"And you can make sure that her minions’ noses get broken as well. Y’know, so they can still go twinning to school every day." Avery joked. "After all, we don’t want them to be deprived, do we?”
“No, deprivation is definitely not what we’re
going for here.” She laughed, shaking her head.
"We’d make a great team. Taking down bitchy
high school girls and all their bullshit friends.”
Avery laughed. “I’d love to break her nose so that she could get her twenty-seventh plastic surgery.”
"Oh my god, yes.” She laughed. The sound was
almost foreign to her. She couldn’t even remember
the last time she’d laughed, let alone smiled, socialized.
“None, actually. You’re the first girl I even
considered talking to like this. And don’t say
it’s bullshit, because it really isn’t. It’s kinda
weird, now that I think about a little more.”
It was the truth. This part wasn’t Tate being
manipulative— it was honestly the truth. His
interest in other girls had been minimal until
he met her, and now he can’t remember if
he’s ever had interest in anything else. He
pushes himself up from the bed and stands,
reaching up to ruffle his hair ( as if it’s going
to look any better ) and straighten out his
shirt. He then holds his hand out for her.
Violet found it hard to believe that he’d never
spoken to another girl this way. Surely girls
had approached him. Why wouldn’t they? Or
more importantly, why hadn’t they? Girls were
crazy. And mostly irritating.
The flower diverted her gaze to his hand once
he’d held it out for her to take, one brow raising
in questioning. “What are we doing?” She asked,
taking his hand as she slid off of the bed. “Am
I asking my parents now?”
"I, for one, volunteer to bash her little to no brains in."
“Yeah, well you get her and I’ll get her
two little princesses. It’ll be a brawl.”
"Does she do shit like that to everyone?” Avery asked.
“Um, no, probably not. She picked on me because
I’m fresh meat. I guess I’m used to it. I can be just as
confrontational as she is.”
Tate lowered his sleeve once he realized her eyes
had looked over the scars, and he sat up, crossing his
legs and looking into her eyes. He didn’t seem to be
worried at all about her parents— or anything at all, for
that matter— and a warm smile crossed his lips. He had
a plan, of course. He always had a plan. It was just a
matter of how stubborn her parents were. Tate could
take care of this the easy way or the hard way, and
that all depended on how easily this house corrupted
the new owners. There was only a matter of time…
”How about I come to dinner? You can tell them
you invited me. Tell them I’m the neighbor’s kid,
and that you met me while you were reading in
the backyard or something. It’s gonna be great.”
“Family dinners aren’t my favorite things in the world,
but okay. I guess we could try that. But if I’m right, and
it doesn’t work, then you totally owe me.” She clarified,
a smug smile gracing her delicate features. This was
going to be interesting. And probably disastrous. It
would be weird for her to even eat the food on her plate,
never mind sit and eat while watching Tate work some
kind of magic on her parents.
“I hope you know what you’re doing. How many
other girls parents have you tried this on?” She
asked, perking a brow as she met his gaze once
more, genuinely curious to what his motives were.
"What a bitch.” Avery muttered hastily.
“Yeah, bitch doesn’t even begin
to describe her.”