of your mouth' Tate laughed, pushing the ouija board to the side before jumping to his feet.

I scoffed as he held his hand out to help me up, but I still accepted.

'Fine, where do you wanna go?' I questioned, patting dust from my rear area.

'I know.. Lets go to my spot' He purred, dragging me up the stairs.

-20 Minutes later-

'The beach, really? How sensitive can you get' I smirked as we both lay down on the beach, sand caressing our bare feet.

'Hey, You said you wouldn't judge me when we were in the car' He snapped back, hurt.

I didn't mean to upset him, I was only messing around.

'I know.. Sorry. Why'd you come here anyway?' I asked eagerly, rolling to my side so we were both facing eachother.

'You really wanna hear my deep emotional bullshit?' He questioned, blowing sand away from my nose.. we were so close to eachother.

'Emotions aren't bullshit, they just show weakness.' I announced, I couldn't look away from his fucking eyes.

'Is that why you're made of stone?' He chuckled lightly.

'Don't be an asshole.' I hissed.

'Sorry' He mumbled, his fingers making drawings in the small patch of sand between us.

'No.. its fine' I smiled weakly. I just wasn't used to somebody speaking to me for this long.. somebody actually wanting to be around me. My fucking wall keeps coming up, then breaking down whenever I fucking look at him.

He smiled back.

'So tell me, Why'd you come here?' I asked again, falling back on track.

He sighed. 'I used to come here... when the world closed in and got so small I couldn't breathe. I'd look out at the ocean, and I'd think... "Yo, douche bag, high school counts for jack shit." Kurt Cobain, Quentin Tarantino, Brando, DeNiro, Pacino, all high school dropouts. I... hate high school. So I'd come here and I'd look out at this vast, limitless expanse. Then it's like, that's your life, man. You can do anything, could be anything. Screw high school. That's... it's just a blip in your timeline. Don't get stuck there.' He mumbled. When he finished he looked up at me, presumably for a reaction and thats when I realised.. He wasn't just a track star who thinks he has problems when really everything is fucking fabulous.. He WAS a trackstar who had problems, Nothing was great.. And I remembered. Right there and then, I remembered. He calls his Mom by her first name, he obviously has mommy issues. Maybe we were more alike than I originally thought.

'Wow' I whispered breathlessly

'Stupid huh' He huffed, sitting up ever so slightly.

'Tate.. no. Wow.. I had no idea' I responded

'Maybe if you actually let me speak to you every once in a while, You'd get the memo' He whispered quietly under his breath, playing with a loose thread from his letterman jacket.

I wasn't even angry at the dig he made.. I was hurt, but I was hurt that I didn't have the decency to listen to the guy earlier than now.. I had to make that change, he had to have someone to speak to that wasn't a fucking therapist, thankfully he had no idea my dad was a shrink.

'You know what, you're right. I've been an ass, but I have every fucking right to be, y'know? But that still doesn't excuse how much of a bitch I've been.' I announced, jumping up from the sand.

'Vi, you're not a bitch' He rushed to defend my own accusations, standing up.

He was taller than me, by far.

'Depends on your definition' I smirked

'Shush' He laughed, which brought a smile to my face.

'3.30, tomorrow. After school finishes, I'll meet you here. We can talk' I suggested.

'I'd like that Violet Harmon' He smiled sweetly.