Knowing the Psychopath Before [American Horror Story]

Chapter 1

Tate the mysterious and dark boy with dimples and blonde hair with flowing curls. The boy with hidden pain. So much pain. My friend a very close friend. No one understands him but Jake and I. Does he know this? We show him but inside his head is too much to despair.  

Jake and Tate were my group of friends in high school senior year. Jake is my best friend since I was a child. He was one of my neighbors down my street. I've known Tate since he moved here in 1994. I've never really got a long with girls that much. I guess you can say I'm more tomboyish but I have a girly dark style. Tate never talked to anyone in school. He's in my algebra class; Jake also. One day, on a Wednesday in February, Jake and I commenced to start a conversation with him. Tate always looked annoyed in class, with his eyebrows narrow, and occasionally rolling his eyes as the teacher spoke, playing with his blonde curls.

He was wearing a Nirvana shirt, sitting in the very back of the class. Jake and I's favorite band was Nirvana so we thought why not, maybe he we will become friends with us. I kind of felt bad for him; I knew how hard it is to fit in especially when you have a darker side. There were fifteen minutes left in the class, Mr. Staley let us have free time once we finished our test. Jake and I moved our desks over to Tate's. He had a confused face, glancing over at us.

"Hey, I'm Riley." I spoke friendly.

"I'm Jake, we like your shirt. Nirvana is our favorite band." Jake smiled.

Tate stared at us for a moment, it was kind of creepy, but he let out a half a smile. "Yeah, Kurt Cobain is my idol."

We continued to talk until the class ended. All of us bonded over Nirvana and our hatred to how high school is just hell and will not count how popular you are down the road. There was something odd about Tate though, I noticed how he would talk about things with a deep hatred toward it. I thought he just really hated school so it didn't pass me.

"Hey, do you guys wanna come over my house after school and listen to some Nirvana?" Tate asked.

"Yeah, sounds like a plan." Jake said as I nodded.

Tate gave us the direction to his house. While Jake and I observed him walk away in the hallway, we both stared at each other.

"Um, do you find something a little off about him." I asked.

"No, not really, I mean he's just deeply honest." Jake let out a chuckle.