||Forever in Debt|| @frozen-violet
tate-the-perfect-son:
He was sat in the back, in the far corner of the room. His head fell back. His hair fell in delicate tufts around his face and his eyes closed. The sounds of distorted guitars hummed around in his head, muting out the rest of the world. He knew all the words, every little riff that played, and every beat of the drum. The fingers on his desk, started to tap to the beat Before he knew it, he was gone again. Lost in that world that he created. A place where he could be alone, where he could be himself.
Tate saw nothing at first. A smirk spread across his face, a sinister grin. All of a sudden, his teacher was sitting in the dark room with him. Her hair pulled back in a tight ponytail and glasses resting on her nose. She was sitting at her desk, not noticing her new surroundings. This only excited him more. He would have the element of surprise.
He moved forward, his steps silent. Tate licked his cracked lips, his blood pumping, filled with adrenaline, it coursed through his veins and intertwining through his bones. His blood was laced now. He couldn’t tell the difference between the ecstasy he had taken and the hormone.
“Tate!”
No. No…not yet.
Tate’s expression changed, his brows arching menacingly. His head stood upright once more. Tate’s eyes slowly opened as he started down the person who had woken him. “What?” His voice was rough, hoarse.
“Tate. If you’re going to waste my time, just leave.” It was his teacher, the one with the glasses. She tried to sound threatening, but Tate could see through her.
“Well then.” Tate grinned wildly at her, “I’ll see you…..around.” He got up, there was nothing on his desk that he needed to take, he simply got up and walked out.
