HELLO, EVERYONE! THIS IS MY 3RD STORY AND I HIGHLY HOOPE YOU ENJOY IT! IF YOU CLICKED ON THIS STORY, YOU DIDN'T MAKE A MISTAKE…LOL…BECAUSE AS SOME OF YOU MAY KNOW…I AM HORRIBLE AT SUMMARIES!
OKAY, SO WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, HERE IS CHAPTER 1 OF FOR BETTER OR WORSE!
Tris' P.O.V-
"Mom. Dad. Please don't make me go." I try to convince my parents, but I know they won't turn this car around and drive me home.
I fidget in the back seat as I realize that we are getting closer and closer to the auction building.
"Mom, this is not how I wanted to spend my 16th birthday," I sigh and stare out the window.
My mother shifts in her seat to turn around and look at me.
"I'm pretty sure you'll be fine, Beatrice. Your father bid on me and look where we are now," She smiles and points to my dad who is driving. "Just make sure you choose the right guy."
"Mom, what if no one bids on me?" I question and sit up in my seat.
"You'll become homeless…but we won't have to worry about that okay," My mother turns around in her seat and I silently rage.
I pretend that I'm choking her, but I'm only just really mad and scared about what could happen.
I could get a really sweet guy who bids on me, or I can get some sex driven teenager.
I drop my head and look at my clothes.
I'm wearing a white, knitted sweater that hangs off my shoulder, but I'm wearing a black tank top underneath. I have on some black skinny jeans and some brown uggs, too.
I would ask my mom this question, but I'd rather ask a guy…which is my dad.
"Dad?" I ask and he turns to look at me. "Do I look like a slut?"
I try to pull my sweater up so it doesn't show my left shoulder.
"No, Beatrice, you look like hooker," He rolls his eyes and I roll mine, too. "God, Beatrice, you'll be fine."
I nod and continue to stare out the window.
I just can't think about what I will look like towards those guys.
"Mom, should I leave my hair in this bun or should I let it do-" I begin, but my father cuts me off.
"We're here!" He shouts relieved.
They get out of the car, but I stay in.
"Beatrice!" My mother taps on the window to my right. "Come on."
I sigh and open my door to get out.
After I get out, I slam the door as hard as I can.
"Ah, teenagers…" my father smiles and shakes his head.
I look around us to see that we parked right in front of the building.
That means less walking, but also means less thinking to how to react when someone bids on me.
I notice other girls getting out of their parent's cars, and some of them are whining to their parents.
Asking how they look or is my mascara running or why did you bring me here or even do I look fat in this outfit.
They must have all turned 16 this year, because every year they hold this auction on the last day of December, which means that if you turn 16 the day before December 31st , you're still up for bidding.
I turned 16 last week and I was hoping that my parents wouldn't take me, but my parents never break the rules.
A family of 4 walks by us and the daughter smiles at me.
She's a caramel tin, and has short length hair that reaches her shoulders. Her parents also smile at me, but the little boy that walks by us does the rudest thing ever.
He sticks out his tongue and sets a finger in either ear, as if he's making fun of me.
I return the gesture, and he simply starts making a fart noise with his tongue and spit flies everywhere.
I do the same and he just gives me a death glare.
I gag and my parents begin to pull me along, inside the building.
We pass millions of girls, until my mom shows me to a room that the girls are going into.
"This is where you'll chill for a second with the girls until they start calling your names." My mother and father hug me. "We'll be in the parent section when you get on stage, sweetheart. See you in a bit."
I watch as they walk towards the hall with the other parents and I sigh.
I inhale a breath and push the door in to walk in.
I gasp as I see a lot of girls putting on extra makeup, and doing their hair.
The girl from earlier, the one with the brother, walks up to me and shakes my hand violently.
"Hey, I'm Christina," She smiles.
"Hi…I'm Beatrice…" I say awkwardly, shaking back her hand a little more softer than what she did.
"Beatrice?" Christina looks up at the ceiling. "No, no, no. Won't do."
I perk up an eyebrow.
"What about…" She taps her chin. "Tris…that's a cute name."
"Yeah, whatever," I say slowly and nod my head, agreeing to the nickname she gave me.
"Hey it's time, girls!" yells a woman as she peeks in through a curtain on the other side of the room.
All of the girls make and ear bursting squeal, and they all file out of the huge room, following the lady who told us it was time.
Christina pulls me along and I screech as it feels like she is about to yank my arm out of it's socket.
We end up behind a stage, but curtains are covering us.
The woman from earlier rubs her hair back as she calls, "Max!"
A man with chocolate skin runs onto the stage with a mic in hand.
"Sorry, I'm a bit late," He groans as he buttons up his suit that was wrongly put on. "Let's get on with the show, shall we."
The woman shoos us back stage and Max follows, too.
"Okay, who's going first?" He questions, but no one dares answer nor raise their hand.
"No volunteers. Okay, I'll choose myself," Max looks beyond our group and his eyes land on the girl next to me, Christina. "You. You're going first."
A sigh of relief washes over me.
"And you will go next," Max points at me and I sigh in frustration, but I manage a small smile.
