Chapter 3
Hello, everyone! It isn't Wednesday yet, but I thought I'd post another chapter to make up for Chapter 2 which was quite short. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, they belong to Veronica Roth. I only own the plot.
Chapter 3: He helped
Walking home from school was hell. Apparently, my cut had gotten deeper than I expected even though I had wrapped it tightly. I could feel the gap in my foot slowly stretching out. The wound was burning and I could feel my blood on my toes. I was sure I needed stitches and even a blind person could see that I was walking with a limp.
My home was 20 minutes away from school and it had only been 3-4. I couldn't call mum to pick me up because she was at work, and so was dad.
I wanted to cry from the pain. But I didn't. That would make me look weak. And I didn't want to look weak.
I forced myself to walk and after about 5 metres, I couldn't take it any longer and stopped walking. I poked my finger into my shoe and it came out red.
I groaned and kept on walking.
I heard the roar of a motorcycle behind me and I turned around to see Tobias at the kerb.
"Get on. I'll take you home." He said. I stared at him in shock. Why was he here?
"Huh?" I asked dumbfounded.
"Please get on. Anyone can tell that you're hurt. I'll take you home." He said.
"No thank you. I'm fine." I replied. I waited for Tobias to leave but he didn't He stared at me for a while before speaking.
"I know. You're scared of the motorcycle." He smirked. "Don't worry, I have my license."
"I am not scared of that. I just-" I couldn't just say that I didn't want to go home with him. And to be honest, I don't think I was allowed either. Mum and Dad always told me to stay away from parties and Tobias. Mostly Dad. He was always muttering something about the parties that Tobias held and how he couldn't sleep. Dad told me to stay away from boys. Mostly the 'bad boys', mainly because they were dangerous. Mum just simply laughed.
"Hello?" Tobias snapped me out of my thoughts. "Are you getting on or not?" I looked around at the empty street. This drive wouldn't be long. Only 15 minutes or so. I looked back at Tobias and shrugged.
"Why not?" I limped over to Tobias and got on the motorcycle. I was higher than him since I was sitting on the back. He took off his helmet and handed it to me.
"That's illegal. Won't cops catch you?" I asked.
"Do you see any cops?"
"Do you have lice," I asked.
"No." He replied with his mouth set in a straight line.
I put on the helmet then looked at Tobias.
"What are you waiting for? Go." I said.
I had never ridden a motorcycle before, but the feeling was amazing. I enjoyed the wind blowing in my hair and onto my face. I loved how free I felt and how I yelled when Tobias went faster. I never knew I was so hyper for adventure. Even though this wouldn't be considered an adventure. To my surprise, Tobias was pretty good with the motorcycle. He drove it smoothly and I felt safe. But I still kept in mind the danger of my acts.
When we pulled up in front of my house, I couldn't help but be bummed that the ride was over. I got off and handed Tobias his helmet.
"Thanks," I said with a nod. He nodded back and rode off. I wonder where he was going?
I unlocked the door and walked in.
"I'm home," I said to the empty house, but to my surprise, my mother's voice responded from the kitchen.
"Welcome, home sweetie." She said, walking towards me while drying her hands on a cloth. "Come sit. I made grilled chicken and salad." She said
"I'm not hungry mum, but more importantly-" I said as I slipped off my shoe.
"Holy shit Bea! How'd you get that?!" I chuckled at my mother's language.
"I stepped on glass while walking outside yesterday. I thought it was fine until I went to school." I said. It wasn't a complete lie. My mother shook her head.
"Come. I'll tend to it. If you're lucky you won't need stitches. But even if you do, I can do them for you." She said taking my hand and leading me to the kitchen. I sat on one of the chairs as she pulled the first-aid kit out. She checked my foot and told me that stitches wouldn't be needed but she told me to stay off my foot. The cleaned it and wrapped it. After she was done, she left me alone. I was wondering what to do.
I watched TV until my dad came home and I was called for dinner. At the table, my mother brought up my foot.
"How'd you get that?" He enquired.
"Stepped on glass outside," I said.
"Probably a beer bottle from all those parties the kid next door throws. I swear he is bad news. Where are his parents? I don't want you near him, Bea."
In the corner of my room my mum coughed "hypocrite" she muttered under her breath. My mum had already told me about my dad being a 'bad boy' when he was younger.
"Natalie." My dad smirked. "You don't want to go there."
"I already told her everything, dear." My mother replied, sass in her voice.
My father paled. "E-everything?" He stuttered.
"Actually, Tobias isn't that bad. He gave me a ride home when he saw my struggling with my foot." I said quietly.
"He did what?" My parents said in sync.
"I thought it was nice of him. Maybe we're misjudging him." I stated, voicing my opinion.
"Bea, you stay away from him. A bunch of teenagers had already arrived when I got home. He's throwing another party. Only god knows what kind of nasty things they're doing in that house." He said.
"But you went to those kinds of parties too," I whined.
"Go to your room." dad yelled and I laughed.
It was past ten when I did go to my room. my mum and dad had gone to bed and I stayed up watching re-runs of Pretty Little Liars.
The music from Tobias' house vibrated in ours and I saw mum and dad put in ear plugs. I never put ear plugs in because the music to me was like a crazy lullaby.
I smiled. Maybe Tobias wasn't as bad as we thought he was. He had shown that he was nice. and maybe he did;t d bad things at parties either. He was probably just providing a place for his friends to throw a party. I convinced myself that Tobias was good, but I didn't know him well enough to judge if he was a good person either.
My bedroom window was open and I wen't t close it. My eyes opened wide at the scence infront of me. I knew if was Tbias from his fugue, hair and tanned skin.
A brunette girl was sitting on his windowsill. More like Tobias was holding her there. The girl was naked from the top, her back was to me. His eyes were closed as he kissed down her neck. Tobias' lips travelled from her neck to her bare breasts.
I didn't know what my facial expression was, but suddenly Tobias' eyes opened and they met with mine. Tobias looked at me in shock. But for a second I was frozen, I didn't turn away or hide. All I did was close my window and shut the curtains.
I guess I was wrong.
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