Violate ahs hold me closer

Okay? Ready.

A/N: Short chapter, but meaningful! I'll get another chapter up today, a longer one.

Relief passed over me when I finally got back into my room, my safe house.

He likes me, he thinks I'm beautiful.

Well I like him too, and I think he's beautiful, but I won't fall under his spell for just beautiful. He has to prove he's not just here to hurt me. I won't be a fool. I won't be one of his playing pieces.

In order for me to be sure, I have to live. Play it out, get to know him. Get to know people
who know him. Expand my horizons. It all starts tomorrow. Tomorrow morning in his car.

Smiling to myself for being strong, I crept over to my bed and slipped inside. I did have a little homework, but I wasn't planning on actually doing it. I don't think the teachers would mind, it being my first day back and all. They understood I need a break from stress. Even if it's just for a few days. I closed my eyes and soon sleep took over me.

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6:00am.

The alarm actually went off this morning. Perfect, now I don't have an excuse for sleeping more.

Groaning, I slipped out of bed and put on my fluffy slippers. I gathered my new clothes, made an outfit and put it on. Pretty cute for the ten minutes I actually spent on it. I wore a light blue lace top, and black skinny jeans. I brushed my hair, not knowing what to do with it I just let it stay down. Put on some mascara, skipped the lipgloss this time; it looked beyond childish and stuck to my hair. I dreadfully switched out my slippers for converse and walked out my bedroom door, books in hand. I skipped to the kitchen and saw my mom and Moira making breakfast. I greeted them with a smile, since I was really feeling good today.

"Oh love, it's so nice to see you smile again." gushed Moira, I flashed her yet another smile and thanked her for the bagel she toasted for me.

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A/N: comment if you love bagels! amirite??
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I sat on the stool and munched on my bagel making conversation with Moira, mom and the occasional people who pass by the kitchen. Why has my home become a motel?

When Tate came down he smiled seeing I didn't ditch him, I smiled back.

"morning." I simply said

"it's a great one." he added.

I couldn't help but laugh a bit, trying desperately to hide it. I heard my mom whisper something into Moira's ear, they both giggled looking from Tate to me, then back to Tate. Oh No.

"Ready?" he asked getting up from his stool.
"Ready." I answered, and followed him through the hall.
"maybe ready can be our always." he giggles.
"never in your wildest dreams." I giggled back but he frowned.

'Not my problem'

When we got into his car, he immediately grabbed my hand.

That's when I looked up and notices what he was wearing; a black loose sweater and loose skinny jeans. It wasn't much but holy héll he looked hot. There was a lump in my throat and I badly wanted to say something but I don't know if I have the cool to do it.

"Black looks good on you." I spoke without thinking.

Nice. I'd have to remind myself to give myself a pat on the back.
💯 chill, Violet, 💯 chill.

He smiled at me and put the car in motion. The rest of the car ride we shared a happy vibe.

My gut was right, it was a good day.

Though what I didn't know, was that Tate would wear black for the remainder of the week, and I didn't mind at all.