It's Friday and I'm currently at school. Me and my friends are at my locker all talking because we have nothing better to do. We all arrived a half hour before school officially started..even Uriah...which seriously leaves me suspicious. Did Mar stay over at his house or something and give him a responsibility check? Ehh, I guess it doesn't really matter.
"I can't stop thinking about the trip? Any ideas?" Christina asks. We all shake our heads and she groans. I'm so glad it's not impossible to lie to Chris..just incredibly hard. "Not even you, Uriah?"
He shakes his head no. "I'm afraid Zeke still isn't opening up to me." He just sighs. I start biting my cheek. I know what we're doing...but that's it. Nothing much. I stop the action immediately before Chris could take notice. I check the time. Just a few more minutes left..."I'll see you guys later. I need to head to class." I say. They nod their heads at me.
I start walking to class when I smell perfume. So much it's just repulsive. I'm shoved into the girls' bathroom and I see Nita, Molly, and Lauren. Of course.
"Four is mine, honey. 'Bout time you back off," Nita screeches. I stick my tongue out at her. Just teasing.
"Woah woah woah. Since when is he yours?" Lauren hisses. And just like that my teasing is forgotten.
"He's mine, bitches," Molly shouts at them. How surprising it is that they all forgot the task at hand to fight about the manwhore and who he's fucking next? "Wait, we're getting off topic." Whoops! Spoke too soon..guess Molly does have a brain.
They all turn their attention towards me and inch closer. I warily take a step back to give me time to analyze the situation. After I'm done, I come up with my obvious conclusion. They're going to beat me to a pulp. They take off their heels and shove me into a stall. They all come at me at the same time, one digging the heel into my skin, another beating me with the shoe..and somehow it actually hurts. I regain my senses and wait for the right moment. Once I'm sure it's come [hence one of the shoes' heels broke] I jump up while they're distracted and shove past them out of the bathroom. I have bruises and they're hurting like a bitch right now but I continue running off of pure adrenaline. I make it to math and once I sit down, the bell rings. I silently mutter a prayer of thanks. The teacher enters and doesn't even bother with a greeting. He looks around the room and seems to notice his "little princess" isn't here. He looks at me instantly. "Beatrice? Care to explain where my daughter is?"
"Honestly, sir, I have no idea," I reply shrugging. He raises an eyebrow. Just then, Nita and her minions burst through the door.
"That...little...bitch...," she pants. "made...me run..in...heels...around the entire...school."
"Why were you chasing her around the school? What did she do?" the teacher ask, panic and fury battling within him. Yup, just blame me.
"Your daughter tried to pummel me to death in a bathroom for hating Four," I smirk and say before she can come up with one of her lame excuses.
"You were so trying to steal him from me," she accuses, pointing her index finger at me.
"He was never yours," Lauren hisses under her breath quietly. Though, not quiet enough because Nita obviously heard her, judging from the screech that came from her lips. "In your dreams, fake ass." I sense a fight coming on..
"He was once mine, ya'know." Molly challenges. "Ya, how do you know he still isn't ours? Dating mutiple girls and yet satisfying them equally to have them come running back isn't exactly past him." Now Lauren is defending. I take a glance at Four and see him smirking as if he was the whole time (which he probably was) but before my gaze shifts back to the bitches, he catches me staring. He winks at me. The action sends a sense of déjà vu through me. I quickly look away. You know what'd be fun? If I were to go over to him and kiss him just to piss them off even more. Too bad my hatred and inexperience win so I stay planted in my seat. The bitches are still arguing over Four and Mr. Asshole is trying to calm them down, but I realize Nita is staring at me. She growls, making me assume that she saw Four and my exchange. Mr. Asshole sees she's not arguing anymore and looks at her. Once he does, he follows her gaze to me. "Everybody sit. We can deal with this later," he says motioning with his hands.
They all sit down, pay no attention, and wait for the drama to come. Figures. Once class is finished the teacher decides he'd rather deal with it Monday so he lets everyone go. I don't believe him at all...he's probably just trying to come up with a valid excuse with his daughter regarding why I should be in trouble.
