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"It's nothing to others, but it means something to you. We all have one or two of those things." -Sassy Go Go
The blue beam shines brightly on the large poster paper, where I have formed a couple of words for our 'protest'. So there I was, with Robert, both of us sitting cross legged on the laundry machines, at midnight, scheming a plan for my redemption of Divergent. The smell of flowery and sweet scents fill the air of the detergent and it clouds my mind a little, but I wasn't ready to rest yet, not until we have something to work with.
"How did you possible come up with this idea?" Robert asks, keeping his hands steady as he holds the torch over the poster beside me.
"Hey, anybody can come up with-"
"Not you," He replies.
I stop writing and throw the marker down. "Hey. Are you here to help me or not?" I proceed with a glare at him and he stares back blankly, before I give up my anger and we both start laughing.
After we have calmed down a bit, I grab the marker again and continue to jot down a few sentences of our protest for the poster, until we start hearing footsteps come our way.
We both duck down quickly, since there is a giant beam in front of us, that blocks other people's vision when we need to hide.
The lights go on and I hold my breath, praying that it wouldn't be a teacher. Or worse... Jeanine.
It was only a few seconds before I finally regain some courage to look up at our intruder.
Molly.
A sigh of relief escapes me and I sit up, but Robert hesitates a bit. "Gosh, Molly!"
She approaches us, wearing a white sweater and pj shorts with a neat bun and gracefully cocks her head to the side, questioning us.
"What are you doing?" Her eyes scan our poster and I make a sound of dismissal.
"Well, I can't just give up," I explain. "I'm doing everything I can." I give her a smile but her eyes stay on our poster, her lips pursed, and her thoughts unreadable.
"As you should..." I go back to writing my final ideas and Robert beside me, looks up at Molly curiously. "But I'm worried. Will a single act by you work?" I frown a little at her negativity. "Why don't you ask Tobias to do it with you?"
My head snaps up again. "He also got some punishment points, you know..." She informs me. It was strange for her to suggest this, knowing our history and all, but I don't question it too much.
"No way!" I refuse. "What if he gets in trouble too? Frankly, I have nothing to lose, but he's one of the good students... Like you" I nod to her.
"Rank 2 would be happy," Robert speaks up. "If Tobias gets in trouble, and get his grades dropped... They would be first place then."
My frown deepens. "What crap are you spewing?" I turn my head to face him. "Molly is the one ranked second!"
He looks up at me with big dark chocolate and oblivious eyes. "Who's Molly?"
My mouth hangs open, agape like a fish's, and I feel like twisting both of his eyeballs. "Gosh, Rob! You total idiot!" I point at Molly, who is looking around uncomfortably, and crossing her arms in attempt to regain a little bit of her pride. "This is Molly! She and I share dorm rooms! We're roommates!"
I look back to Molly with apologetic eyes. "He's unsocial like this, please understand," I say, with the sarcasm aimed at Robert. But he doesn't budge and continues to stare at Molly blankly, like he isn't in the least embarrassed.
Molly musters up a smile and nods. "It happens..." I look back at Robert disappointedly and he shrugs. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
"Oh yeah! I need to practise with you for the music class! Our second piece." I make puppy dog eyes at her and pucker my bottom lip out. "Pleaseeee..."
"Hurry and finish up! I'll wait." She gives a kind smile and I grin.
MOLLY POV (Written in 3rd person)
She walks out of the laundry room with her hands to her hips, feeling a bit of heat rising up from inside of her. She brings her hand up to her mouth and start biting her nails, a habit that started when she started smoking cigarettes.
The conversation with her instructor from last time enters her mind.
"Tobias Eaton," Ms Reyes announced. A picture of him pops up on the screen and Molly leans in a bit. Not in interest in his image, though; not like the other girls. Maybe it was the fact that he was her rival, that didn't allow her to even think about him in that way, but no, she was much more superior, with more important things to worry about, than how to act or talk in front of Tobias Eaton.
He was an obstacle that she needed to eradicate. He was in the way of her becoming rank 1: To being the best.
"He's such a genius," Ms Reyes gushes. "No matter what you do, you won't be able to beat him." Molly crossed her arms and leaned back again, trying to uphold her superior exterior.
