Admirer
Chapter 1
(Tris)
I walk down the hall, my cardigan wrapped tightly around my small, fragile frame and everyone stares at me. Before I was fat, now I'm too thin and every thinks I'm an attention seeking bitch because I have anxiety and I don't eat. People seem to think that these problems aren't real and that I'm doing all of this for attention. I'm not, if I could stop, if I could get better, I would, but I can't. I just can't.
I get to my locker and open it. Another rainbow rose sits in it, with another note attached to it.
'You are so beautiful, never forget it.' I clutch It to my chest and grab my books before taking the rose to the nurses office where my aunt, Tori, works.
"Keep this for me." I murmur softly and she smiles at me, putting it in a vase.
"Of Course Bea-Bear." I smile at my aunt and the bell rings for class. I love home economics which is my next class because I share my station with someone who doesn't say mean things about me, or judge me, or anything. His names Eric Coulter. He's the hardass of the school, covered In tattoos, piercings, wears black and leather, rides a motorcycle. He's infamous for getting in fights and he's oddly protective of me in Home Ecs. We sit next to one another and he won't take any shit towards me.
I wander into the class and take my seat next to Eric who's sitting, drumming his fingers on the table.
"Good Morning." I mutter and he turns to give me a gentle smile, resting a hand on my own on the table.
"How are you this morning?" Eric asks and I give a tight smile, trying to ignore the teasing.
"Alright I guess." I murmur and he plays with my fingers, twisting my rings gently.
"Bitch!"
"Whore!"
"Skinny Cunt!" I lay my head in my arms on the table and I feel Eric squeeze my hand tightly. He gets me to sit up and I see a look on his face that scares me.
"You're fucking beautiful. You're so fucking beautiful. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise, understood?" I nod my head and pout gently as he holds onto me tightly. He strokes my cheek and holds me tightly, warding anyone else.
The lesson draws to an end and Eric smirks at me, waiting for me to pack up before helping me up.
"You have frees all afternoon right?" I nod gently and he takes my bag from my shoulder.
"You're coming with me to get lunch then. I know a great place." I look at him nervously and he places a hand on my lower back, pushing me towards the door. People whisper and stare as we walk down the hallway and Eric glares at them all, scaring them off.
"C'mon, let's go." He says when we reach his motorcycle and he offers me a helmet.
"What? No? I can't go on that." He chuckles and puts the helmet on my head, strapping it into place.
"Come on, on you get." I reluctantly climb onto the back of the motorcycle and he pats his chest for me to hold on tightly.
"Hold on tight." I squeal as he starts off the bike and he chuckles again. His chuckle is so nice.
"Let's go."
By the time we reach the diner, I've been completely scared out of my mind. That bike is a complete deathtrap. He hugs me tightly and strokes my back soothingly.
"Come on, let's get some food." He leads me inside and I try to keep stride with him. He slows down so that I can keep up and touches my lower back.
"Eric! Who's this?" A nice looking lady with dark black hair and dark green eyes says and I smile widely.
"This is the girl I was telling you about, Tris." I look at Eric all confused and he smiles at me.
"Oh, hi Darling. Your booth's free Eric, sit where you always do. I'll get Mar to wait for you." Eric nods and leads me through the diner to a booth with his initials carved into it.
"How did you find this place?" He let's me shuffle in and gets into the booth with me, grabbing me a menu.
"Stumbled on it at 3am after a fight."