I can see the teacher in French seriously wanting this trip she's been talking about to happen...oh well. I'm at lunch and we are all discussing ideas for what to do later today.
"How about we go to the swimming pool?" I suggest. They all agree. "Let's meet at my house," Uri says. "Once school is finished." We all say okay and they continue talking again. I notice Lynn and Mar still not talking. Ugh. How'd I forget to ask them about it?
I hope I remember today.
"Anyway, we're hosting a party tonight so after the pool you guys can come to my house to freshen up and get ready and stuff..." Uriah awkwardly says. I ponder it for a second. I don't think I can go. After all, I have that meeting with hell [Ian]. "Umm, I can't go anywhere tonight. I'm grounded." It's funny how easy lies can come to me at times.
"Trissy poooo," Uri whines. "How are you grounded but can come swimming with us?" Chrissy asks. I knew it'd be hard to convince her. "I'm grounded from parties. You know, after that last one?" I remind her. "You're still grounded?" she demands. I sadly nod my head. I must've played it well, though, for her to have actually believed me. She is a lie detector. She takes after her Candor parents. Again, the town she lives in. Or district, I guess you could call it. I told you it was complicated.
"How about you change the date? When are you available, Tris? I'm not letting you get out of a makeover that easily," Chris smirks. As long as she doesn't find out about the abuse I've been going through, and how it has only gotten worse over time. "I guess..." I check over dates in my head and decide on just getting this over with next week. So what if it costs me an extra beating? It's better than the pity I'd receive if my secret were to be told. "...next week," I conclude.
"Well then, I better hurry up and tell Zeke." I wonder why Uri looks so distraught. Then it occurs to me...but obviously not Will, who asks, "What are you in a hurry for?"
"Hehe. Well, remember back in middle school how we had this unique, yet popular idea of an invitation?" Will nods his head at him, urging him to continue. Wow. For a smart guy, he isn't really being smart. "Ya," he says slowly, still not comprehending. Uriah sighs, "Well, Zeke will be delivering that 'invitation' soon." Realization finally crosses his face and he looks around the table. He sees us waiting with anxious expressions for him to have finally gotten it and his cheeks turn crimson. Chris leans toward him and kisses one of them. He grabs her hand and they're both left staring into each other's eyes. We all clear our throat in unison and once they've taken in their setting [a school cafeteria filled with students, not the bedroom] they look down in embarrassment. Our whole table erupts into laughter.
"All this lovesick-crap aside, Tris, may you escort me to the less-awesomer brother's table?" I smirk at Uriah. It's funny seeing how he actually says words such as awesomer or pansycake.. "Why me?" I ask because I honestly am curious. "You and Four have a thing," he replies back simply. "Excuse me?" I screech. "Woah there, Trissy, I didn't mean it like that. More of...I don't know. I wouldn't consider you guys frenemies, but your hate thing is interesting." I just roll my eyes and follow him.
We get to their table and Uriah jumps on Zeke's back. Take into consideration that Zeke is sitting down, so instead of him being tackled to the floor, his nose almost breaks, but he composes himself before his nose and the table's edge make contact. "Who the hell is that?" he screeches. They are so alike, I swear. Well, once you get past the looks. He is slight and short and looks nothing like Uriah, apart from his coloring. On the other hand, Uriah is tall, with brown skin and dark eyes. Handsome. Still, I have no interest in either of them. "My name is Jeff," Uri stutters exactly like Channing Tatum did in "21 Jump Street". "Really? Because I would've guessed it was my idiot brother," he says confused. Then, after a few seconds, his expression returns back to the way it was. It was like he realized that it actually wasn't someone named "Jeff". And that probably is it. "Ya..um...Zeke? Can we throw it next week? Tris can't come tonight and mom is leaving for the weekend next week," Uriah says nervously. At the "Tris can't come tonight" part Four turns in his seat and looks up at me. Why did Uriah have to mention that part? "Sure sure," Zeke replies smoothly. "Why can't you come tonight?" Four narrows his eyes at me. I shrug. Obviously, that didn't satisfy him because he gets up from his seat and tugs my wrist, pushing through the crowd of bodies and leading me to a janitor's closet. He locks the door and leans against it, giving me room.
