Chapter 1: Desperate Times
AN:Hey everyone. So, I'm back with another story. Many of you sent me PM's to write this story along with "Living Life To The Fullest". So, your wish is my command!
Please note that this story is way different from IHeartUCato's 'My Fake Boyfriend'
It's a completely different storyline as you can probably guess from the summary. Also this story will 99.9% become an M rated one, so read with caution.
I will try to update at least once a week. Please note the 'try'. Each chapter will have minimum 1000 words. The update dates will be mentioned at the end.
In return I want all of you to review, favourite and follow. Constructive Criticism is accepted.
13th April 2016: Edited
Hey again. I am planning to rewrite this story because I'm not happy with how it's turning out. I also feel that I'm more clear about how I want the story to progress. If you don't like how the story is progressing then please feel free to PM me. If you're new to this story, Welcome! Hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Divergent. All rights go to Veronica Roth.
Desperate Times
"What do I do, Christina? I'm a wreck.", Tris sobbed into the phone.
"Tris Prior, listen loud and clear to me. This isn't the end of the world. I thought you were over him. But babe, I'm on my way. I'm just at Ben and Jerry's and I'll be there in 5 minutes max. Just keep talking or bawling.", Christina Kravitz said, mumbling the last part. As Christina speeded past other cars in hers, she thought about what could have happened that broke her friend apart. She could hear her blabbering about Peter.
Christina sighed. This was going to be one long evening for her.
"You know Chris, I really thought that he loved me. He promised me a future that most only dream of. He was the best boyfriend anyone could ask for.", Tris said, choking on her tears.
"Fiancé.", Christina said under her breath, but it was clear enough for Tris to hear.
"Ex. Ex-Fiancé. Ex Boyfriend.", Tris said and started to cry again.
If you think Tris is one of those cliché girls who sobs over break up she has, then you've never been more wrong. In fact she is the exact opposite. She is probably the most strongest girl you've met. She doesn't seem like much, with her short, willowy figure and long dirty blonde hair. She'd look as plain as plain can be but those grey blue eyes demand attention. She was brave, smart and selfless.
So why was she crying over some douche called Peter, you ask? Well, because she loved Peter Hayes. And big girls cry when their hearts are broken.
After just getting out of an abusive relationship with Eric Monroe and immediately losing her parents because of an accident, Tris lost her fire. She lost her interest to live. Peter changed that. He brought her out of her shell. He healed her with his love. They had been together for 3 years. He and her friends were all that she had. She was perfectly happy with how her life was though that void which her parent's death created never got filled.
But good things never last long enough.
Three months ago all that changed, when she received a letter… yes, a fucking letter… from Peter saying that "this isn't working out."
She called him. She called him everyday. Left him voicemails. Begging him for an explanation.
And two months and five days later, she still hasn't got one.
He stormed into the apartment they shared one day , looking flustered and pained when he looked her in the eye and stated that he didn't love her anymore. Tris didn't believe it. She didn't believe one word of it. She begged him to tell her the truth. But he didn't.
He continued on, to which Tris responded with an appropriate "Bullshit!"
Tris was in tears, pleading him to see reason, to trust her, to tell her but when Peter pushed her away and grunted out a "Don't ever call me again", Tris learnt her lesson. She still doesn't know why what had happened did happen, but that never stopped her from assuming.
If you think she stopped eating or started harming herself, then you're wrong again. She maybe heartbroken but she refused to give up. She tried to be strong and she was, until she received another letter.
This one from Michelle Hayes, the devil itself.
Tris eyes welled up with tears when she saw what the letter was about. She dropped down on the floor letting herself cry as she grasped the invitation accompanied by a gift basket. She quickly dialled Christina, needing her best friend, needing a solid shoulder to cry on.
"I'm here." Christina said, using her spare key to get into the poorly lit apartment. As she switched on the lights, she noticed packaging and ribbons sprawled on the floor. She cautiously walked into Tris's bedroom and saw her best friend quietly munching on a few Belgium chocolates.
"Hey." Christina said softly, placing an arm on her friend's hand. Tris immediately pulled away.
"Drop the tone Chris. I don't need you talking to me like I'm five." Tris spat out.
"Okay, but if you're going to be a cold hearted bitch I'm not gonna sit here listening to your shit. Go find yourself a new best friend." Christina said.
Ouch. Rude much?
Tris smiled at her best friend who's hard eyes softened.
"What happened?"
"Peter's getting married."
"What?" Christina spluttered. It was probably the first time, the sharp tongued blabbermouth was speechless.
Tris handed over the invitation wiping her chocolate covered fingers on the maroon and gold paper.
She dug the gift basket filled with all sorts of goodies for something else to eat. When she pulled out a pack of homemade cookies, Christina's hand smacked hers.
