Disclaimer: All characters and the Divergent world belong to Veronica Roth.
Tris POV
I feel my back getting slammed against a locker. Ugh. Peter. I turn to face him and his minions, Drew and Justin, a defiant glare on my face. "What?" I growl.
"Hey Tris. What happened? You a little stiff there?" He says, a cocky smirk plastered on his face. God, I hate this kid. I don't even know why he calls me a stiff.
"No Peter, I'm not "stiff" at all. Thanks for asking, though." I say in a nice, sweet voice. "Can I go now?" I ask him in my normal voice, raising my eyebrow.
He doesn't skip a beat. "Why would I let you go so easily? Are you going to go running off to little Four-y-poo, crying for help?" He mocks me.
Tobias and I have been dating for almost a year now.
"I don't need his help." I reply. I wrench my hand out of his grasp, while turning, trying to escape. Out of my peripheral vision, I see a fist coming towards my face. I catch it before it makes contact with my face, and turn to see who the owner of the hand is. As I suspected, it's Peter.
I arch my eyebrow at him, saying "seriously?" with my expression. I throw his arm back to his side and walk away.
But then something unexpected happens. A body comes flying against me. I fall to the ground, stomach against the floor, and am instantly crushed by the weight of a 17 year old idiot. The idiot's Drew. He turns me over onto my back so that he has better access to my face. He keeps me down by putting his knees on either sides of my legs and his elbows on either side of my body. The rest of his body weight goes on me. Shit. He's a good 5'9" while I'm 4'11, which means that he's about 90 pounds heavier than I am.
I struggle to move my neck up a little and look around Drew and see that a whole crowd is gathered around us in a circle. My gaze stops at Peter, where I see him looking directly at me, arms crossed and smirking. Suddenly, Drew decides to punch my jaw. Hard. I fall back from the force and bang my head on the floor.
He punches my nose, making a small crack sound come from it. I let out a strangled groan, trying not to tell him that it hurts, but he hears me, smirks, and punches my nose again. Blood streams out of my nose and down my chin, and I can feel my nose throbbing. He decides to punch my nose again, and a louder crack fills my eardrums. I could still feel the vibration of his blow when he reaches down and punches my stomach. It was then that I realized that I was screaming in pain, so I decided to shut up. I can feel my blood on my lips, the metallic taste filling my mouth. I ignore the pain in my nose and struggle more. It obviously doesn't work, so I change tactics.
I see him aiming for my nose again, so I shift the most I can and he hits my jaw. He tries for my jaw the next time, so I shift my head again, and his fist lands on the concrete were my hand used to be. I hear a sickening crack and he howls out in pain.
He takes all of his weight off of me, knees on either side of me. I use my hands and slide myself away from him and jump to my feet as quickly as I can. I look around me and see no one, except for the crowd around me, but that can't be true. Peter has to be somewhere here. He doesn't leave without winning.
I hear the sound of a shoe on the floor right behind me, and I instantly duck. Peter always steps before he blows and it doesn't make sense to hit below the face. He obviously misses me and looses balance for a second. I take advantage of that and punch him in the stomach. Then in the jaw. Then in the nose. Then in the nose again. And then again. Oh yes. Payback is sweet. I'll do that to his minions, too.
Where's Justin? I think. As if en cue, Justin and Drew grab hold of my arms. All three of them take turns punching me, in the stomach, the face, the nose. It doesn't last long, though, because I grip Drew and Justin's arms with both of my hands and swing them into each other in front of me. Peter gets caught in between them, and all three of them fall to the floor. I play whack-a-mole with them, giving each of them a punch to the nose if they lifted their heads. Once I'm done playing, and they all have nice, matching bloody noses, I give them each one hard blow to the jaw and knock them out.
I turn around, facing the crowd. They all look at me with faces of awe and amazement. I don't get it. They've seen me do this before, haven't they? Then I notice Tobias, Christina, Will, Uriah, Marlene, Zeke, Shauna, and Lynn - all dressed in black, like me. Everybody in school calls us the "dauntless" because we're fearless and brave and we wear black. We don't exactly communicate with them, though. Peter, Drew, Justin, and Molly are completely different. They dress in black, too, but they're ruthless, heartless, evil.
My friends have pride written across their faces as I look at them, smirk, and nod in greeting. They all nod back in unison.
"Who wants to take these idiots to the clinic?" I ask the crowd. Molly steps out of the crowd and walks over to my attackers. She takes Peter and literally drags his limp, unconscious body away to the clinic. I stand there, hands on my hips, as two other people that probably volunteer at the clinic come and get Drew and Justin.
As their bodies leave with the volunteers, I start to get dizzy. My vision gets blurry and I blink rapidly. I start to black out as I fall.
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