Violet didn't believe in fate. Or she hadn't thought she did, not until she kissed Tate Langdon. And it was even the acoustic version, the more romantic version of the song. He knew just enough pressure to use, and if she was completely honest with herself, she felt safe with him. Protected.
She could tell what he wanted, and grinning, she obliged him. It only took a tiny bit of doing, but she was petite and slender, and soon she was in his lap. Fortunately it was dark out and there weren't too many people around to ogle. "Are you real?" She couldn't help but pull away for a moment, wanting to see if he felt the same way as she did. They both hated their parents. They liked the same music, they hated their school - was she just dreaming?