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Chapter 4: His Second Thoughts
I remembered it was 10:15 p.m. after the fray ending in which I was hung over the bridge by that fucker. I lost against Drew, the dupe yet combative bastard, who went on a frenzy in an attempt to murder me. I recall begging him to stop; it seems that 'murder' has been added to his personal. Drew may have won the battle, but I am relentless. "Candor." Eric broke the eerie silence, which would only annoy me. I closed my eyes and pinched my nose. "What?"
"That's not how you are suppose to talk to your leaders, Candor."
"Ha! You keep saying 'Candor': Expect me to be honest, that includes my behavior. Oh, wait, I'll take it back, Sire," I spoke as I perform the curtsy*, "Forgive me and my caustic manners. What is my punishment?" Eric stares at me in a blank state before roaring in laughter, causing the guards to stand at attention. I jumped, feeling my heart was going to burst out of my bruised chest and run like hell. Who knew Eric would laugh at my sense of humor? "I thought Candors weren't funny," he held his stomach, "but you; you're amazing." I swallowed. Amazing? "Eric, you saw me: I'm a coward. Give praises to the others; not me." I looked away, fearing he would see my eyes water. "Hm, I see. Let's go to the infirmary." His hand found my waist and I immediately pushed him off. "Trying to throw me like the last time?" I spat. Eric is unpredictable: Ruthless to Aggressive then Sympathetic and Caring?
This man. I do not trust him.
*Eric's POV*
The Next Day
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I stood over the crowd, my eyes search for any irregular activity**. Usually I am found with the other leaders and just like normal beings, we chat and laugh. However, I was called up to take this position since Jeanine has taken Max for "classified reasons". I snorted with sheer annoyance as grabbed my bottle of water and allowed the stream to quench my hoarse throat. I caught a few newbies just staring -hungrily- at my wet lips. I growled and they quickly scurried back to the grounds. Whores. I caught them yesterday with several leaders and guards, all near my hall hovering over each other, their tongues clasp and eyes rolled to the ceiling. Due to the unusual warmth feeling around my heart, I reluctantly allowed them to carry on.
Not because I gave a fuck.
But her.
My eyes searched for Christina: petite, ambitious, voluble, and sexy. Too sexy. Not once have I ever thought of an initiate; I wouldn't give a shit if one were to raped by her team player. But her. She's spicy.
My throat went dry as I began to think of her: Crying when she fails, and laughing while with Stiff. I haven't seen her smile, yet. Her lips are alluring, her shape is downright stunning, and those eyes. Johnson was knocking, hard. I shudder in excitement, my mind drifts away from reality and it's surroundings. I imagine myself licking, nibbling, and kissing her full, puffy pink lips as my rough hands squeeze her breasts softly. Her small hands were replaced by a large, darker hands and I was shaken swiftly. "Eric! Eric, wake up!" Max shouts at me; fucking a. My cold eyes blinked open and I glared at him, causing the nurse to buzz off. "What?!" I spoke in agitation. "You wasn't moving, Eric. I had to call for help; you were moaning and sweaty." Max snorts, handing a tissue to wipe my forehead and brow. "I was thinking..."
"About an initiate, I presume?" Max's dark eyes burn into my frosted ones. This fucker is intimidating, I can tell you that for sure. I sighed heavily and rubbed my chin carefully. "So what?"
"Nothing. Just don't give him the upper hand, alright?" Max hands me a large gold envelope with bold red letters encrypted E.D. I stared at him and nodded. "I won't." Such a fucking dupe. I have no interest in guys; I don't hit that way. I swallowed when I saw her, brushing past people and heading up the stairs. I stood and watch the crowd one last time before following the light brown bunny.
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Christina POV
I began to search for Tris; she had told me that she will be right back almost forty five minutes ago. The Tres Beastias wasn't there either, and they had done something to her... my eyes begin to water. No, don't think like that, Christina. I bristled when I heard a scream, my body shifted towards the direction and I forthwith towards the room: my nose was saluted by the scent of piss, Benz cologne and... sex? I leaned forward and was in disgust at the view: Molly was riding Drew like tiger out of its cage while Peter was penetrating her asshole. The three moaned louder, it may be feasible that they came all together. Gross. I bristled at the idea that Tris was with them and veered away only to find her and Four kissing. I cough softly, causing the two love doves to jump nervously and tried to act casual...right. "Where in the shit have you been?!" I whispered, my fingers used to held my nose. "I was talki-"
"Zip it." I grinned at her. "We'll talk about this later. Oh, and Four," I patted his shoulder firmly, "There are three initiates having sex in one of the leaders room." He looked at me and shook his head. "Guess we will finish our business later, Tris." She blushed and I gagged. As we head out, I was certain that the whole cafeteria heard Four shouts angrily at the Tres Beastias.
Perfect name.
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Approximately fifteen minutes after breakfast, we were ordered to change our clothes. I thought I know my way back to the room but I guess I was wrong: My memory storage had exceeded its limit. I turn back around and was lead to a dark hallway. My body began to shiver and I frown intensively; if only Tris was here. She went with Will to have a 'chat', and I know it had to be about me. Damn it. Will kept staring at me like a sad child ever since I flat out rejected him. Why did I do that? I would only listened to my footsteps and music. I suddenly paused and looked right. Yes! Finally, I can ask for help! I ran down the hall and knock on the metal door frantically. Why is it the only room available in a dark hall?
My question was answered- Eric. "Oh fuck." I backed away, remebering what he had stated the last time we spoke. "Sorry, wrong door."
"Well its the only one, Christina." He hissed. I gulped as he stepped closer. My back eventually hit the wall, and I was cornered by this monster. "Open your fucking eyes, Candor." He said harshly. When I didn't, he growls and invaded my bubble. Is this legal? "You smell so good, Christina." His breath cause my skin to flare, and I taken back by his words. Eric then steadily unzipped my jacket, I attempt to stop his actions, but only to have my arms lifted over my head. I stared into his eyes: Lust. "Eric... please stop. I can't..." I softly moan when he licked my ear and nibbled neck softly. I thought this was the end: My moans grew louder as he work his way down my collarbone to the hem of my bra. He chuckles and suddenly released me. "We'll continue this later. Come by tonight. And I mean it." He then shuts the door and I was dumbfounded from what just occurred to me.
Tonight he said.
Fuck.
Ah ha! I am semi-back!
17 MORE DAYS UNTIL GRADUATION! YESSS!
Sorry it this was rushed but I wanted to upload this as soon as possible.
Yes, I change the events again just to be in my comfort zone.
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