I just stare at him and he returns it. I sigh, "Are you going to say something or can I leave?" He looks at me and straightens up. "I was waiting for you to say something, such as an explanation."
"And if I were to tell you that you weren't receiving one?" I snarkily say.
"I'm blocking the exit," he points with his thumb to the door behind him. "and I don't think you could push past me that easily, if it isn't impossible."
I look him in the eye and start, "you already know why I can't. Can we stop now, please?" He doesn't say anything, just moves to stand beside me, leaving the door completely exposed. We both stare at each other, none of us moving to go. He starts to lean in but I remain where I am. I stand motionless, ready to accept his lips on mine though not wanting it. I finally get my senses returned and I clear my throat. "I've said a million times I'm not one of your sluts. When will you understand?" I have my hand on the doorknob and twist it. He lets me open the door and walk out, but he remains trailing behind. "I want to crush you. After all, you hate me and I want you to be affected by me like everyone else," he smirks. "You do know that it'll never happen as long as you're like this, right?" I raise an eyebrow at him. This man seriously needs to make up his mind...he's usually saying how he isn't trying to break me. I guess his intentions changed, or he was lying. "Yes, I do. Still doesn't hurt to try, though." I take his wrist and check the watch. It's almost time for music, might as well just go there instead of lunch and then there. He must realize that too because he starts leading the way there. It's not that I don't know how to get there [even if I don't know it that well], it's the fact that his legs are longer than mine which causes him to be faster. We reach the classroom and sit down in our seats, waiting for the others. Tori seems genuinely surprised at us entering together, totally ignoring the fact that we aren't sitting close or fraternizing, and has a smirk on her face. I know she's my favorite teacher and all but I really want to smack that smirk off her face. When it comes to Four, there really aren't limits. You could be the president and I'd smack you if you tried to say something like us being a cute couple or we totally like each other or whatever. Seriously, people need to stop with their false accusations. It seems as if Four was thinking the same thing because the words that leave his mouth are, "Will you please stop with that smirk?" He doesn't ask it rudely or politely, and somehow not one over the other. It seems as if the rudeness and politeness are balanced. She realizes we're uncomfortable with it and stops it immediately. Just then, the bell rings and students start rushing into the classroom. Once Uri comes he pulls my hand and leads me away from the others to ask, "what happened?" I shake my head. "It's nothing. Don't worry about it. But thank you, for coming to ask me...especially in private." He tells me that it was no problem and that's what friends are for and I give him a nice, lingering hug to show my gratitude. We go back to our seats and sit down. "What were you guys doing?" Will asks. "We just needed to discuss something," Uriah says with a smile and arm around Marlene. For some reason, I look back at Four and bite my lip. I don't know why I'm doing this, I just know that I am. I see Nita nuzzled into him and he doesn't seem to be paying me any attention. I slump back in my chair and look at Tori. She seems to have seen what I've done and gives me a wary look. Nevertheless, she continues with her class.
"I am just here to inform you that Art will be happening next week. I thought for today, we could just do what we usually do...sing a bunch of songs," she chuckles at the end. "So I don't think Al went before so he's up." She retreats back to her desk, providing Al with the space he'd probably want. He grudgingly gets up from his seat, draping his feet across the floor, and he finally makes it to the center. He thinks for a second and then starts singing "Talk Dirty" by Jason Derulo.
