●A Boy called Tate●

Laynie's POV. -

After school ended, I received a text after school from telling me that I had a 4:30 therapy appointment.

I don't even want to go. It's a big waste of time.

Though if I don't, mom will just drag me there herself.

I rang the doorbell of the Harmon's residence aka Violets house which is where my appointment is at. Her dad Dr. Ben Harmon is a psychologist.

It was a pretty victorian house. It had a gothic vibe to it and a kooky vibe to it.

Violet said the house reminds her of the Addams Family house.

The door opened by Vivien Harmon. Violets mother. She smiled. "Hi Laynie." "Hi Mrs. Harmon I'm here for my appointment." She widened the door for me to come in and she closed the door. "He'll be up in a moment he's on a phone call. Would you like something to drink?" "Do you have pepsi?" She nodded and went to the kitchen and came back out with a can of Pepsi I thanked and told her my mother will be meeting her for dinner which I forgot to tell Violet.

I then stopped by the bathroom and went in. I set my bag on the counter, unzipped it and pulled out a roll of bandages. I lifted my sleeves up revealing numerous scars I inflicted on myself. I don't like talking about with anyone but Violet.

Once I was done I put the roll back in my backpack and zipped the bag up and opened the door. Not even paying attention when I bumped into somebody with an oof.

"I'm so sorry." I quickly apologized to the person finding myself looking in a pair of eyes of a guy with dirty blonde ruffly hair. Wearing a long sleeved top and jeans.

He didn't say anything he just kept staring, boring his dark brown orbs into my bluish green ones.

"Um, excuse me."

The boy moved out of the way not moving his gaze from me.

Awkward.

I began my way to the office wanting it over and done already so I can go home.

"Hey girl," I turned to the boy. "What's your name?"

"Why'd you wanna know?" I asked confused. "I don't even know you."

"Just curious."

"Laynie." I answered his question.

"What's your full name?"

Why does he care what my name is?

"Um, Laynie Ever Johnson." I responded already getting awkward. "Who are you and why do you care what my name is?"

He smirked. "Tate. Tate Langdon. And your just beautiful that's all."

....again awkward.

"Miss Johnson," I heard Dr. Harmon called me. I looked over his shoulder and saw him in front of his office. "Ready to begin our session?"

I nodded and before I went his voice stopped me.

"Oh by the way," I turned to him. What does he want now? "I'd be more sneaky if I were you, those bandages won't hide your scars forever."

I gawked and looked down at arm seeing the bandage sticking out from my sleeve. I pulled the sleeve down more where its more hidden and picked up the pace in my walking.

Therapy was therapy there's not much to describe it. Talking about my problems and seeing if my medication is working or needing changes which I don't want nothing changed cause I just adjusted to the one I'm taking. I find it kind of disturbing that Ben Harmon was found eating out a 21 year old girls pussy. Who happened to be one of his students. Like how is he still a doctor?

Nothing much happened when I got back home. Mom doesn't get off work till 8 P.M. so I made myself some spaghetti for dinner and did my homework. When I got my homework done I changed my outfit into a black tank top and my Hogwarts pj pants.

For the rest of the time period I read my book which is the Mortal Instruments: City of Bones and listened to Linkin Park.

I woke up in the middle of the night for some odd reason. I checked the time and it read 3 in the morning. I got up and went down to the kitchen got a glass from the cabinet, went to the fridge and filled it with crushed ice and water from the dispenser.

I headed up back up to my dorm and opened it and nearly dropped my glass when I saw somebody standing in the middle of my room.

Tate.