This is the first half of the final chapter of this story. I hope that you have enjoyed it so far, and if you have read any of my other stories, you will know that I tend to get very "fluffy" at the ends of the stories. So, this chapter is fluffy XD Enjoy!

Violet held onto Tate's hand tightly as they walked through the school's hallway on their way to her dad's office.

"Vi, I think my fingers are going numb." Tate chuckled as he shook his hand that was grasped in hers.

"Oh, sorry." Violet loosened her grip. "I'm just a little nervous."

"It's going to be okay." Tate looped their linked hands around Violet so that his arm was around her waist. He didn't know if he truly believed what he said. He wanted everything to be okay. He wanted Coach to be okay with him dating his daughter, but he knew that all hell was going to break loose soon.

Violet nodded slowly. She was too lost in her panicked thoughts to really focus on what was going on outside of her inner thoughts. She felt sick. It felt like she was walking up to a firing squad, begging them to shoot. She took deep breaths, trying to calm down. Focusing on the sounds around her helped push her thoughts away. Tate's sneakers squeaked against the slick floor in the gym. The noise filled Violet's mind.

"Violet? Vi?" Tate waved a hand in front of her face, trying to break through the blank look that she was giving him.

Violet shook her head. "I'm sorry."

"Are you sure you want to do this at school?" Tate questioned. It had been Violet's choice to tell her dad that she was in a relationship with Tate at school, and Tate was still a little unsure about the plan.

"Don't tell me that you're chickening out after spending so much time trying to convince me to tell him about us?"

"I'm not! I just… I don't know if telling him at school is such a great idea."

"Trust me. This is the safest place to do this. He can't hit you on school property." Tate laughed, and Violet glared at him. "I'm being serious!"

"I don't think that you're dad is going to hit me."

"Ha. You've got too much faith in him." Violet couldn't say anymore because the door to her dad's office opened, and he was standing in the doorway staring down at Tate and Violet's linked hands.

"Inside." He ordered as he walked into his office, going behind his desk and sitting in his chair.

The couple walked slowly inside and sat down in the chairs in front of the desk.

Coach Harmon sighed. "I was wondering when this meeting was going to happen for a while now."

Violet looked at her dad in confusion while Tate stayed silent with his eyes looking down at his shoes. "You knew?"

"I didn't know that you were with Mr. Langdon, but I could see that you were acting differently, and I wondered if you were seeing someone. I wouldn't have guessed that one of my runners would be stupid enough to go after my daughter." Coach Harmon's glare landed on Tate.

Tate could feel the glare on his skin, making him look up at the coach. "Coach, I…"

Coach Harmon held up his hand, stopping Tate's words. "I honestly could care less what you have to say, Mr. Landon. You should know by now that this is where your relationship with my daughter ends."

"Dad!" Violet gasped.

Coach Harmon looked at his daughter with an angered look. "Violet, you know the rules. No dating in high school. It's only a distraction, and I won't allow anything to keep you from getting into Harvard. Don't you want the best for yourself?"

Violet felt a tear slide down her cheek, shaking her head. She reached out and took Tate's hand in hers again. "Tate is what is best for me."

Coach Harmon took a deep breath. "I said no, Violet, and that's final. I think it's best if you say goodbye to Mr. Langdon and go home."

"What?" Violet stood up from her seat, yelling at her dad. "You can't be serious!"

Coach Harmon kept his calm but angered demeanor as he looked at his daughter's panicked expression. "I said no, Violet. That's final."

Violet gaped at her dad, having a loss for words. Tate stood up from his seat and turned to look at Violet. "He's right, Violet. Let's go." He walked towards the door, waiting for her to follow. Violet was sure that she was hallucinating that Tate was giving up so easily, but she followed him out of the office anyway. Once they were outside, Violet grabbed Tate's arm, turning him around to face her.

"What are you doing? Why aren't you at least trying to fight for us? I thought this is what you wanted!" Violet's voice was shaking.

Tate looked in Violet's eyes, and she could see tears in his. "Fighting with your dad right now isn't going to do us any good."

"What do you mean?"

Tate cupped Violet's face in his hands gently. "I want to be with you so badly, Violet. I just need some time to figure out what to do with your dad. I can't fight his decision."

"Fuck his decision! I don't care what he thinks."

Tate chuckled at Violet's cursing. Her nose always crinkled after she cursed, and he thought it was cute. "Call me old fashioned, but I don't want your dad to hate me. I don't want you to have to choose between me and your dad. I want him to be okay with us being together."

"You didn't seem to care about his opinion before…"

Tate smirked. "That was before I convinced you to be with me. I didn't care about his opinion then because all I cared about was you, but now that I have you, I want everything to be perfect."

"Have me…" Violet rolled her eyes. "You're talking like I'm some kind of possession of yours."

Tate shook his head. "You know I didn't mean it like that. If anyone has possession of anyone it's you. You have me, completely."

Violet laughed lightly. "When did we turn into sappy fairytale characters?"

Tate's eyes lit up. "Can we be Beauty and the Beast? Belle was always my favorite Disney princess." He said joking.

Violet laughed again and swatted at Tate's shoulder. "You are such a dork sometimes."

"You love it."

Violet smirked and shrugged, making Tate laugh. He smiled at her before leaning forward and pressing a gentle kiss on her lips. "Give me a few days to figure out how to handle your dad, okay?" He whispered when he pulled away.

"Okay, but don't take too long."