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Tris POVy

"Get out." I snarled.

"Oh come on Stiff. Don't be like that."

Peter got up from my bed and started walking towards me. Remembering what he did to me that one sent shivers down my spine. I held my ground. Not wanting to send a message that I was scared. My right hand was still placed on the door knob. While, my left hand was in a fist.

Peter was about a foot in front of me.

"Get out." I demanded. My voice sounding as demanding as I needed. Thank the lord.

"Don't talk to me like that." He growled. He was 6 inches in front of me. Just right.

And I swung.

Sorry guys. I know it's short. My computer isn't saving very well. So I wanted to make sure this got up here. So hope u liked it. And I'm going to try and update again. So please don't give up on me.