Tate

Chapter | 19

A/N: YOwhatsgood? It's been a long time but I think I'm ready if y'all still remember this book. I just wanted to say......YOU DO NOT HAVE TO COMMENT AND TELL ME THIS BOOK IS TOO MUCH FOR YOU. Just stop reading and fuck off, I'm not here to write some simple shit you can predict. Go read literally ANY other wattpad story thanks. ALSO, I just released a new story so feel free to check it out. Cool so lets get back into it.

The sense of satisfaction didn't leave me all day at school. Especially in the morning, when the gum still stuck to my wall reminded me what had happened last night.

Periodically throughout my classes, I would find myself lost in thought with my fingers brushing my lips. It was a quiet day, per usual, but I had soft smile on my face that felt foreign when I noticed.

I had gotten to class late, not getting the opportunity to possibly see Tate before class. I hadn't seen him in the hallway at all either. Elusive as ever.

My phone vibrated in my pocket as I finally made my way to the library for lunch. I unlocked the screen to find a text from Dorian.

I feel like I don't spoil you enough cutie :(

I felt a slight chuckle escape my lips as I passed the vending machines, but I didn't feel as excited as normal to hear from him. Mixed emotions had me biting my lip, and I pondered if I should end things between us. At the same time though, what if Tate was just playing with me? I wanted options.

I finally found my normal seat at a table close to the bookshelves and stretched, eyes seeking Tate's tall frame somewhere among the other students. He wasn't around, and it made me visibly deflate a little. 

I let my head rest on my arms folded on the table, feeling too restless to read. I know my mind wouldn't let me focus on a book and I was sleepy. After Tate had left (I had to let his crazy ass out the back door so he wouldn't break something), I found it hard to sleep.

It was just a little kiss.

But every time I thought about it - I couldn't help but feel giddy. It was a foreign feeling to me.

No one really made me feel a certain type of way. I was just numb a good portion of the time, thanks to my anti depressants and suppressed trauma. Tate was a different fucking breed though.

Fucked up and genuine. 

Just like me. 

Already too exhausted from life to maintain a polite, conventional or socially acceptable persona.

Real and raw.

He's misunderstood, but I can see why. We both are. We been through shit and the way people interpret us is something we can't control. Either way, people talk. Best to just be unapologetic and live.

I'd never thought this deeply about someone. It was exhausting. I didn't realize I'd fallen asleep until I the bell woke me for third period.

I blinked twice, brows furrowing as I realized Tate hadn't joined me.

I didn't know how to feel. I tried to reason with myself. He was probably sick, or maybe he had to do something during his lunch break. He probably wasn't outright avoiding me.

It was lonely the rest of the day. The smile I'd had seemed to slowly fade as I finished up my next few classes. I couldn't pick an emotion. Worry, annoyance, curiosity. All were because of one little kiss.

And a hickey.

But a little kiss.

I walked solemnly to my car, almost forgetting Oliver hadn't went to class that day and waiting by his locker. I stared down at the ground, weaving through the crowd. I was considering replying to Dorian, still wondering why a kiss got me so fucked up. I looked up to unlock the car, finding a familiar figure leaning against my door.

"Hey." I said almost automatically, surprised to find him finally.

Tate's neutral expression turned into a slight smile.

"Come with me?"