Forever : a violate fanfiction

Chapter Four

Tate's POV

Boxes piled the kitchen and front hallway. The new family ( the Benson's ) were still unpacking their truck. They were quite generic, so bland it almost made me sick.
Violet stood next to me as we watched them,
The father, who's name was Mike, was stout and very square as if he molded into the cubicle he worked in each day. The woman who lugged in a tacky lamp was a bit too tall for her husband and seemed regretful as she scanned the house in disgust.
Violet held my hand as we continued spying on the new family.
Mike carried in a box overflowing with trophies, I secretly hoped it was his attempt of holding on to his former jock self and not the accomplishments of some other unknown family member.
" I never got that many trophies." Vi snickered, " I was never that type."
" Me either." I said in a zoned out tone.
" Hey why don't we go um.. Look at our old room?" I asked awkwardly.
Vi looked at me with a confused look,
" Yeah I guess?"
We walked up the staircase and down the hall to the room.
" Whoa..."
The room was pink, very pink.
A giant sofa was squashed in the corner covered in more boxes. The same bed Violet and I slept on wore a frilly baby pink comforter accompanied by white and hot pink pillows. Thankfully, the walls were still their familiar dark blue-ish green.
" Who even likes pink this much?" Vi asked obviously concerned about the mental health of who ever's room it was.
A massive glass shelving unit was crowded with awards and trophies,

"' best athlete of the year. ' "
"' most improved athlete .' " I read the engravings on the trophies to myself.

" All this ' best ' bullshit they do in schools now, makes me sick," She continued. " More excuses fo- "
Her words halted when a girl, a grade or two older than Vi scampered into the room completely consumed by her phone. She couldn't see us and walked pass Violet completely unaware of her presence.
The girl's hair was bleached an unnatural shade of blonde and over curled to the extreme. Her eyeliner was way too thick. She reeked of cheap perfume and stale coffee.
" REBECCA!" The mother screamed calling for the girl.
She rolled her eyes and slumped away downstairs, leaving her phone behind.
" I feel bad for her," Vi said.
" She won't even know what hit her."