Tate hates a lot of people.

He hates his mother because the damn woman is sick in the head. He hates everyone in his damn school because they think they're better than him. He also hates that cashier in the 7-Eleven because he looked at him ugly the other day. He hates easily.

Yet the person he hates the most is your boyfriend.

"He's just so damn ugly,"

Tate is not ashamed to show his disdain towards your boyfriend— it's not that the guy is actually a bad person or that he's the ugliest being to ever walk on Earth, he just happens to be your boyfriend and Tate hates that, because you're supossed to be his.

A part of him knows he's being irrational, he knows you long before you started a relationship, you've been friends forever yet he never took the chance and tried to ask you out, he hasn't even told you he likes you that way, if you snooze you lose, right? Well, he's losing his fucking mind.

"you look too pretty, he doesn't deserve that."

Yet the other part of him, the stronger one, feels like the guy should drop dead and leave the two of you alone. Tate looks at you, getting ready for your dumb little date with that guy and he can't help but feel bitter, his arms crossed over his chest as he sits on your bed.