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-VIOLETS POV-

Thursday night.. so fucking tired. All I could do was stare up at my bland ass ceiling and think about boys. Boys! One boy in fucking particular. Why does he have to be so handsome? I swear he's the devil. They can be beautiful because they used to be Gods favourite.. Tate has a dark side.. I know he does. I can see it in his eyes. Should I be scared? Ugh.

*Buzz*

'Who the fuck is texting me at 2.50am' I mumbled to myself, fiddling around my bed for my phone.. Tate.

'Hey Vi- you up?'

I found myself texting back quickly- and eagerly. He makes me feel so fucking goofy.

'I don't sleep. Sup Langdon?'

*Buzz*

'Nothin, bored as fuck'

I couldn't even reply before he sent another text.. maybe he was just as eager as I was..

'Look out your window! :P'

I couldn't even start to comprehend as to why I did what he told me to do, it was stupid but I felt excited and fuzzy. Fuzzy? No fucking way I need to stop acting like this.

I pulled my curtain away from the window and looked straight forward.. He was there, waving at me from his own window.. what a complete douche.

'Tate what do you want?' I yelled coldy, trying my best to hide my utter surprise and happiness that he was there.

He sulked for a few seconds before finally answering me. 'Can I come over? Constance and Larry are completely grossing me out right now'

I sighed with all my might. 'Sure, there's a key under the matt' I shot back just as I closed my window and curtains.

-5 minutes later-

The door swung open and hit my wall with a loud bang.

'You have to respect the house Tate! You'll make the ghosts angry' I smirked

He scoffed, slamming the door behind him before doing a run and a jump to land next to me on the bed.

'Its 3am Tate, We have school tomorrow y'know' I reminded him, though his fat fucking grin didn't drop.

'Since when do you care about school? Besides, I brought some clothes anyway' Tate replied, lifting up his bag from his side.

'Oh so you're staying over now? I thought you were just visiting' I asked innocently, I was fucking jumping around on the inside.

'Nah, they'll be at it all night, Constance is a major alcoholic, its shitty that Addie and Beau have to put up with that crap' He whispered, suddenly his smile finally dropped.

'How come you dont?' I asked, genuinely interested.

'Me? I'm man enough to put that bitch and her dog in their place.. Addie.. Addie and Beau don't do that, she's got them believing that if they ever thought about leaving, they'd be kicked to the curb because of their.. appearances.' He replied instantly, his tone immutable.

'Your mom didn't bring Addie or Beau over when she introduced her family, she didn't even mention she had any other children but a blonde, perfect boy' I blurted out, quite frankly pissed off.

'Don't call her that, she'll never be my mom.' He snapped, sitting up straight against my metal bar head rest.

'Sorry' I mumbled.

He looked at me for a few seconds, his face softening.. he knew I didn't mean to cause tension, he knew.. He smiled weakly before starting a new sentence.

'And Beau and Addie, they're not normal as she would put it. Addie has downs syndrome and Beau is disfigured. But they're both fucking amazing people y'know? all Constance cares about is their fucking beauty. If her children aren't beautiful she's embarrassed. She won't even let Beau out of the house! He has it worse than Addie.. I know that but that doesn't mean she should be attacked by her own fucking mother.' He announced, his face creasing with hurt and upset.

'Thats horrible' I whispered, I felt numb. I completely judged Tate as some asshole jock who has everything.. shit I think he has it worse than I do.

'I know.'

We sat in silence for a couple of minutes, just staring right ahead.. we were both broken, I know that now.

'I'll show you the comfiest guest room we have' I abruptly announced, jumping off the bed.

My feet spent a few seconds on the hardwood floor until they were flung up into the air.. Tate had pulled me back onto the bed, but my fucking ankle suffered a hit from the bed base.

'Whoa, not cool Tate' I sulked, rubbing my ankle better.

'I'd rather stay here..' He purred, pulling me into a passionate kiss.

I didn't come back up from his lips for air, and I didn't want to. This was hot.. this was passionate. I wasn't going to break that off because my lungs have a short air capacity. He kissed me harder as he lay me down on the bed, my body turned away from my door.. He perched his body over mine, his warm hand caressing my waist and the other on the mattress, helping him stay perched above me.

'Tate' I gasped when he moved his tongue and hot mouth down to my neck, he bit.. hard.

'Shhh Vi, don't worry about a thing' I heard him growl into my neck.

'But Tate' I moaned.

And then I remembered.

'No Tate.. Tate stop' I fought with myself, pushing him away from me.

'Whaa, Vi what's wrong?' He asked, hurt and puzzled.

'Tate nothing.. nothing was wrong with that.. that was great.' I sighed in remembrance to his mouth on mine

'Then what?' He asked again

'I'm just.. I'm just not ready Tate' I whimpered, pulling my legs up to my chest.

'Its cool Vi, I understand.. Not ready for the hot beef injection' He chuckled loudly, attacking my sides with tickles, causing me to fucking spasm all over the bed.

We were in laughing fits for 5 minutes until he spoke again.

'Vi, I like you okay? I think you're fucking awesome. I wanna wait for you' He announced.

'I like you too, Tate' I smiled, staring up at my ceiling.. but this time it wasn't bland.. I was happy.