Jason
Jason Derulo
Get jazzy on it
[Jason Derulo:]
I'm that flight that you get on, international
First class seat on my lap girl, riding comfortable
'Cause I know what the girl them need,
New York to Haiti
I got lipstick stamps on my passport,
You make it hard to leave
[Jason Derulo:]
Been around the world, don't speak the language
But your booty don't need explaining
All I really need to understand is
When you talk dirty to me
Talk dirty to me
Talk dirty to me
Talk dirty to me
Get jazzy on it
[Jason Derulo:]
You know the words to my songs
No habla inglés
Our conversations ain't long
But you know what is
I know what the girl them want,
London to Taiwan
I got lipstick stamps on my passport
I think I need a new one
[Jason Derulo:]
Been around the world, don't speak the language
But your booty don't need explaining
All I really need to understand is
When you talk dirty to me
Talk dirty to me
Talk dirty to me
Talk dirty to me
[Jason Derulo:]
Uno, met your friend in Rio
Dos, she was all on me-o
Tres, we can ménage à three though
Quatro, ooh (2 Chainz!)
[2 Chainz:]
Dos Cadenas, close to genius
Sold out arenas, you can suck my penis
Gilbert Arenas, guns on deck
Chest to chest, tongue on neck
International oral sex
Every picture I take, I pose a threat
Bought a jet, what do you expect?
Her pussy's so good I bought her a pet
Anyway, every day I'm trying to get to it
Got her saved in my phone under "Big Booty"
Anyway, every day I'm trying to get to it
Got her saved in my phone under "Big Booty"
[Jason Derulo:]
Been around the world, don't speak the language
But your booty don't need explaining
All I really need to understand is
When you talk dirty to me
Talk dirty to me (you you you)
Talk dirty to me (yeah yeah)
Talk dirty to me (talk to me)
Talk dirty to me (oh yeah)
Get jazzy on it
What? I don't understand!
I can't help but notice how most of the time he was looking at me. I see others have noticed as well. I don't know what expression I have on right now, but let's just say I wouldn't be surprised if it conveyed horrified and pure terror. Al smirks and then winks at me and goes back to his seat. I sit there, not moving an inch. My brain isn't processing data either like it usually does. Tori clears her throat but I don't change. "From now on, I'd appreciate it if you actually picked appropriate songs, this is a school...and don't freak people out." Many people chuckle at her choice of words but I remain motionless. "I'd also like to say that um...class is dismissed. Feel free to use the extra time for whatever you please as long as it is within school regulations. Four? Do you mind?" He comes toward me and wraps me in his arms like last time. I'm carried to his car and he does exactly what he did last time, with the seatbelts and laying me down in the backseat. I grab his arm before he goes away and he stops and looks at me. "I feel like puking." He scrambles for things through the trunk after my revelation and brings a bucket. He places it right next to my head on the floor so I can just turn and vomit. He stares at me for a second and then sighs. He crouches near my head and says, "I'm sorry. I know we hate each other but this is one of those exceptions where I feel bad for you. You shouldn't have to go through that." He's caressing my hair and I'm just staring at him. He leans over me and kisses my forehead. When he tries to linger there, I shove him away. "Then what should I have to go through?" I didn't realize my voice had become raspy. "I'm just trying to say that I hate you but that...that was just awful. I mean, even I was creeped out. What happened to him? I don't remember Al being this way during your sixth grade. When did he become a pedophile?" he shakes his head, as if he's trying to rid his mind of the memories. "Of course. I'm a child to you," I roll my eyes. He seems amused now, "Yes, you are. And I have to say I cannot wait to see you going through adolescence." I grumble, "just start driving." He chuckles but gets in the driver's seat.
While we're driving, it seems as if I just become even more nauseous. But there's nothing in my stomach to throw up, other than acid. "Why was he like that with you?" Great. Now he's trying to break the silence I tried so hard to mantain. I'm keeping it my way, I lock my lips and throw away the key. "Tris?" he asks annoyed. He keeps repeating my name till he seems exasperated by it. "Dammit Tris," and he swerves so hard even all of my body lurches forward...and I have three seatbelts wrapped around it. "What the fuck, Four? You could've gotten us killed," I yell at him, unbuckling my seatbelts. I climb out of the car and follow him. He stopped the car on the side of the road and got out. "Well it doesn't help that you were distracting me," he fires back. "Well maybe you should stop worrying about my personal life."
