[for clarification , the last chapter ended talking ab school , but in this story TATE DOSENT DO THAT- . if ykyk . if you dont, wth r u doing here-? also, there will be smut in the fourth chapter. just bc im a hornehy mf. -Chris🤍]
tw : mentions of abuse, groping, manipulative behavior
Tates pov
I yawned after hearing the alarm go off. The boy was still asleep, 'How cute.' I smiled and nudged him, "Chris. Come on, time for school love." Chris groaned, "Fine." He gets up and starts getting changed, allowing me to borrow his black and white tiny plaid suit top and a black skirt to wear.
"You look nice.." i said quietly, blushing protrusively. Boys in SKIRTS. Fuck holy fuck. okay, I need to calm down before my facial expressions go fucking embarrassing.
"Thanks.." He nodded at my response. We ended up taking the Priority Van today instead of going to my car. I mean we probably would've if i said something but the Van will do i guess. Its an all private boys school. I know i said i have a 'girlfriend'. We only met because we have conjoined gym class with the girls that go to the school next door.
"Hey! Greta, whats up?" I said as we got out of the van, making eye contact with a bitch. She rolled her eyes and smiled, "Who's this eye candy?" clearly insinuating Christopher.
"M' Chris. Nice to meet you." I rolled my eyes as they started talking to each other. I looked down at my phone and blocked out their teasing and giggles.
A quote from co—star popped up, "you should know your enough by now." I sighed and closed it looking over at chris. I never felt like this before, its kinda— strange I guess? Anyways, I have class with chris first period, then we go separate ways until lunch.
I miss violet being here, she knew how to get greta to leave me alone. I may seem clingy to her but if i don't get that way, then.. well she abuses me.. I didn't tell her about sleeping with Chris last night, mainly because she'd get abusive but I just dont think she needs to know.
I mean after all its not like we fucked or anything. Just simple flirting and-, i forgot we kissed. I slapped my mouth and looked around blushing, 'HOW DID I FORGET WE KISSED?!' i yelled in my thoughts. Fucking hell Tate! Chris looked over at me concerned and whispered, "You okay?" i nodded asking the teacher quickly to go to the bathroom.
She agreed so i stormed out almost tipping my chair on the way out. I slowed down as i got closer as to not cause any commotion. "fuck- I totally forgot we kissed Vi." The only way to contact violet was through the house phone. "Oh yea, you did ahaha, it was cute."
Did we— no I would've remembered pounding him, making him moan my name—. Okay yea, so just kissed and cuddled. Nothing major right? God i sound so submissive right now. Fuck it, im gonna act like an asshole, but I cant have him leave. If he knows what goes on in that house-... Im gonna have to protect him..
I returned back to class with a full set ready to go plan on how i was gonna keep him here in LA. I first just had to stop being so weird and ask for his number, "Hey-.. 'i tapped on his shoulder and slid my phone close to him with the contacts up' Number." I whispered.
He nodded and typed the numbers so softly, it was cute. Ive never been this stupid around someone before. I've never felt like this.. and I know we just fucking met but, Yea lemme stop getting too attached too quickly. I just need to protect him from all the weird shit that happens in that house.
My mother, Constance started calling me as soon as he got finished putting in his number. "Fuck." I said quielty, "Uh, Mrs. Bone? Can I take this, its my mum." She nodded. "TATE WHERE ARE YOU!" she screamed in my ear as soon as i stepped back outside.
"Im at school mom, why?" I flinched as she yelled. "Greta is looking for you and can't find you anywhere." I sighed, "Thats because we dont have gym yet. We part ways in the morning."
Third person narrative
Chris over heard Tate talking about Greta outside and pouted to himself. He wishes violet could be here so he'd have a best-friend for once. He sometimes feels like he heads into things too fast because he is such a big flirt but, things like that don't usually get him jealous up until now.
"May i go to the principals office mrs. bone?" Chris asked wanting to snoop on Tate, he said principals so he had more time out of the class and wouldn't get yelled at for being out so long. He no longer heard the older boys voice in the hallway. Mrs. bone gave him the hall pass and nodded.
He walked out of the classroom and heard Tates voice more clearer now, it sounded like it was coming from the bathroom. "Tate-..?" As he walked in he saw a girl attached to Tates lips. Greta was with him, k-kissing him. "Chris-!" Chris blushed protrusively and started tearing up.
"Chris please-..!! You know i have-..!" He was too late, Chris had already started to cry and run out. Tate blushed thinking twice about what he was going to say around Greta. Chris ran to the principals office and asked to talk to Mr. Morton.
"Sir, greta from the girls dorm is in the bathroom with Tate Langdon.. K-Kissing.." His statement made Mr. Morton appalled and very timid. He scrunched his mustache and fixed his glasses before going to yell at Tate. Tate ended up getting suspended for the rest of the week.
Tate felt bad he made Chris cry, "Im a fucking Jerk." "No you're not, he just doesn't know that you- wait you were making out with her?" Tate sighed over the phone to Violet, "Yea.. my dick still gets hard sometimes ya know.." "SO YOU FUCKED HER TOO?" he heard Chris yell in the background. "Fuck.."
"YEA FUCK, FUCK YOU. Vi hand me the phone. 'Vi hands Chris the home phone' DONT FUCKING TEXT ME. VIOLET CAN PROTECT ME I DONT CARE. I GET WE'RE JUST FRIENDS BUT I KISSED YOU. I BET YOU DIDNT EVEN REMEMBER THAT AND YOU WEREN'T AS HIGH AS I WAS."
Tate pouted, "C-chris p-please.. im sorry.. i-i like you.. like a lot.." Chris sighed, "If you liked me you wouldn't of fucked your abusive girlfriend. Or do you just like that?" Chris was starting to get really defensive and rude, "Don't fucking call me. Don't fucking text me Tate." Chris hung up.
Tate sighed and placed his head in his palms. He looked in the mirror to the right of him, his eyes streaming with tears, "You're all I want- You're All I Have!" He screamed making his throat turn red, a vein popped up on his neck, he was stressed the fuck out and screaming at himself in the mirror.
"FUCK YOU TATE. FUCK YOU." he yelled at himself. "WHY CANT YOU JUST SHOW FUCKING EMOTIONS PROPERLY. WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SUCH AN ASSHOLE!" he started weeping, his mother came up the stairs, "Tate, calm down honey. Would you?" Tate flinched at her touch, "S-sorry mother.." "YOURE NOT SORRY! LOOK AT YOU! LOOK AT THIS ROOM. YOURE A DISAPPOINTMENT." Tate cried silently at her bipolar behavior, his tears weren't vocal anymore because he was used to this.
He started to clean his room so it would calm his mother. The house maid came up to him, "I've got it darling~.." she said seductively bending over picking up the mess. Tate rolled his eyes and in that moment all he could think about was Chris and Violet.
he texts chris
tate: c-chris? please im sorry im fucking sorry..
-no reply-
tate: CHRIS PLEASE I CANT HAVE YOU IGNORE ME LIKE THIS. IT WAS JUST—
Chris: it wasn't just a kiss.
tate: im sorry.. she just gave me a blowjob i swear, im still.. a..
Chris: still a what.
tate: still a virgin..
Chris: yea ok.
tate: ill give you gretas number so she can confirm with you that i am.
Chris: its alright, i believe you.
tate: r-really..? i-..
Chris: come over. Vi wants to talk to you. keep me out of it though. ill be in the basement cleaning.
tate: WAIT DONT GO DOWN THERE CHRIS!!
-no reply-