"You've already finished the full set of chocolates. If you keep going on, those sharp edges are going to replaced."
"Are you insinuating that I'm getting fat?" Tris snickered, grabbing the packet of cookies back again.
"You could be getting curves, not in the places you need though." Christina said glancing down.
"Okay, okay. You're got like natural Katy Perry goods. You're fabulous." Tris said, throwing the packaging at her.
"Just shut up and read it out loud." Tris said, grabbing the bag of Ben and Jerry's.
"Dear Trisha… Wait Trisha? Are you sure this is for you?" Christina said showing the card.
"Oh yeah, it's definitely for me. That Botox faced old hag thinks it freaking funny to keep saying my name wrong. I know, real mature, right?" Tris growled, pushing the card back into Christina's hands.
"You are invited to grace the joyous occasion of my son's wedding. My son, Peter Hayes…"
"Okay, stop it. I don't want to hear you read it. It's some bullshit about how he's a angel from heaven and his love story."
"Love story?" Christina said skimming the long ass letter.
"Oh yeah. Apparently he and his fiancé are a match made in heaven. They knew each other since they were seven and they loved each other ever since. They met …"
Tris's rant was interrupted by Christina
"Wait, back the fuck up. Molly Atwood? That's who he's getting married to?" Christina said, holding the invite.
"Yeah, no shock there." Tris rolled her eyes.
"What do you mean?" Christina said taking a big scoop of the ice cream.
"Christina, isn't it obvious? Peter is the successor to his father's empire. He needs a trophy wife and who better than Molly, whose dad is someone who could help Hayes Constructions."
"You know, I thought Peter could never stoop lower. That's shallow." Christina said, hoping she could do something for her friend.
"But what if it's true Christina? What does that make me? Some weekend fling?"
"You know that's not true. He loved you with all his heart. What you guys had was real. He just… maybe he could have explained this to you. It's obviously not his decision."
"We don't know that. And that's what's killing me."
"Hey, you'll get over it. I know you will." Christina reassured Tris with a genuine smile which Tris failed to return.
"What I don't understand, is why you're invited?" Christina asked.
"I got another letter attached to this one. It's from Peter." Tris said. "That's what got me crying."
"What's it about?"
"He personally asked me to come. He said I was the biggest part of his life for the past 3 years and so he wants me to be there. He wants me to be strong and find happiness. He said he's sorry." Tris said, he voice cracking a little.
"Why is he sorry Chris? What did he do? He broke up with me right? And he's clearly moved on. I just… I don't know. I don't know anything. Why it happened? what happened? I'm just out of the loop here." Tris said, her eyes welling up again. She sniffled, wiping a lone tear.
"Ask him."
"What?" Tris breathed out.
"You need closure. You need to know the whole story. Ask him. Then both of you can move on." Christina advised.
"I've already asked him a thousand times."
"Then ask him again. Try harder. Tris, this is the man you love. How can expect to get over him so easily? You need to fight harder. You're not a damsel in distress. You need to woman up and stop crying. Fight for him." Christina said, sitting up straighter.
"Chris, he's getting married." Tris reasoned.
"So what? He loves you."
Tris sighed. "What's your plan?"
Tris weakly smiled, as Christina grinned and said, "Let's work it over some Takeout Thai."
As the two best friends feverishly planned over Project Fight For Peter, Tris found another letter, underneath all the goodies in the gift basket.
"What the fuck? Another freaking letter?" Christina cursed.
"Apparently." Tris said as she opened the pink invite.
"Dear Tris," Tris read out loud, "We, Peter and Molly, would love if you could come join us on our bachelor trip. We've decided to have a small tour of Belgium and Paris for 7 days. There will be a total of 15 to 20 close friends. This will be a trip to cherish forever. It will help us to bond and come closer. At the end of the day, you don't get judged by the amount of money you have, you get judged by the number of lives you've brightened. The itinerary is attached to this letter. Call either one of us to confirm your presence in this trip."
"Fuck me." Christina muttered. "They're going all out, aren't they?"
"Well, this throws a spanner in the works."
"Actually, it doesn't. It gives you more time. You get to spend about 10 days with Peter."
"You know, there are going to be 15 other people. And I know all of them. This is gonna be super awkward."
"Unless… You go with a date."
"What?"
"Look, guys think with their dicks just like girls think with their hearts when it comes to relationships. The best plan to get Peter back is playing hard to get."
"That's the most stupid thing you've said till now."
"No, just hear me out. If you go there and act all desperate, it's gonna be a huge turn off. Make him jealous. Make him want you more and then you can play the desperate act. They are more chances of him caving if you do this."
"I… I don't know Chris."
"He said he wants you to move on, right? Show him you have. That'll have only two outcomes. One, he'll be super happy and selfless and shit or two, he'll go Neanderthal, like crazy possessive and want you back."
