I fucking hate it here. I hate the people, the loud noises, the teachers, and especially the fact that my father works here. That is the worst. Violet was cursing everything around her in her mind while she walked through the hallway of her high school. She kept her eyes down and had a book clutched tightly to her chest. She weaved around the valley girls and jocks that seemed to over-populate the hallway. She was pulled from her thoughts by a hand wrapping around her skinny arm. Violet turned around and sighed when she saw that it was her father.

Ben Harmon was Violet's father and the track coach at the high school. Most of the people at the school only knew Violet as "Coach Harmon's daughter". Everyone also knew that no one messed with the coach's princess. Maybe that was why Violet had no friends… Violet gave her dad a look and waited for him to tell her why he stopped her.

"Sweet heart, I need you to come with me to practice today."

Violet raised an eyebrow at him. "What? Why?" If there was one thing that Violet hated more than school, it had to be anything to do with track.

"Because your mother won't be home, and we don't want you home alone." Ben spoke to his daughter in an authoritative tone. Violet opened her mouth to protest, but Ben spoke before she could. "End of discussion, Violet. Meet me on the track after school." With those parting words, Ben turned around and left his daughter standing in the middle of the hallway.

Violet wanted more than anything to yell at her father's back "Why don't you trust me?" But she didn't because she knew exactly why her parents didn't trust her to be home alone. So maybe she had tried to kill herself. It was one damn time. She went to therapy and repeatedly told her parents that she was okay now. She didn't want to end her life anymore because living was more torturous than dying, and Violet liked the pain.

Violet sighed and rolled her eyes as the loud bell rang through the hallway, signaling that it was time to go to class. Oh today is just going to be fucking fantastic.

…

Tate was sitting in the last desk in the back of the classroom. He had tuned the teacher out about ten minutes after class had started. He hated school. He thought it was a waste of time. He was never going to use any of the things that he was taught when he was in the real world. What a fucking waste of time. The only reason he was even at school was track. He loved running, and the only way to stay on the team was to keep his grades up. School was easy for him because he took remedial classes. He was smart but preferred the lower level classes so that he wouldn't have to put in any effort into getting good grades.

Most of his time in class was spent thinking about other things, just like he was now. His legs were shaking with the anticipation of getting out on the track and running out all of his frustrations. His eyes watched as the clock seemed to be moving so slowly that at one point it looked like it was moving backwards. Finally the second hand hit the perfect mark, and the bell rang, signaling that school was over.

Tate was out of his desk and out the door in a heartbeat, heading straight for the locker room.

…

Violet was lost in her thoughts again as she walked along the track, heading to the stands so that she could sit and wait for her dad to finish practice. Why is California so fucking sunny all the time? She was pulled from the recesses of her mind when her shoulder slammed into a hard, solid object.

She stumbled backward, almost falling down. A pair of arms wrapped around her waist before she hit the ground. "What the fuck?" She yelled as she tried to regain her balance. A tall, blonde boy had caught her fall. She felt her heart jump for a second when she looked up into his almost black eyes. Her anger returned in the next second. She pushed the boy's arms off of her and stood up straight. "Watch where you're fucking walking!" She glared at the boy before moving past him and storming off into the stands.

Tate turned and stared at the small girl that he had just run into. He couldn't seem to take his eyes off of her. Why have I never seen that girl before? She wasn't like the other girls at the high school, the Valley girls. This girl dressed like she was from a different era. She had on black boots, purple tights, a floral dress, and a sweater. Most girls at the school walked around in tank tops and short skirts. This girl also had confidence and anger like no other. Tate was mesmerized.

"Dude, don't even think about going there." One of the other runners on the track team walked up behind Tate and followed his gaze. "That's the coach's daughter. Everyone knows not to mess with Coach's little princess. He would kill you."

Tate rolled his eyes. He wasn't afraid of their coach, and he was never one to follow the rules. "What's her name?"

The other runner laughed and shook his head. "It's your funeral, man. Her name is Violet."

"Violet…" The name slipped from Tate's lips, and something about the way it tasted in his mouth just felt… Right. I have to get to know Violet.

This is a short update just to introduce the story. This story was requested as a one shot, but I loved the idea so much that I decided to turn it into at least a 3 part story, but it might be longer. This isn't going to have any ghosts or anything. It's just a story about our favorite couple falling in love. ^_^