Christina smiles at me and I say, "You'll be fine."
She looks down at the outfit she's wearing. She has on some black boots, blue skinny jeans and a white shirt that flares out at the sleeves.
"Thanks, Tris. We should go out for some food sometime," Christina replies.
I can't help but grin.
The curtains to the stage go up and I peek out the back stage.
"Okay, are you guys ready!" Max yells into the microphone and the huge audience of guys erupt into millions of shouts.
"Here is our first contestant!" Max shouts and Christina walks out onto the stage.
I keep looking, hoping no one will notice that I'm watching.
"Hello, young girl, and what is your name?" questions Max and he leans the mic towards Christina's mouth.
"It's Christina Kravitz," She answers and smiles to the crowd. (just had to…lol)
The crowd shouts many compliments and they even whistle.
Max smiles and continues, "Well, why don't we start bidding."
Christina nods.
"Okay, who would love to buy this beautiful girl for $500!" Shouts Max.
Half of the crowd raise their hands and I can't help but smirk. Of course she gets a lot of guys that want her.
"1,000 dollars!" yells a man.
"5,000 dollars!" shouts another.
"15,000 dollars!" yells a boy with blonde hair and everyone gets quiet.
"Going once! Going twice! So-" Max begins, but a male voice shouts instantly,
"20,000 dollars!"
Christina smiles and disbelief that she is about to get sold for 20,000 dollars.
"Going once! Going twice! Sold to Will in the back!" Max shouts and Will walks up to the stage and gives Christina a peck on the cheek.
Christina's face slightly turns red and she hugs Will.
I smile as they embrace.
Will looks over to me and I stare into his green eyes.
He runs a finger through his brown hair and hugs Christina some more.
I can already tell that they'll be together anyways.
They walk off stage together, but before exiting, Christina passes by her family and hugs them all.
Her little brother gives Will the death glare, and Will steps back a little.
The little boy looks about 7 and he's even freaking me out…he's like a protective little brother.
Oh…that's why he gave me the death glare. He thought I was checking his sister out!
Fuck! Not a very good first impression...how did I look at Christina that made him go all off?
My thoughts are interrupted when Max says, "Here is our next contestant!"
I take a deep breath and walk onto the stage.
The audience shouts words like, wow, she's hot, or oh my god, I want her, or dude that girl is from heaven.
I feel heat rise in my cheeks as some whistles are heard in the crowd, too.
"And what is your name?" questions Max and he puts the microphone a few inches away from my lips.
"Uh, it's Tris Prior," I reply and the crowd shouts out compliments again.
"Okay, who would love to have Tris for 500 dollars?" asks Max.
I'm so serious when I say that the whole audience raised their hands.
"2000 dollars!" yells a voice, but someone counters and says,
"Fuck it! I want her for 20,000 dollars!"
I smirk at the price that I'm being sold at.
"30,000 dollars!" Shouts a deep voice and he raises his hand, but I can't see his face.
"50,000 dollars!" Yells two voices at the same time.
Everyone silences and Max shouts, "Who said that?"
Two hands raise at the same time.
"Come up here!" Shouts Max through the mic.
I look down as out of the corner of my eye, I see two bodies approach me on the stage.
I turn to Max and he rubs his forehead.
"Really, guys. Of course you two would go into competition in getting this girl," Max sighs.
I spin around to be met with two boys.
They're both fucking hot!
I silently fan girl inside of my head, but try to keep a straight face.
One of the guys has blonde hair, but it's cut in a fashionable way. He also is wearing a black suit with a red tie, and he has icy blue eyes.
The other is wearing a gray button up shirt with blue jeans, the casual wear. He has midnight blue eyes and short brown hair.
I feel like I'm going to faint.
"Uh, you two always want competition, don't you?" Max asks from behind me.
The two boys look at each other and shrug.
"Okay, um, we'll just have to work something out…Tris, since two guys are bidding you for the same price, we'll do it like this." Max says and I face him.
"So you'll spend a week with these guys and then you get to choose. You'll be with Eric during the daytime, but with Four during night time. There. Easy schedule."
I nod and turn back towards the boys.
"Hey, I'm Eric," says the one with the blonde hair and we shake hands.
It feels like my wrist is going to break, but I try my best to hold the yelp that builds inside me.
After we finish shaking hands, the other guy smiles a toothy smile, showing off his perfect white teeth.
Wup, already like him!
"I'm Four. Nice to meet you, Tris," we shake hands and when my skin makes gentle contact with his skin, I almost melt. He shakes my hand gently, careful not to hurt it.
"Okay, enough of that," Max says and steps between us. "You'll visit both of them for a week and next week, you'll come back and choose."
"Wha- Where am I going to go? I can't go back home then," I state and Max face palms his face.
"Just choose someone," he simply says, but it booms through the mic so the whole audience can hear.
I stare at both of them.
Eric and Four look around the stage, obviously waiting on what my answer is.
I like both of them already, but the only problem is…
Who do I choose?
WHO WILL SHE CHOOSE?! HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS FIRST CHAPTER AND REVIEW IF YOU WOULD LIKE MORE!
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