Christina had a clear point which Tris could clearly see.
"Come on… You know I'm right."
"You always are." Tris muttered and caved.
"Let's go through with the plan once more." Christina said as Tris whined.
"I don't want you to screw up, Tris." Christina retorted.
"I won't Mom!" Tris said, rolling her eyes. "There's nothing to screw up in this plan. Frankly speaking, it's stupid."
"No, it's not. It's full proof. Go ask for Tori Wu and she'll help you out. Be clear about what you want or else you'll be stuck spending ten days with some pervert."
"How do you know about this agency anyway?" Tris said, looking at the business card.
"Stop saying agency, it sounds foreign. It's called Dauntless and they cater to our every need. It's useful, to be honest."
"Aren't they like wedding planners?" Tris said, remembering the recent wedding she attended.
"Yeah they planned Shauna's wedding, if that's what you're asking, but the also deal all sorts of things."
"You still didn't answer my question."
"I hired an escort once." Christina said, sheepishly.
"What? Oh my God, when?" Tris asked, sitting up. She wondered how her friend had never mentioned it before.
"Relax, it's nothing to worry about. You know how horrible my family get-togethers are. I didn't want to be berated by my relatives about why I was single. So, I hired a super hot British hunk and yeah…"
Tris wiggled her eyebrows and Christina snorted.
"Is this your weird way of asking me for details?"
"Maybe."
"Well, he did this thing with his tongue…"
"Oh my God! Stop!" Tris said, covering her ears, blushing hard.
"Prude!" Christina snickered.
"Hi. I'm looking for a woman named Tori Wu." Tris said to the boy who greeted Tris once she entered the office, the next day.
"Yeah, she's actually out. She'll be back soon. Can I be of any assistance?"
"No, I'm sorry. I'm specifically looking for her."
"Alright then, have a seat. I'll call you once she's back."
As Tris sat on the plush sofas in the lounge, taking in her surroundings.
Soon enough, a reasonably tall woman with dark hair and angular grey eyes barged in shouting at someone over the phone.
"Look, I want the flowers to be changed immediately. It's a big budget wedding, Lawrence. How can you not know that the bride is allergic to daisies? No one asked you to use your creativity. Just do what they asked you to do! I can't screw up her big day because of incompetent dweebs like you! The next time I hear your stupid voice, it has to be telling me that the petunias have been arranged, got it?"
"Ms. Wu, that lady has been waiting for you. Says she needs to speak only to you." The boy said and Tori glanced over at Tris, motioning her to come into her office.
"Sorry about that. You know how pressurising weddings can be." Tori said grinning. "How can I help you?"
"Umm… Hi, I'm Tris. Christina said she'll talk to you about me. I'm assuming she has."
"Christina?" Tori questioned.
"Um Christina, you know, Christina Kravitz."
"No, I'm afraid I don't know any Christina." Tori said, clueless.
"Oh, you… you don't."
"Well, if she sent you here and told you to ask for me, she probably knows me. I just… I can't place a face to the name. I'm losing my touch. But again, how can I help you?"
"Well I … I was Christina had already told you because I'm totally new to this and I don't know how to say it." Tris mumbled.
"Are you looking for an escort, dear?" Tori said, with a teasing smile.
"No!" Tris exclaimed, turning beet red. "I… You see, it's kind of a long story."
"Well, shorten it. It's obvious I'm busy around here."
"Well, my fiancé, who I'd been dating for about 3 years suddenly left me and is now getting married to someone else. What I thought was… Well, I was… I want to make him jealous or … no, I want to get him back… by making him … jealous. Yeah. Does that make sense?"
"A little." Tori said chuckling. "Tell me the whole story, dear. I can help you only then."
"But aren't you busy?"
"I think I can manage. It's not everyday I get to deal clients like you."
"Wow, that's rough. And he still hasn't given you an explanation?" Tori said, poring herself another glass of wine.
"No." Tris said, taking the last sip from her glass.
"Well, he seems like an asshole, to be honest. I don't think you should try to get him back at all. Make him regret losing you. At the end of the day, Revenge is sweet."
"I'm not looking for revenge, Tori. I just… Like I said, I want closure."
"And I'll help you get it." Tori said, raising her glass. "It's a promise."
"Thank you." Tris said gratefully.
"Shall I contact you later? I have to find someone perfect for the job."
"Take your time. The wedding is in two months."
"Great. So I'll call you when I find someone, okay?"
"Perfect. Thank you again, Tori. And we have to go get drinks later, okay?" Tris asked and Tori nodded in response.
AN: So, that's the edited version. Do you like it? Do you hate it? Whatever it is, I'd love to hear all about it, so don't forget to review or send a PM, kay? I'll try to knock out a few chapters this week and then we can work out a schedule. Also, I'm officially back. I don't think there'll be any huge breaks till another year.