Ok so i am totally aware of how badly plotted this story has become, but because I write it on a 'when ever i feel inspired basis' the tone, perspective and plot line changes so often. I would go back and make a proper start to finish story but really I can't be that bothered. TBH I would just love to close this story neatly and try to get through the final story arch so we can all have a conclusion and I can move on to something better(jk we all know it will be just as bad) :) (:
By the time I wake up it's 2 pm and I finally feel refreshed. That is until I try to sit up and my entire body is aching and screaming from last night.
I can barley move without pain. It feels like all of my muscles are simultaneously ripping. This makes me think of Tori and her defined muscles. She must know what to do. Because I was so tired from last night, I shoved all my stuff under the bed and I'm glad I did. After some painfully blind pat arounds I find my phone.
"Tori you have to help" I say into the phone before even introducing myself or saying hi.
"Tris, Hey? What's up? Are you in danger?" Tori said, calmly with some concern.
"After training with Four last night I literally cannot move my body" I complained.
All I could hear over the phone was Tori laughing. "I told you he was good" I just groaned in response. "To recover you need to get up, go for a walk or run and stretch." I groan once more "Let me know how it goes" Tori responds
"Thanks Tori, see you tomorrow at work" I hang up the phone. I'm tempted to throw it back under the bed and go straight back to sleep. However, I know If I've got another session like that tomorrow, I need to do what Tori recommended.
My life continues like this for a while. I wake up, got to school. I try my hardest to avoid Eric and resist the urge to chat to Uriah. I'm still curious about the new kid, Marcus' son. Apparently he's been at school but I haven't once seen him. Training with Four has been going well. Its only been a short matter of time but I feel stronger, fitter and more confident. As for Dauntless I have been sneaking all around the pit finding secret entrances to bars, saunas, restaurants and heaps more everywhere.
Ever since Eric pushed me to the ground and went over the line. I have had to be strategic when it comes to school. Every fiber in my body wants to march up to him and clock him straight in the face but somehow, I don't think I'll be able to survive a pissed off Eric.
My new ritual of avoiding Eric has turned into grabbing lunch and eating it outside, even when its pouring rain, like today.
I'm sitting with my back to the brick exterior wall of the school building. I'm under a slight veranda which is keeping off the rain. I watch the rain falling down onto the school yard, soaking the ground. I can hear it loudly ricochet off the tin roof.
Today for my lunch I have a salad sandwich -boring- and a beautiful slice of chocolate cake. My cake however doesn't taste as sweet as usual, because all I can think of is how Eric has even pushed me out of the cafeteria. He has pushed me to a whole new low. To think I used to get mad when he stole my slice of cake. If only I could get back at him for all of it. All the cake, the names, the hits and the isolation.
I wouldn't stand a chance in a fist to fist fight. The only time I have felt slightly victorious over him was in the clothing store, when I blew smoke up his ass only to humiliate him. If only I could…
I look down to my slice of cake…. And I suddenly get an idea.
This chapter is a whole lot of bs just to prep for the final arc so I'm sorry yeet