"You have to find another way to win. you can create some glitches on his report card." Ms Reyes smiled deviously. "These are the ones you should be close to."
The screen transitioned into another picture of a guy in Molly's physics class. "His father owns a big company in all parts of Asia." Then to another picture, but now of a girl she was already friends with. "Her mother owns a fashion line in France."
"His uncle owns a law firm."
"Her father is the District Attorney."
It goes on and on, until Ms Reyes finally turned off the projector and smoothed out her pencil skirt, then proceeded to Molly with a cat like smile with her thin wine lips pressed together that was spread out unnaturally on her face.
"They are all bound to go to Ivy League schools." She crossed her arms. "You know you lack one thing."
"What is that one thing you always say I lack again, huh?" Molly challenged, her tone defensive and attacking.
Ms Reyes strutted towards her with pursed lips. Molly in turn, stared up at her in contempt. "All work and no play, makes Jack a dull boy," Ms Reyes recited, leaning in.
Molly closed her eyes and gave a half sigh-half growl. "Impact. You're lacking impact. Just your academic successes aren't enough. These schools aren't only looking for that. They need more." She backed away and crossed her arms again. "It would be way too easy then.
You lack something that will attract the admission committee. I'm working on it now." She smiled at Molly.
"You should," Molly said. "Considering how much you're getting paid."
Ms Reyes smirked and Molly rolled her eyes, then kicked her chair away to stand up, and grabbed her bag, getting ready to leave when Ms Reyes spoke up. "By the way... Keep your distance from a student named Beatrice Prior."
Molly turned her body towards her, intrigued by her words, and wondered how she knew about their 'friendship'. "She has nothing to offer. She doesn't get good grades, nor is she from a good family."
Molly nodded in agreement. "She isn't smart either."
"I'm sure."
"She would do anything... Even for a lollipop," Molly explained. "She will come in handy when I need her."
TRIS POV
I can feel so many eyes prying on my back but I don't let that distract me. I continue to sticky tape the corner of the posters onto the wall next to the school's bulletin notice boards. However, I can't help but let a few people break through my selective hearing.
"Gosh, is she crazy?"
"What does she have to make a big deal about?"
"Her club was annoying anyway."
I sigh, then side glance to my left to see our home group teacher. I jump back, startled at his presence. He scans the poster from top to bottom and shakes his head disapprovingly. (A/N: Changed his name to James Tucker, instead of Max Anderson. I'm making 'Anderson' Molly's last name now :) )
"You're supposed to come early and put up such a thing! Do you have a death wish?"
I frown. "I'm not really a morning person, you see, sir."
"How can you be so open about this!" He patronises, gesturing the small crowd behind me with his arms. This is what I liked about Tucker. He wasn't like the other teachers that asshole all around the place. He was truly one of a kind. "What if other teachers see this?"
He tsk's me and continues to shake his head but then his eyes linger on my poster, his expression focused. "You should highlight the important messages here, and all..." I look to where he was pointing, and it really did peak my interest, since the poster does look kind of plain.
"Where should I highlight, sir?" But his attention was somewhere else. I glance up at him to see that he was looking at the end of the hallway where... Eric was.
He speed walks to where we were and James Tucker clears his throat loudly. "What do you think you're doing?!" He says to me.
"Wha-But you just-" Then it hits me. Eric has the authority to fire him as a teacher so he's trying to make it like he's telling me off.
Then he looks to the other students that are hanging around and hisses at them. "Guys! Hurry up and get to your classes! Quick!"
They all scatter around like ants as Eric charges at them. "Hey you there, stop!" Eric wavers around and manages to catch a few people to give them penalty points.
"Get out of here Prior!" Tucker urges, trying to save me. Then he raises his voice so that Eric can hear him. "Take that poster down right now!" He shouts, changing his demeanour.
... ... ...
For the whole day, I set posters up all over the school, for it to be taken down by Eric. But I don't stop, and keep putting them up every time he tears it down again. I feel the rush of determination that I have never felt before. What I feel is different and it drives me to finally stand up for my friends and for myself, rather than sticking under the dirt and allowing everyone to step all over me.
My fellow students, now that we're gone, do you feel at ease?
Teachers who turn the other cheek from Divergent,
Now that we're gone, do you feel better?
