Sorry for all the switches in characters.
Chapter 9
Tris POV
I stare at the board. Edward, Molly, Christina. Who will win? Al is Tall, but slow. I'm small, but fast.
I heard Four call our names. I walk past him and he grabs my arm. "Remember what I told you."
Al POV (bet you didn't see that coming!)
I see Tris walking over to me, but then Four grabs her arm and says something in her ear. She's so perfect, I don't want to hurt her.
She gives me a smile but it doesn't spread to her eyes. I need to try. I swing my arm at her face trying to knock her out, but she ducks sweeping me off my feet and on my back. I get on my hands and knees, ready to push myself up when I heard, "Sorry, Al." I see her leg swing back and knee me in the face, and everything goes black.
Four POV
Al falls to the floor. She won. No surprise, she's strong. I smile at her, and she smiles back. Then I see Al staring at me, he looks confused, then angry. I feel like he can see right through me.
~ P A G E B R E A K ~
We break for lunch and I see Tris sitting with the regular table. On one side; Shauna, Zeke, my spot, Tris, Uriah, and Marlene. Across from them is; Edward, Will, Christina, Lynn, and wait, where's Al?
I see Al sitting at a different table, yet staring at Tris. "Is he mad?" I ask Tris while sitting down. All she does is shrug. Is she mad at me?
Al walks over and taps Tris on the shoulder, "Can we go for a walk? I need to talk to you." Tris nods, and gets up.
Tris POV
Al and I walk to the dorms, but instead we head into a dark hallway. I notice that there are no cameras here and I hesitate to go in, but I go anyway. It's Al, Al is my friend, he wouldn't hurt me.
Al grabs both my hands and pins me to the wall. "Al?" I ask. He starts kissing my neck. "Al!" I say. His hands slip up my shirt. "Stop!" I shout. He places a hand over my mouth. I start kicking, but my legs aren't long enough to do anything. He rips my shirt and throws it on the ground. My cries for help turn into sobs. I feel tears falling down my face as Al places a hand on my chest. I cry again. "Help!" But it's muffled by Al's hand.
I see a man standing at he end on the hall. He starts running and and I close my eyes. Al's hand moves and I cough, trying to regain my breath. I see the man, kicking Al. "Four," I say graving onto his arm, telling him it's enough. He holds me in his arms. I forget I only have a bra on and pull back, folding my arms over my chest. Four then turns in embarrassment. He takes off his sweater and wraps it around me.
"Thank you," I say looking down, not ready to make eye contact. He brings me to his apartment.
"You get some rest, I'm going to go talk to Max about this," he says angrily. "No!" I shout back. "Al won't be factionless, he'll be killed!" My Abnegation is showing. "Look down at your wrists!" He says, "He did that to you!" I look down and see purple bruising around my wrists. He walks towards the door. I fling my hand around his arm, holding him back with what little strength I have. "Please," I say, feeling the tears on my cheeks. He looks away. "Fine, but next time someone has it out for you, I won't hesitate to go to Max." He looks back at me, "Now get some rest."