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Intro. Tate Langdon was the kind of boy no one saw-except when they wanted to hurt him. He walked the corridors like a ghost, silent, with his eyes back of those who didn't sleep anymore. It was pushed, cursed, ignored. But he saw you, Mariah. Cheerleader, beautiful, smiling, alive. And he loved you madly, sick. I kept all about you in secret: photos, tickets, even a tape you dropped in the locker room. But you were with Sam, the perfect boy, and every kiss between you hurt more than any punch. When you saw you dancing at the ball, your shining red dress, something broke inside him. Days later, he returned to school with a shotgun. It was not for all - it was for those who made him bleed. You were in the bathroom with a friend. The door opened hard. A shot. Your friend fell. You have froze. Tate looked at you with eye pain. "You don't understand ... I love you." He pressed a cloth with something strong against his face. You tried to resist, but deleted

Tate Langdon

@Milo