Some ideas belong to me. Everything else belongs to Veronica Roth.
The fights were ridiculous.
Everyone was so hung over, they couldn't even throw a punch. The only ones that could were me, Paige and Haley.
Of course I had to fight Ky. Nash probably planned that out. Ky hasn't looked at me the entire day, embarrassed that he said that he was going to have sex with me or that he didn't.
"Theo, Ky, you're up," Nash said as he circled Logan's name after his sad excuse of a fight with Wes, a fellow Erudite.
I stepped in the ring, glaring at Ky. His face was pale and I thought he was going to throw up.
Might as well get this over with.
My fist connected with his jaw and he stumbled backwards. As he did, I grabbed his shouldered and brought my knee up and hit him in the face.
He collapsed to the ground and I watched the dark red ooze from his nose. He sat doing nothing. Just trying to cover his nose from it dripping all over the mat.
The door shut and I heard someone walked in. The familiar sound of boots sent a cold front through my body.
"Aren't you going to finish him?"
Jackson's voice echoed through the silent room.
"He is finished," I said, not looking away from Ky. His eyes were bloodshot and his face was covered in blood. "He can't fight anymore,"
"Of course he can," Jackson said. I didn't know where he was, but he was awfully close. "Finish him," He was closer to me.
"Jackson, stop-"
"Shut up, Nash. Don't stick up for your little girlfriend." He growled and I realized he was right behind me. His hot breath seeped into my ear.
And I laughed. "Jealous, much?"
"You have no idea," He muttered and I felt something cold press against my bare skin. It was a knife. "Finish him." He sneered once more.
And then my anger took over. All my hatred for Jackson boiled over and my elbow connected with his nose. The knife cut my back, but it didn't hurt. I grabbed it out of his hand and kicked out his legs. He landed loudly on his back and I climbed on top of him, pinning him down.
His knife was now at his own throat as his lips broke into a sick smile.
"Touch me again," I warned, pressing the blade to his neck. "And I will kill you,"
"Theodora!"
I looked up at the source of my name and saw my parents, staring me down from the doorway.
Holy shit.
"What the hell were you thinking?!"
I was so used to this, I didn't even listen.
"Do you have any idea what could have happened?!"
I like spinning chairs. Especially the one I was in now.
"Why can't you control your anger for once?!"
Spin right. Spin left.
"Are you even listening?!"
I stopped and looked up at my fuming parents. My mom's blonde hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail and her face was a tad bit red.
My dad's eyebrows were knitted together and his eyes were glaring at me. I nodded slowly at the last question.
"What could have possibly be an incentive for you to do that?"
"Oh, I don't know," I shrugged. "Maybe it was that he held a knife to back, threatening me if I didn't finish someone who was injured on the ground. Or maybe it was all the sexual advances he's made to me in the past year," I tapped my chin.
"I still haven't decided which one,"
I got up from the chair and noticed I left blood all over it.
Whoops.
"Why didn't you tell us any of that?" I heard my father. I looked up and saw his sad blue eyes.
"Because I didn't think it was that big of a deal," I murmured, tapping my nails against the wooden desk.
"Of course it's a big deal," My mom said, crossing her arms.
"Well it isn't to me," I stated, heading towards the door. I didn't have any desire to talk to my parents. I was still fuming about what happened the last time I spoke with them.
"I won't do it again," I muttered before slamming the door behind me.