"That'd definitely make mine much easier."
"You think I signed up for an annoying, oversized ego maniac named Four?"
"Would you just shut up for once?"
"After you stop being a dick I actually might consider it."
"You're acting as if I signed up for a blabbermouth Tris who's always getting herself into trouble requiring me to get her out."
"Is that really how you see it?! If it is, then can I just say? You are a moron."
He groans but stops fighting with me. Ha. I got the last word. He goes back to his car and opens the driver's side. Before he goes in, he looks at me expectantly and arches an eyebrow. "How do I know you won't get me killed?" I ask outraged. He looks at me with a bored expression that keeps getting angrier by the second. I walk to the passenger seat and get settled into it. I remember I'm going to Ian's so I give him a different address. He sighs but complies. The rest of the drive just ticked by the seconds in an unbroken silence.
Because Four dropped me off at Ian's and he wasn't home, I have to walk to the pool where I'm meeting up with my friends. I'm currently in my bathing suit which consists of shorts and a tank top. I told you I was modest. When I get there I see Chris and Will on a beach chair, applying sunscreen to each others' backs. All the girls, excluding me and Lynn of course, are wearing bikinis. Even if I didn't have a modesty problem, I still wouldn't be able to wear them. After all, I have to adjust my tank top to make sure it doesn't show anything. Lynn isn't wearing a bathing suit, she's just in shorts and a regular baggy shirt. I go to a chair and put my stuff down on it. I then proceed to the pool and start checking it out, the temperature, way its built, all that bullshit. And Uri must've noticed too because next thing I know I'm falling face first into the welcoming waters. When I resurface, I see him sticking his tongue out at me and offering me a hand. I take it and pull him in after me. The rest notice and start jumping into the pool alongside us. Some are even doing cannonballs. We all start fooling around, especially with the pool toys Uri brought. We start throwing the ball back and forth and I grab one of those pool beds and start relaxing. It ends too soon though, because most of them are underwater and they flip me over. I then grab some pool noodles and toss one to Uri.
"I challenge you to a duel for the beloved Popo's hand," I announce in a weird accent. If you didn't know Popo is Uri and Zeke's stuffed monkey. We've all grown to love him.
"May the winner, live," he says back in the same accent.
"...and the loser, die," I finish for him.
We then start jousting while the others watch intently, anticipating who will win.
He has strength but I have strategy, and we both have speed, which means we are balanced which complicates things. We narrow down the rules to make it easier and decide on if we can jab to the heart then the person who was jabbed dies and loses while their opponent wins and lives. Seems simple enough. In fact, quite like fencing.
I've already slit his throat 3 times and jabbed my sword right through his heart 6 times. He keeps complaining saying I cheated and then demands he gets a rematch.
"Baby, you're dead. You can't have anymore rematches if you aren't alive," Mar soothes him.
"Surrender," I yell.
"Never," is his reply, and it is not a smart one.
I get him in the heart and slit his throat and Mar threatens him that if he asks for another rematch she will be the one slitting the throats and stabbing hearts. After hearing that, he quickly closes his mouth and composes himself.
"Take care of him," he tells me when he's handing him to me. He also pretends to cry.
"Oh. Stop being a baby, you can keep Popo," I tease him.
His eyes light up, "thank you so much, Tris."
"Who was that boy? Is he your boyfriend? Have you already become the slut you were meant to be?" Ian asks. So far, I haven't been answering his questions like he wanted me to, so I've been getting extra beatings. They're all still equally as horrible, though. "I told you. It was a dare," I croak out. "Nonsense," he mutters. Another whip. "Tell me the truth." I can barely speak with the monstrous sensations going through me. Another whip. "Are you going to answer me, you little piece of shit?" Another whip. I can feel my hold on consciousness just slipping away, though it's felt this way for the past fifteen minutes. Or so it feels that way. I do not beg. I will not. I shall receive my justice one day. Another whip. Another whip. Another whip.
As I'm dealing with this, I can't help that one thought that enters my mind:
Can I actually live like this for the rest of however long?
