TAINTED LOVE // Tate Langdon

one

author's note: chapter one :)) i hope you guys enjoy! make sure to vote & comment so i can post the next chapter. xx

*contains mild language*

There he was. Eyes like stones, hair like sunshine, skin as pale as an arctic snowstorm, but one thing was for certain: he was mine and I was his.

School started with a slap in the face. Literally. I was the new girl in town and everyone thought it was hilarious to pick on me and tease me. Easy target I guess. I brushed passed it though. I'd be stupid of me to cry over some rich privelagded white teenage girls who were probably just having a bitch fit because Daddy couldnt buy them whatever the fuck they wanted. I simply stood up, accepted the fact that my eye was going to soon turn black, and walked into my first period class of English.

I'd never had been one to like school. I think it's absolute bullshit that we're supposed to spend our "precious" adolescent lives trapped in a bland prison for 5 days a week, 8 hours a day. I'm pretty biased, though, considering my experiences with school have never been "satisfactory." Westwood High school is the 5th high school i've transferred to, and i'm only a junior. The main reason is that I have the most indecisive parents who act like moving is a sport, but also because i'm constantly acting out and taking out my frustrations on other people. It's not like they'd understand, though, I've never met someone who understands.

I creaked open the door that leads into my English class and was greeted with 25-30 curious and dead inside eyes. Public school, man. They always overflood their classes with as many kids as they can fit. I slouched my book bag across my shoulder and approached the young, male teacher. He stood up to greet me, extending his right hand to mine. "Hello!" He excidently said, too estatic for the morning, "You must be..." his eyes wandered through his attendance sheet desperately searching for me name.

I gave him a half-assed smile. "Avery." I said, almost with disgust. I've hated my name from the moment I learned what it was. It hurts to even say it. I hated it so much when I was little, I would tell people my name was Nirvana, my middle name. Avery Nirvana Rose. If you can't tell by reading my name, I've got some pretty fucked up parents. I'm the product of a guy who's in love with the 90's grunge band nirvana and a woman who is, well, from England. The sad part is they expected me to be as perfect as their intended fantasy of how I would be, but that's just not reality. I've probably cut my parents life in half with all of the stress i've caused them.

The teacher finally sunk his hand down, after I rejected to shake it. "Nice to meet you, Avery. I'm Mr. Ford and this is Standard English 11." He said and gestured over to the sea of students. I could barley hear over all the ruckus they were making. They all seemed to not be able to stop moving. In one corner was a group of idiot boys laughing at God knows what. I scanned my eyes over to find about 8 girls obsessively looking in mirrors, doing their makeup, and just straight up gossiping about each other, in front of each other. Next to them was a mixture of guys and girls just tapping on things, non stop talking, and just basically wasting their breathes being as obnoxious and loud as they can be. I took a deep and annoyed breath before searching for a seat of my own. It felt like I was scavenging through a jungle of wild animals just to find an empty seat. Then, I found one, right in the corner next to a shy and sweet looking boy. He had headphones in and seemed undisturbed of the chaos going on around him. It's like he was in his own little world and no one could stop or bother him, he was untouchable. And that's when I met Tate.