Are you happy after discriminating?
If so, are you even human?
-Divergent
:)
I'm in Mr Tucker's math class and as soon as I settle down on my desk, I immediately feel sleepy, even seeing a few Z's escape my mouth. Nearly.
I look toward the front where Zeke was sitting, drumming the table with his fingers. Then I look to Marlene in the back who's trying to balance a pen on her nose. We all haven't spoken for the whole day after yesterday. My heart contracts a bit but I just lay my head on the table, with my cheek on the cold surface.
Tobias who is only two tables away from my left, takes his notebook out from his bag and begins to jot something down with his pen, scratching his soft lips with his thumb then stares tentatively at his work. He bites his lip and I nearly swoon. Damn him. Damn the world. Damn him. Damn the universe.
He suddenly glances my way, his dark ocean eyes locking with my clear ones for a brief moment before I squeeze my eyes shut and pretend to sleep. But not long after, Mr Tucker's voice sounds off and I sit up again, avoiding Tobias' questioning gaze.
"Well, guys. Got some horrible, horrible news." The way Tucker said made it sound like it wasn't horrible at all but he did gain the class's attention. He grabs a box from his table at the front, and begins to walk along our row of desks.
"New rule." He holds the box up for us to see. "Phones will be collected, until the end of the day, where you will come by my office and claim it back!"
We all groan, and I slide down from my seat even further.
"Why?"
"What a stupid rule!"
"Now I can't listen to music in class."
"Stop complaining so much, geez guys." He comes round the desks and we all plop our phone into the box hesitantly, and some, aggressively.
"There was a recent... Unfortunate incident," He informs us, trying to find the right words to describe it. "For that reason, it's a temporary measure to set things right." I glance to the front row at Molly who isn't listening to a word he's saying, continuing to scribble vigorously on her notebook. Well, she sure knows what she's doing.
"I hope you don't resent me for this too much," He says. "Now," He sets the box down on the front table and clap his hands together. "On with our interesting lesson now."
We all groan loudly, and some of the girls crosses their arms and glare at me, their eyes shooting daggers. I raise my eyebrows and sink into my seat even further.
Why are they looking at me like that?
Before I can develop any theories, I catch Jeanine Mathews outside of the classroom, inspecting our class, with wolf like eyes, and a hunger for more consequences.
"Why do you think they took our phones?" I ask Robert, as we're walking to the cafeteria for lunch.
He stops to a halt in his tracks and I do too. "Didn't you hear?"
"Wha-what?" I ask, as a feeling of dread creeps into me. What now?
"Your posters. They totally blew up!" I raise my eyebrows. "Blew up? How?"
"It's all over the media and the school's online portal. Your poster was shared more than 1000 times. Parents and teachers... Every one saw it."
"I-" I jumping up and down, gripping Robert's sleeve. "This is awesome!" I stop and lean in a bit closer to him like I'm sharing a secret. "It might even reach the Education Department."
He smiles and gives a shrug. "Maybe." I start squealing loudly in delight and earn myself few stares but I don't care.
This was what I wanted to happen.
"Hey, I think I may have forgotten my basketball in class! Wait for me in the cafeteria, yeah?" I tsk him and give him a look of disapproval.
"Be quick!" He speeds off and I continue to my path to the cafeteria with my stomach growling at me along the way.
I grab a tray and start lining up for food, moving across the food table and picking a few things as I go along the way. But there are mostly only vegetables at this end of the table, but thankfully the line moves fast. I bring the a fork to my mouth and bite on it's ends, trying to contain my hunger.
But then I suddenly notice my surroundings, like it was the first time and bring my fork down again, as soon as I realise so many people are staring at me. No. They were glaring, with scrunched up faces and firing eyes. I cower a bit but still have the courage to meet their icy gaze. The line moves forward, and I attempt to focus on my dying hunger again, but I suddenly don't have an appetite anymore.
I feel multiple eyes burning me from the back and I turn around to a few girls whispering to each other, holding their food trays, as they gossip. Molly is actually right behind me in the line, but she doesn't acknowledge me, and continues loading her tray with lettuce and vegetables. Maybe she just didn't see me yet.
I move forward in the line, when suddenly my tray is slapped right out of my hand. I look up in shock, with eyes wide and alert.
