The bell dismissed us to lunch and rummaged through the halls looking for Tate. I can never find him. It's almost as if he's not real.
I wandered to the garden, knowing i'd find sweet Tate waiting for me. He approached me with open arms and enveloped me in a hug. I admired the way he smelled like a warm summer night. I wondered if he was thinking about my smell.
Tate pulled away before placing a light kiss on my forehead. "For you, my Bride." He said, bowing and handing me a bouquet of blue flowers. I glanced over to where the flowers were in the garden and they were missing.
I gently took the flowers from Tate. "You picked me the blue hydrangeas from the shit garden?!" I said sarcastically as I stared at the flowers in awe. Each petal was so individually fragile and frail, but at the same time so pigmented and unique. I closed my eyes and took a breath in, smelling them. When I opened, Tate was no where to be seen.
I turned my head to look both ways. "Tate?" I cautiously asked. I couldn't figure out why I was panicking. I mean, I knew I was safe but for some reason the thought of Tate being gone without be knowing where he disappeared to made me so uneasy.
"Looking for this?" A girl's voice said. I looked around again, so unaware of my surroundings. Everything was spinning.
Tears began to gather in my eyes. Why do I feel like this? I spun around so my back was facing the shit garden. "Who said that?" I demanded and three girls jumped over the ledge, becoming ground level with me. The main bitch was dangling Tate's shirt. The three coke whores had me cornered.
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TAINTED LOVE // Tate Langdon
Fanfiction"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." Avery Rose's life is everything but ordinary. After moving for the fifth time in 3 years, she runs...
