This is shitty. Violet thought to herself as she puffed on a cigarette, roaming around her new school, Westfield High. According to her everyone she had encountered so far was full of bullshit, and pretty pathetic. Actually…everything that had happened within the past couple of months of Violet's life had been pretty pathetic, and she wasn't so sure if she could handle anything anymore.
Several months ago, Violet's mom, Vivian caught her husband Ben cheating on her with some little school girl, whore that was supposedly Ben's student. Before that incident however; a couple months earlier Vivian had a still born baby, and because of that it had caused so much trauma within the Harmon family. So Ben, being Ben decided that if he packed up his family and moved all the way from Boston to L.A everything would be erased and they could all be one happy, perfect little family again. Violet was so sick of everything, sick of her parents coldness to each other, sick of pretending to be happy to please them.
Nothing was alright, just because they bought a new house did not change the fact that her dad was still a major douche bag, and that her mom wasn't depressed anymore. Even though Violet's family problems sucked enough as it is, what was worse was that she had to go to a new school, deal with new people that she most likely would not fit in with, and would bully her because she was different. Violet didn't fit in that well at her other school, but at least they weren't posers and didn't serve as much as a threat to her as these "Cali" kids would.
The first bell was due to ring any moment, and instead of going to class Violet would probably ditch it, and go somewhere she wouldn't get caught. While walking in the opposite direction of her class, Violet passed a group of three or four girls who were dressed like sluts and talking about how they had did some coke at a party or whatever that happened this weekend. Violets rolled her eyes, thinking that the girls were stupid, and sure as hell hoped she didn't have to encounter them ever again.
"Hey you! What the hell do you think you're doing? Put that cigarette out! This is a public area, what are you trying to do give us all secondhand smoke?" Yelled one of the girls Violet had passed, before she knew it the girl was in Violet's face yelling at her.
"No, you can't tell me what to do." Violet said, while pushing the girl back.
"Leah's grandmother died of lung cancer, you idiot you better listen to her!" Screamed one of the other coke head sluts.
"No, you can't tell me what to do." Violet said with an attitude, she would be damned if some "popular" girls thought they were going to try and tell her what to do.
"You can't talk to me like that you little bitch!" Leah screamed out at Violet and lunged herself at her, knocking both of them to the ground.
"Get off of me, you don't scare me!" Violet screamed, while squirming around trying to block herself from Leah. Violet spat in Leah's face trying to get her to lose her grip. It didn't help, only got Leah more pissed off.
"Why don't you get off her, you coke whore." Said a deep voice, which Violet couldn't locate.
Leah stopped what she was doing, and turned her head towards where the voice had come from. She let out a cocky laugh. "Oh like you're going to stop me? As if." She laughed again, while picking herself up from the ground, but not forgetting to kick Violet once she got up.
"I can do it ya know?" Said the voice again. This time Violet could see who it had come from, a tall, lanky boy with floppy, curly, dirty blonde hair. Why is he defending me? Violet thought to herself, not realizing she was still lying on the ground.
Leah laughed again. "Do what Tate? Kill me, oh I'm sooooooo scurred." Leah said while making a pouty face and holding her arms up to her chest pretending to shake. "You're pathetic." Leah scowled, and shoved her way past the boy named Tate, while her groupies decided to do the same.
"Don't listen to her." Tate said, while offering a hand to Violet. "They're bitches, they get off tormenting anyone. I wouldn't be surprised if Leah kicked puppies around for fun. Tate said with a sheepish grin.
"Um thanks." Violet said, she was confused and somewhat in shock. She wasn't used to people helping her, or having them be on the same side as her. Tate cleared his throat, and brushed his hands on his jeans.
"Ah, I'm Tate." Tate said, while trying to decide if he should hold out his hand for Violet to shake.
"Violet." Violet said, contemplating if she should shake Tate's hand or not, she decided to. "Umm thanks for that. I don't think she would have given up if you didn't distract her." Violet said while letting out an airy laugh.
"Yeah…probably not." Tate said, pulling out a carton of cigarettes and handing one to Violet, and striking a match to light her up. Violet pressed her rosy lips to the cigarette and let out a cloud of smoke. "Thanks." She said while smiling.
"Let's get the hell out of here." Tate said while taking a drag on his cigarette. Violet nodded her head in agreement, and the two of them left Shitty Westfield High.