A/N: Hey guys! I just got back from NYC this morning and I've been working on this chapter for a while! I'll have a full description of my experience at BookCon, so as not to bother people with a long author's note at the beginning. But I met rippingbutterflywings at BookCon who writes TMI fanfiction and I talked to her for a long time! And if you haven't noticed, I made title screens for this story and Divergent High School. I haven't made one for Summer Vacation yet. No, I didn't draw the pictures but I wish I did. :P Anyway, I'm too tired to function so no other announcements and no reader of the week because I can't remember who it was meant to be. I really hope you like this chapter, I worked hard on it! Review please! And I love you guys!
WARNING – There is some pretty vulgar language in this chapter! I'm sorry if you don't like that but it was kind of needed!
Tris' POV
After I slam the door shut, I sprint down the sidewalk and around the corner so no one from my house can see me. I don't want them to follow me. I pull my phone out of my back pocket and the piece of paper with Brooke's number – Tobias never noticed that I took it from his pants pocket when we were changing this morning.
I quickly dial her number into my phone and hit the call button. I wait impatiently while it rings.
"Hello?" Her annoying snarky voice answers.
"Listen here you little piece of shit, I don't know who the hell you think you are but you need to get the hell out of our lives and fast, before I make you regret it," I snarl into the phone.
"Oh! Hello, dear Trissy," Brooke responds cheerily.
"Do not 'dear Trissy' me. I'm not in the fucking mood for your shit, Brooke. What the hell is your problem?" I seethe.
"You're my problem, duh. I want Four – oh sorry, Tobias – but you're in my way. I don't like that so I'm only trying to solve the problem," She answers sweetly.
"If you don't leave us alone, I promise that you will regret it," I warn.
"Oh, Tris," She tsks me. "You can't do a damn thing about it."
"I can sure as hell call the police on your ass!" I yell.
"You seem to be forgetting one piece of vital information. My dad is a cop," She answers smugly.
"I have the note that you stuck in his freaking locker! It has your handwriting on it and probably your fingerprints! You got the information from a cop, I can probably get your dad fired! Stop acting all high and mighty, you bitch!" I shout.
She pauses for a moment, trying to come up with a response. "That's not enough proof."
I laugh humorlessly, "You're just saying that so I won't go to the police. But I probably won't anyway because I'd much rather pound your fucking face in so you'll be even uglier than before."
"I'll just get my brother on you again."
I snort, "Of course you will because you're a wimp. You have to get other people to fight your battles because you're a piece of shit. You wanna call Peter on me? Fucking do it, you pompous bitch. You've messed with the wrong chick."
What Brooke doesn't know is, in our past free time since the last time I was attacked by Brooke and Peter, Tobias has shown me some self-defense moves in case I ever catch myself in a predicament such as that again.
"Where the hell are you? I'm tired of listening to this shit. You think you're so great? Wait until I get my hands on you!" She screams.
I laugh. Actually laugh. "That's some heavy bullshit flowing out of your mouth. Meet me in the park in twenty minutes if you think you're so capable. I'll lay you flat on your ass, mother fucker."
"I'll be there, bitch," She says in her irritating nasally voice.
I hit the 'end call' button with way more force than necessary. I violently shove the phone back into the pocket of my jeans and start stomping in the direction of the park.
I take a second to appreciate that I had thrown on decent clothes that I could fight in before I left my house. As I walk to the park, I let my anger grow and ignite. How dare Brooke do this to Tobias? She has no right. She's insane and I'm sick of her. She's going to pay for everything she's done. I am not making Tobias choose between me and his privacy, it's not right.
When I finally reach the park, I'm seething and ready to rip someone's head off. I reached the park in fifteen minutes so Brooke should be here soon. And Peter if she actually brought him, which knowing her, she probably did. I walk to the grassy field that is somewhat secluded because of the trees. When I get to the field, I look around. That's when I see Brooke step around from behind a tree and out into the open. I hide my surprise at seeing her alone, and walk slowly and deliberately up to her.
"Well, hello Tris," Brooke sneers.
I look at her with thinly veiled disgust, "You sicken me. Who the hell do you think you are? You need to leave Four alone!"
She laughs, "I'll do whatever I want and there's nothing you can do about it."
"Oh, really?" I inquire, and as soon as the word leaves my mouth, I swing my tightly balled fist at her. My fist collies with her jaw and she yelps. My hand stings but the sting helps to feed my anger.
Brooke turns to look at me, holding her jaw, fire in her eyes, "You want a fight? Well, you've got one."
She throws her fist upward but I lean back, narrowly avoiding her punch. I laugh and swipe my foot under her legs, tripping her and causing her to fall onto the ground. As soon as she hits the ground, I flip her over onto her stomach and sit on her back, wrenching her arms behind her back and holding them firmly in my hands. She yelps in pain when I pull them tighter.
"Leave us alone," I snarl viciously.
"Peter!" She shrieks. I look up and around, stunned to hear her call her brother's name. I thought she came alone. But then I see Peter running our way and I realize that she really is a wimpy bitch who can't fight her own battles.
