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National Yogurt Day

A/N: warning, very sudden Violate feels ahead.
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I walked out of the school for lunch. Looking around, I take in all of the scenes I used to see everyday. The hills, trees, streets, sidewalks. They seemed so unfamiliar to me, like they were part of my far past.
I crossed the street and made my way through the park, cutting through to get to town. Finally getting to the busier side of the neighborhood. I couldn't really recall where to go do I just walked hoping I was walking in the right direction. Not too long after, I stumbled across the grill. I couldn't believe my luck. I walked right in and looked around for a familiar mop of blond hair. I stopped him in the corner, trying to get my attention by waving. I strolled over to him, regretting this whole idea.

"took you long enough" He spoke

"I haven't been here for a year" I defended

"oh yeah, that must have been horrible! I've heard rumors, but I bet their far from the truth, to get the truth you have to go to the source" he says staring at me with expectant eyes.  

"if you are implying I tell you about my past year, I need you to know I'm never going to speak, so fùck off!" I scream, offended.

"woah, sorry, I'm not pressuring you into talking, I just want to know more about you, say, what's your favorite band?" he changed the subject.
I stare at him unbelievable, what is he trying to do? why is he so hard to read?

"I'm hungry" I say in a monotone voice. He really pïssèd me off.

"of course, what would you want?" he asks like a "gentleman"

"just get me whatever you're having" I answer coldly and he waves down a waitress.

"two burgers and 2 plates of fries" he tells her whilst looking at me, never taking his eyes off me.

We sit in silence while we wait for the food. When it finally comes, I decide to speak, to break
my old bad habits of pushing people away.

"the Kinks" I simply say, and I see a look of confusion dance on Tate's face, but it's quickly replace by realization.

"No way! I love them too, I haven't met anyone else who likes them, everyone in LA is drugged up on the new shït!" he shouts excitedly.

I half-smile at him and continue eating. I see the waitress come back with two small cylinder objects. My smile immediately fades as I realize what they are.

"WHAT THE FÜCK IS THIS?" I scream, surprising myself and everyone else in the packed diner.
The waitresses face drops, as if she's afraid.

"It's a complimentary yogurt cup, it's national yogurt day" she whispers confused with my sudden outburst.

"THAT'S NOT A THING" I scream, tears forming in my eyes.
"TELL ME THAT'S NOT A THING" I cry.

Yogurt is all I ate back when I was in hell, I didn't expect it to upset me this much, but it did. I guess I was overreacting. I couldn't be this upset over a small cup do yogurt. Was it possible to be mentally scarred by yogurt?

The waitress apologizes for upsetting me and runs off back into the kitchen she came from.

I look at Tate, knowing dàmn well that he's running for the hills after witnessing my outbursts.

I realized he was clutching my hand, drawing circles with his thumb, a small gesture he probably didn't even realize he was doing, but I loved it.

"Do you want to get out of this sucky old place?" he asked calmly. I nod, still too embarrassed to speak. I don't think I have ever caused such a scene, and I don't know why I did this time.

He stands up, throws a couple dollars on the table and leads the way out. All while still holding my hand. I blush at the contact, but make sure he doesn't see.

We get outside and I immediately shield my eyes from the bright sun with my free hand.
He leads me to his car, he has a car. Wow.

I get inside after he opens the door for me, and he walks around to the other side.

There is an awkward, tension full, silence lingering in the car, I didn't like it, but I didn't dare speak.

"Don't feel bad" he speaks, I look at him questioningly.

"I don't know what happened to you, or where you were, but I do know it was hard, and a place no one should experience, I'm not a doctor nor will I ever be but my sister went through some hard shīt and she was never the same after, I uh-she had post-traumatic stress disorder, I'm not saying you have it or anything, sorry, but um, I know it's hard, sorry I don't want yo be one of those people that's say they know what you've been through, when really I have no idea. Sorry." he mumbles, scratching the back of his head.

He continues rambling but I don't listen, drowning out his words by looking into his eyes, admiring how darn cute he is. Shít Violet, please stop, don't fall for a guy that's most likely using you, come on you are stronger than... and before I know it my lips are connected with his. I don't know how they got there or who initiated the kiss, all I can say is, I'm fückêd.

And I was!
In all the scenarios that the annoying girls in the patterned leggings had put in my head, I never would have expected to be in Tate's car, making out ferociously, while the lunch bell rings and the next class begins, crap first day back and I'm ditching.
After what seems like hours, I pull away. Looking up at him. Wow.
He scratches the back of his head and looks away.

"sorry" he murmurs, sticking the keys in the ignitions and starting the car.

"don't apologize" I manage to squeeze out of my freshly kissed lips.
"I needed that" I continue. "thanks" I finish weakly.

He smiles at me. Realizing that he broke a piece of my hard stone wall
off, and was getting to me.

"well I'd love to stay and makeup some more, but we better get to school, unless you want to spend sweet detention time with me." he teased

"onwards Blondie" I point towards the street leading to the school.

"as you wish, Ditchy." he says inching his hand towards mine. Holding it lightly.

A/N: I am guilty of not updating for like 6 months, sorry babes! I can't believe I have over 10K reads though! Thank you so much loves! tell me, what the heck just happened? Did they just kiss? oh no!