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patterned legging girls

Babes, hello.

The school day drags on, with the patterned leggings girls pressuring me for details to teachers not caring about me coming into classes late to other kids  asking about my first day back, I was pretty bored. I didn't have anymore classes with Tate that afternoon, so I didn't see him, I have to admit, I was kind of disappointed. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't stop myself from starting to like him. He was attractive, funny, nice enough and he didn't judge me, what more could you ask for?

I was worried about what came after school, my parents hovering, treating my like fragile China, obsessing over every detail of what happened at school. I would probably leave out the Tate details. Speaking of Tate, how is it going to be? We live together, enough said. We live together. If anything goes wrong on our road to friendship we won't be able to avoid each other.

"Miss Harmon" I was snapped back into reality by my teachers sharp, piercing voice. I was too lost in my own little world to realize I was still in school, in my world cultures class.

"oh never mind, darling" she answered back. Great the teachers are babying me.

Whatever. It has it's perks.

I stare at the clock. Waiting for the last bell to ring. I had made it through most of the day. I survived my first day of sophomore year.

I felt something poking at my elbow. I looked over and rolled my eyes. Right before my eyes was a very excited Aron, trying to get my to read a pink note she folded up and was Inchon my way.

I hesitantly took it and opened it up.

WHENS THE WEDDING??? XOXO

I shook my head at her childish ways.
I grabbed my pencil from the top of my desk and wrote a reply, trying my best to keep my cool as to not make her cry.

Not too soon, we are just friends.

I write back to her, watching her excited smile fade as she read the words.
When I least expected it, the bell rang. I slammed my book shut and scooped everything into my bag, in a record breaking amount of time. Speeding out the doors. I was so eager to get out.

A hand on my shoulder interrupted my storm of walking. It pulled me back and I stumbled for a minute.
"Violet" a voice whispered in my ear. I turned around.

"Hi, uh" I looked at the unrecognized boy in front of me.

"Tony..." he answered as if it was obvious.

"right, hi Tony." I answered
"can I help you?" I added.

"no, actually I can help you" he answered in an aššhole manner.

"oh really?" I asked putting my hands on my hips like the sassy girl I am.

"ya, do you want a ride home?" he asked cooly.

before I could answer a third voice came crashing in, intercepting our conversation.

"she can't, she's coming with me, I'm driving her" Tate answered out of nowhere.

I could see the veins in Tony's neck throb for a second, his fists clenched and his jaw stuck out, but then his anger passes, and his face turned to the chill way it was before.

"I think she can speak for herself" Tony answered looking at me expectantly, but before I could tell him off, or agree, whatever my crazy mind would decide in the moment, I was pulled away and lead through the crowded halls by no other than Tate himself.

Once we were sat in his black little car, I spoke.

"what if I wanted to drive with Tommy?" I asked in an accusing voice.

"first of all its Tony, and second of all don't talk to him." Tate warned.

"you can't tell me what to do." I said, but it came out more like a question.

"Violet, please, just stay away from him." he continued.

I wanted to argue more, but I found more meaning in opening the car door and stepping out of the car. I got out and turned to him slightly. Not enough for him to notice, but enough for me to see his desperate expression. A pang of sadness fell over me as I walked around the car and away from him. Not that I got very far, he was behind me, pulling my upper arm once again. I turned to face him.

"Let me drive you home." he pleaded.
"Well, if it isn't too far out of the way" I joked, since we literally live in the same house.

Tate nodded happily and we rode off.

The ride was silent. It wasn't uncomfortable, but it definitely wasn't comfortable.

When we got home I thanked him and hopped out of the car and started to walk off, then I remembered he lived with me so I turned around and waited for him. He strolled over and tried to catch my hand, which I immediately denied. I turned to look at his slightly blushed face.

"My parents, your parents, nobody can know what we did at lunch, I'm not your girlfriend, and don't expect me to be." I growled.

He looked surprised, as if he thought we were on the right track. I don't know if he wanted to date me, or love me, or fùck me and brag about it.

But one thing was sure.

There I go pushing people away again.     

A/N: sorry, I know you guys don't like it when they fight! This won't be forever though I promise! I updated 2 times, in 2 consecutive days! Are you proud? I'll try to keep it up.