@cherrylane
The rev of the engine was familiar . It heard it ever morning when he sat just off school property to have his morning smoke ; The nicotine was practically a necessity at this new school . He hated it . He hated everyone and everything inside and about Hawkins , Indiana . New start his ass --- Tate didn’t know that he could get even more miserable than he previously was .
Billy Hargrove was no exception to the immense amount of disdain he felt . Tate veered off to the left of the road , lazily pushing himself along on his skateboard , on the back roads of the little Podunk town . The growl of Camaro was getting louder and louder until it caused the blond to turn around and see that it was purposefully pulling in his direction --- It had to be purposeful , he was on the wrong side of the road . Instinct told him to dive into the grass but something stronger inside of him did the opposite . His foot dropped and he stood stagnant in the road , his expression remaining blank as the death machine barreled towards him ; All Tate did was close his eyes .
