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Since my mom basically just left in the middle of Visiting Day, I decide to go back to dormitory. Also because I'm not allowed to go back to the Pitt for the rest of Visiting Day because I punched Cara, but whatever. When I walk into the dormitory, I see Alan on his bed crying like usual. But unfortunately, he sees me, so I can't just leave. I groan inwardly, as he looks up at me, and I start walking over to him.
"So..." I clap my hands together awkwardly. "What's up, buddy? Did you know your parents are looking for you?"
"You saw my parents?"
"I think so. She was fat just like you."
"Well, whatever, I don't wanna see them," he mutters.
"Well, that's pretty shitty of you since they came all this way to see you."
He doesn't say anything, as I sit down next to him. Not to comfort him in any way- it's just because my awesome new leg muscles are getting tired.
"I just don't want them to know how I'm doing," he says suddenly. "I mean, I'm awful."
"Yeah."
"I've lost every fight-"
"And you cry all the time," I add. "Not very Barbaric of you."
"They would be so mad at me," he continues, ignoring me. "They would probably disown me!"
"You realize that you don't live with them or anything anymore, right?"
He starts crying again, and I groan inwardly again. Or at least, I thought it was inward. But when he glances at me, I realize it was out loud. That's awkward. But anyway, I realize that I have to say something nice if I want him to stop crying.
"You might not be ranked dead last," I tell him, patting his shoulder awkwardly. "You could be second to last, you know."
"You really think so?" he asks, smiling at me.
I cross my fingers behind my back like my brother always used to when I asked if he was going to transfer.
"Of course," I say through gritted teeth.
Suddenly, he dives at me and engulfs me in a really weird bear hug type of thing. Hugs are forbidden back in Pitiful unless it's someone you want to marry, so I figure that Alan must be flirting with me. But I totally don't feel that way about him. So I decide to elbow him in the face to get him off me, and luckily it works.
"What the hell!" he yells, clutching his cheek, as he starts to cry again.
"That was really f**ked up, Alan," I tell him.
"What? Why?"
"Because I already have a love interest in this story," I tell him, as I hop of the bed. "But we're cool, right?"
"Totally," he says sadly. "I definitely won't turn on you and try to kill you later or anything."
"Okay, cool."
With that, I decide to leave the dormitory since I don't really want to be around the cry baby anymore. I decide to wander in search of my actual love interest, but unfortunately, I never find him.
Later that night, when we go back to the dormitory, Four is standing there looking angry as always with a chalkboard propped on his leg. But Eric isn't with him this time. It feels odd not being told to shut the hell up before Four starts talking.
"So your ranks are on this chalkboard," Four explains. "I think it's pretty self-explanatory. If you're ranked high, you're the shit, and if you're ranked low, you kinda suck. The Barbaric-born initiates aren't included, so right now there's no way of knowing how many of you are gonna be Hobos. You kinda just have to deal."
With that, Four turns the board around so that we can see it. My eyes skim the list.
1. Eddy
2. Pete
3. Will
4. Tina
5. Drew
6. Tris
I pat myself on the back for not being last before I continue to look at the list.
7. Alan
8. Myra
"I was totally right!" I call out to no one in particular before looking at Alan who is crying again. "You're second to last! I called it!"
"Wait a second!" Drew yells, pointing at Tina. "How am I below her?"
"Because you lost to a weak initiate," Four says, looking right at me.
"Well, damn," I mutter.
Maybe I should let Alan be my love interest instead.
"If you want a high rank, you can't lose to low ranked opponents," Four shrugs.
He walks away, as we all continue to stare at the rankings. That is, until Drew walks over to me and points an ugly finger at me.
"You'll pay for this!" he says before he, too, starts walking away.
"Hey, Drew!" I call after him.
"What?" he growls, turning back to face me.
"That outfit is hideous," I hiss.
He grimaces at me before he turns around and leaves the dormitory. Once he is gone, I look around for my friend, Pete, to congratulate him on being second. But when I turn around, he is sadly lying face down on the only remaining bed. I guess the fame is too much for him. But anyway, I decide to leave him alone.
I look over at Tina and Will who are doing some weird secret handshake before they look at me. Tina grins at me.
"Look at you!" She says. "Number six!"
"I know. I totally owned the first part of initiation."
"We should celebrate!" Will says suddenly.
"You guys go," Alan says, crying again. "I'm going to bed."
"Whatever," Tina shrugs. "Let's go!"
With that, we go and celebrate though I never actually say how. Probably cow tipping or something.
Anyway, that night it's pretty hard to sleep since Alan is crying louder than usual. But when I look around, I see that nobody else seems bothered by it for some reason.
I also notice that Eddy is laying in the one remaining bed. I can't help but wonder how he got it from Pete, but then I remember that the last time Eddy and Pete fought, Eddy knocked him out with one punch, so that makes sense. When I look around, my friend Pete is nowhere in sight.
But then, out of nowhere, the door to the dormitory creaks open, and someone shuffles in. Luckily, my night vision has kicked in by now so I can tell that it is Pete. In his hand he has a butter knife like the ones we use at dinner. He shuffles over to Eddy who is sound asleep and stares at him for a moment.
"Hey," he whisper-shouts, as he jabs Eddy with the knife. "Get up, we're gonna fight."
Eddy groans tiredly, as he pushes himself into a sitting position while Pete continues to jab at his side with the knife.
"What the f**k are you doing?" Eddy groans.
"I can't be second," Pete says, as Eddy stands up. "So I have to get rid of you!"
"With a butter knife?"
"Damn right!"
They stare at each other for a moment, and I can't help but wonder if I should intervene. But I wouldn't want to upset my good friend Pete, so I decide to let them go.
"Okay," Eddy says, confused. "Let's fight, I guess."
Pete growls and lifts his hand with the butter knife in it, but before he can do anything, Eddy punches him in the face. Pete falls back and just lays there on the floor, seemingly unconscious, as Eddy stares at him. I get up from my place on the ground, and Eddy looks at me.
"What have you done?" I demand, as I look down at Pete.
"He wanted to fight," he shrugs.
"You monster!"
"Okay, that's it," I watch, as Eddy puts on his shoes and walks over to where Myra is sleeping. "This place is getting a little too weird for me. I'd rather be a Hobo."
"Well, good!" I say. "Nobody wants a monster like you here anyway."
"He had a f**king knife," Eddy mutters, as he wakes Myra.
Once he has woken her up and told her that he's leaving, she immediately decides to go with him because you just can't separate love interests in this story. Pete is still unconscious and I am still sitting next to him when they leave. Moments later the door flies open, and Eric runs in.
"Everybody shut the hell up!" He yells, effectively waking everyone up. "My Pete senses are tingling!"
"Pete got knocked out," I tell him, pointing down at Pete's body.
"I knew it! Out of the way!"
Before I can move, Eric runs over and pushes me over before picking up Pete's body and running for the door.
"TO THE CHASM!"
"The infirmary!" I yell.
"Whatever!"
Once Eric has left the room, everyone looks around confused.
"What just happened?" Tina asks.
Everybody looks around at each other before they all seem to look at the empty bed at the same time. Suddenly, somebody yells.
"Bed fight!"