I roll off of Brooke and quickly jump to my feet before Peter reaches me. Brooke lays on the ground, coughing and hacking. I turn my attention to Peter as soon as he gets close to me. He tries to charge me and I quickly side step. He rushes past me but hurriedly stops and turns back around to face me. He narrows his eyes at me and I smirk, raising my eyebrows. I make a come hither motion and he literally growls before rushing at me again.
He throws a punch so fast that I don't have time to dodge it. His fist collides with my face and I feel my lip split open. I spit blood on the ground and look up at him, my anger taking over. I throw a quick punch to his gut and he groans, grasping his midsection. I kick up and out, landing a nice clean kick to his chest. He stumbles backwards but due to his size, he stays upright.
I try to recall what Tobias told me about knocking out an attacker. Suddenly, I hear his voice filter through my mind.
The best way to knock an attacker unconscious is to cut off the oxygen flow to the brain. You can do this using a sleeper-hold or some other choke. About ten seconds of a proper choke can render someone unconscious, and twenty seconds can cause brain damage or death.
I feel a sense of relief, remembering what he told me. While Peter is still unbalanced, I rush towards him and throw my leg forward, attempting to kick him in the groin but he grabs my leg and twists it so that I have to twist my whole body. Again, I hear Tobias' voice giving me advice.
Never use your leg to kick your attacker. It gives them the opportunity to grab a hold of your leg. Always use your knees. If you happen to forget and your attacker grabs your leg, hop backwards towards him or her and put your arms around their neck. Pull forward and either flip them, or try to flip yourself over their back.
I scold myself for forgetting the first piece of advice. But I quickly hop backwards towards Peter so that my back is to his front with my leg between us. It stretches my leg painfully but it's the only easy way out of this hold. I've never successfully achieved getting out of this hold so I sent up a silent prayer that I can get this right. I throw my arms around Peter's neck and pull, attempting to swing myself upwards and over him.
By some miracle, it works. I flip myself over him and land on his back, as if he were giving me a piggyback ride. I put my arm around his throat before he has a chance to recover, squeezing just hard enough to cut off his oxygen flow.
I don't want to do any serious damage so I slowly count to ten in my head. Peter struggles, clawing at my arm around his throat. I can feel his nails leaving claw marks in my forearm but I am not lessening my hold for anything. Finally, his struggle grows weaker and he falls to the ground.
I hop off of his limp form and turn back towards Brooke. She's sitting on the ground staring at me in disbelief.
I laugh devilishly, "Yeah, I may have learned a few moves."
She scrambles up and tries to run but I'm faster. I grab the back of her shirt and throw her down on the ground. I sit on her hips, pinning her arms above her head with my hands.
"Now," I begin viciously, practically spitting out the words. "Do you want to leave us alone or am I going to have to make you? You see what I did to Peter."
She looks fearfully over at his limp body and whimpers.
"I'll count to three," I say menacingly. She screams, and it's full of frustration and fear.
"One," I begin. She says and does nothing.
"Two," I say slowly. Her eyes flicker over to her brother.
"Thr-," I begin but I'm cut off by her loud sob.
"I lied!" She shrieks.
"Lied about what?" A familiar voice says quietly from behind me.
(I thought about stopping it here but decided not to be that cruel).
I turn to see Tobias, as well as all of our other friends spread out behind him.
"Everything," She sobs out, not even startled by Tobias' sudden presence.
"Explain. Right now," I snarl. I wrench her arm when she doesn't answer and she whimpers.
"I lied about everything! I don't know anything about Four's life or why he lives with you! I only know his real name because I heard my dad say it with the same last name as Eaton and I figured it was the same person! I won't tell anyone his real name but that's the only secret that I know, I swear it!" She explains hurriedly and desperately.
"You better stay away from us. I'm done playing with you," I tell Brooke. I release her arms and climb to my feet.
I leave her on the ground and walk away, back towards my house. I hear Tobias and my friends all calling after me but I don't stop. "Tris, we have to talk about this! Just get in Zeke's car!"
I swipe my hand down my face angrily but clamber over to the car and climb in. Everyone else follows suit and Zeke speeds off in the direction of my house.
A/N: Okay, so I will now write my experience at BookCon. Stop reading here if you don't want to hear about it.
So first off, I was in line to get a ticket for Cassandra Clare's autographing but I was ten people away from the booth and they ran out of tickets. So I didn't get her autograph sadly. But I got Alex Bracken's signature for Never Fade and I got like six free books. I stood in line for Cassandra's panel for two hours and I got in. She was so great! She told us that her five favorite characters were Magnus (TMI), Will and Jem and Tessa (TID), and Cal (Magisterium). She said that the spaghetti bath thing with Jace actually came from her friend who legit asked for that for her birthday one time when she was three years old.
After that, I stood in line for the TFIOS panel for a very long time. It was PACKED. There was 10,000 people at BookCon and I think there was like 2,000 in line for the TFIOS panel. I got in but I was in the very back. Anyway, they showed never-before-seen footage from the movie which was so cool. Then, John Green and Nat Wolf came out, as did the director and a few others. I had to leave half way through the panel because I had a plane to catch. But they talked about Shai and Ansel and how they found the perfect Hazel and Augustus. It was beautiful and great and I was sad I had to leave early.
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