You still haven't answered why your here" you exclaimed quite agitated the boy you had learned to be tate looked back at you dumbfounded as if you were the idiot here.
You looked back at him confusion clearly see able in your wide (e/c) eyes. He was to talk with a mouth full of YOUR HOTDOG but you shushed him by putting your finger over his mouth.
He then smirked at you taking this as a sign of flirtation. You quickly pulled your finger back as soon as you had realized what you had done. Before any of you could speak there came a loud banging from the front door and as soon as you opened it your two best friends addie and Madison traipsed in.
You heard Madison's girly scream from the kitchen and ran in there. Your (e/c) orbs flu around trying to take in everything. You saw Madison pushed up against the table as Tate held a knife to her throat and Addie scream/ whimpering in the corner you screamed at Tate and he looked back at you innocently.
It had been an hour since Addie and Madison had came over and know they where huddling in the corner in blankets with hot green tea. Tate looked at you with a mix of anger confusion and hate in his eyes." Why did you stop me?!?!" He whined " they were intruding in YOUR house".
"Those "intruders" are MY best friends" you huffed pacing back and forth trying to decide what to do with this odd human being. You had forgotten that your friends were coming over to shop at the mall after the cop and Tate thing,
" You need to leave " you shouted at Tate. Tate looked at you flabbergasted with his huge innocent brown eyes. They were so huge you could just drown in them if you wanted to. You had to admit this guy was pretty dam hot with his short fluffy hair and his finely shaped body. Even though he was cute and stuff you would never actually date him or anything like that.
You woke up to Tate shaking you. You rubbed the blurriness out of your (e/c) eyes to see tate standing above you worriedly. You had never seen Tate worried so you automatically started to ask what was wrong but be the expression on his face it was clear that he was about to spill all the beans.
Tate had never been a good secret keeper exact when it came to him being dead and shooting up a school that is. So when he kept his mouth shut you were surprised but before you could say anything his expression changed to angry and he got up and waltzed out of the cold room.
(Le wild time skip)
It had been three days since you had officially talked to Tate before he waltzed out of your house and now you were worried. Where oh where did that boy go to.