"What do you think you're doing!" I yell to the guy. He places his hands in pocket and another guy (presumably his friend) joins him.
"How can you possible eat now, you bitch?" He taunts.
My forehead creases and I clench my teeth. "And why shouldn't I?" I remark.
"Don't you know we're grounded for two weeks?" The other guy demands, seething. "There is a notice in the hallway..."
But that's when I kind of blank out. When, in the corner of my eye, I see Molly stalking off. Betrayal stings me and I step back a bit, feeling a bit of helplessness seeping through.
"Because of this lunatic, we're not allowed to go out for two fucking weeks!" He points a accusatory finger at me and faces our audience. "They saw the damn photo on our phones of your little stunt!" He spits.
"Why did you even repost it then?" I scoff.
He takes a menacing step forward and growls. "This was going viral all over the school! How could anybody predicted that the Education Department would notice?!"
"It-it did?" I say in a hush whisper, letting it in sink in. I look to the ground, trying to regain my thoughts, but I'm brought back to the present when he tauntingly shoves me in on the shoulder, causing me to tumble backwards a bit.
"That isn't the damn point you idiot!" He growls. The girls that were whispering about me earlier speaks up. "And we scheduled all these private tutoring sessions for the exam too! How will you pay for it?" They cry.
"How will you be responsible for this?" They boy repeats threateningly. "Do you know how much the private tutoring costs? More than your bloody life!"
Tears begin to sting in my eyes and I ball up my fists, turning my face away, feeling small and weak.
"Why did you have to act up? If you are dumb, you should've just stayed low in the dirt!" 'If you have nothing, grovel...' The words of Tobias Eaton enters my mind and I bite the inside of my cheek to contain the tears. It was pointless now though, I'm already trembling.
"Huh? Why?" He shoves me again and I stagger back, and this time, my back hits the table, causing a sharp pain to electrocute through my spine.
"That's enough."
I know that voice. All too well, really.
I glance at the owner of that voice and everyone does the same. He stands, holding an empty tray, and behind him was Peter who even made him look much more powerful. Peter had the tough robust front and Tobias gives a smirk, playing the peacemaker.
"Well, this lunatic-" The guy starts to explain, but Tobias cuts him off.
"Let's eat. The food is getting cold." Even though he's saying it in a playful manner, there was a prominent force behind his words.
They nod hesitantly and everyone begins to settle back into their own stuff, and I'm left with my tears. I slowly look up, to see him gazing at me, his eyes searching my glossy ones, as my lips tremble and my throat begins to close up.
I bolt out of there before I can lose anymore of my pride.
"Why did you ban all of the kids from going out?" I ask, my voice void of any emotion.
James Tucker doesn't look up. "It was for them to focus on their education more."
"No," I say, feeling hollow. "That's not it. You're doing this to outcast me."
With this he looks up. "Then I will keep my frickin' mouth shut."
"Enough!" He demands. Then he looks around a bit, trying to not attract any of the other teacher's attention. But the office was basically deserted with only a few staff focusing on their own thing.
"You acting this way won't change much," He says, giving me an empathetic look. "It's how the world works!"
The corners of my mouth curves down and I give in. "I don't care! Please just tell me who reported the kiss!" He rolls his eyes and carries on what he was doing. "Everything started from there!" I insist.
He stands up, holding his books. "I said enough." He looks me dead in the eye. "Go back to class, Tris." Then he brushes past me an I let the tears fall once again.
I sigh and shuffle my feet to turn around, when something catches my eye.
I bite my lip and force myself to make the decision. I look around first, see if there are any suspicious eyes on me, but the coast was clear.
It wouldn't hurt right? Nobody will know... I reach out my hand and grab sir's phone from the corner of the table. I turn it on and slide the screen, knowing that Mr. Tucker wasn't one to set passcodes. He probably doesn't even know how.
I click on messages, and an invisible force in my lungs knocks my breath away as I look at the first name that pops up, along with same picture of me and Tobias that was on the notice boards.
My face darkens and I clutch the phone harder until my knuckles turn white.
No way...
Thank you for making it this far :'D. It was a pretty long chapter wasn't it?
So who did you think dobbed on Tris and Tobias?
Please tell me what you think about all this :)
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~Kim xo