chasing my enemies: tatemcrae

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i've been watching tate dance for at least two hours now, i'm literally sat here doing nothing scrolling through the same instagram posts over and over again. she comes over making me look up from my phone as she takes her sweatshirt off having a sports bra underneath.

my eyes go down to her abs and then back to my phone. "can i go home yet?" i ask, bored as hell. she looks at me and pauses her music. "no, i'll be 5 minutes and then we're going to get food" she says making me roll my eyes.

i put my phone in my pocket and sit watching her doing some random stretches. she meets my eyes through the mirror making me look down. standing up, i begin walking up and down the room my shoes occasionally squeaking on the tiled floor.

"ok, ok let's go" she says, walking over to me and letting her hair down. "have you got any water?" she questions. i sigh and open my bag grabbing a bottle out and handing it to her. she smiles and drinks some of it before handing it back.

"are you putting a shirt on" i say leaning against the wall and eyeing her up. "why, like the view?" she asks moving closer trapping me. i frown my eyebrows and shake my head, keeping eye contact with her.

"you sure about that?" she says moving even closer, her hand resting on the wall next to my head so she can lean in. this is kinda weird. her forehead rests on mine, making me part my lips and let out a breath. she moves in closer, the nervousness taking over me as i feel her bottom lip brush against mine ever so slightly.

"whats up bitches" i hear, making me push her straight off me as i hear the door open, my friends walking in. they didn't see anything thankfully.

"what are you doing here?" tate asks, folding her arms across her chest, not looking confused or anything about what the hell just happened. "sky said she was bored so we stalked her and came here" lexi says.

"so where we going?" josh asks as tate puts her sweatshirt back on. "for food" she says, getting bag off the floor and handing it to me. i smile not really feeling like talking right now.

"do you just want to order pizza to my house im kinda tired?" i question, looking at the smiles on everyones faces. they all nod, beginning to walk outside

they all go in lexi's car leaving me no choice than to go with tate. she leans back in her seat and turns the radio on, then starting her car and slowly driving away from the studio. she has one hand on the wheel and the other messing with her hair.

"can you check who's calling me and tell them i'm driving" she says, handing her phone to me as it begins vibrating. i look down at the caller ID seeing noah's name making me roll my eyes.
"sup" i say answering it and putting it on loud speaker.

"sky is that you, why are you with tate" he asks making me giggle. "yep" i reply bluntly.

"listen dude, what do you want" tate says, licking her lips and sighing. "wanted to see if you were coming for a smoke with us" he says, she rolls her eyes shaking her head.

"you slapped me and told me i'm out of my your stupid little group so why would i want to come with you. honestly just stop talking to us" she exclaims, reaching her hand over to me and pressing the end call button on the phone.

she pulls her car on my drive, arriving at the same time as the rest of my friends. we all get out of the cars and walk in to my house where my mom is sat with a guy and a glass of wine. i frown my eyebrows looking at his familiar face. i drop my bag straight on the floor as soon as he makes eye contact with me, reality hitting.

flashback

it's late, around 2am and i'm just heading back from a party. my friends left early i have no idea where they went. it's pitch black and the streets are empty.

i continue walking, seeing a guy heading in the same direction seeming quite drunk or definitely on drugs. "excuse me, where am i?" he asks, holding onto my arm for stability, pulling me a little off the street and into a little alley way.

"your in santa monica, the beach is up there" i explain, trying to stay calm whilst i look at his scruffy brown hair and hoodie. "thank you darling, let me reward you" he says, pushing me against the wall with strength.

considering he's drunk i can't get out of his grip, i'm stuck. he puts one of his hands in front of my mouth and starts kissing down my neck. i try shouting and pushing but it's no use. his right hand finds his way into my underwear, a tear rolls down my face as soon as his fingers enter me.

he tries to pull his pants down making me run away at the first opportunity.

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i was 16 at the time, nobody has ever known about it, or ever will. my moms been telling me about this guy for months, says she loves him and he's the one i don't want her to get hurt again.

"are you ok" someone asks, making me blink a few times and snap back to reality. i make eye contact with tate who is stood right in front of me, her hand on my shoulder.

"yeah, i'm good sorry about that" i say to the guy, struggling to even look at him. tate stares at me with concern, not believing any word i say.

"come and join us guys, this is john he's moving in here soon" mom explains, i widen my eyes and gulp.