For You Chapter 19
{Week after Attack, School Is Back On}
Tris POV
My first three periods went by really fast, and it is now time for lunch. I walk in hand in hand with Tobias. I grab a salad, burger, and milk, and sit down next to Tobias, who, like everyone else at the table is staring at the corner of the cafeteria. "What are you guys looking at?" I ask. Tobias answers for me. "That boy in the corner, past Percy and Ana. He is sitting on the floor drawing." He says. I nod, he is in earshot, but he has headphones in, and is presumably listening to music.
I hear a loud laugh from the Dauntless table next to us. We all snap our heads, and see it is a girl, with blonde curls laughing. We all eavesdrop in on their conversation. "Okay, Scarlet, I dare you to ask out that boy in the corner, and then when he says yes, slap him, and scream at him." A boy says. The blonde girl laughs. "Sure why not." She says. She gets up, and walks over to the boy. She stands there, but he doesn't seem to notice her. She clears her throat, but he doesn't respond. She kicks the sketchpad out of his hands, causing him to jump. He looks up and scowls. He pulls the earbuds out, and glares at her.
"What do you want?" He asks in an angry, annoyed voice. The girl, Scarlet, starts twirling her bleached blonde hair. "So I was wondering," She paused, obviously not knowing his name. The boy rolls his eyes, "My name is Eight, yes it's a number, no it is not my real name, yes, Zeke gave it to me." He says, a scowl still etched on his face. "Okay, so Eight, I was wondering if you would like to go out with me sometime." She says, while twirling her hair again. Eight stands up, and flicks her forehead, she gasps and steps back. He glares daggers at her. "Next time you want to do that dare don't do it to me. Okay?" He says in a fake sweet voice.
Scarlet glares at her. "You did not just hit me." She says. Eight laughs. "I didn't hit you, I flicked you." She growls, and says "I will get you!" She lunges at him. Eight side steps, and walks towards our table. He taps my shoulder from behind, I turn, but I see he is holding my gun, from my boot. He aims it at the girl, who pales and runs. Eight turns to me, and hands me my gun. "Thank you." He says. He turns and walks away, back to the wall, picking up his sketchbook on the way.
We all stare at him, Christina's mouth slightly open. We all stare at him with utter shock. But the strange thing is, that Zeke has a glare on, directed at Eight. "Wow." Will says. "Yeah, and I thought that Tris was in a bad mood." Christina says. I shoot her a glare, causing her to cower a bit. I turn to look at Zeke. "What's up with you? You have been glaring at him this whole time." I ask. Zeke turns to look up at me, his eyes filled with anger. "None of your business." He says, with a growl. I hold up my hands in mock defense. "You know what, I am going to talk to him." Uriah says. "You guys want to come with?" he asks us. I shrug, and stand, as do everyone, except Zeke.
We walk over to his figure, who is hunched over the same sketchpad, but this time, he doesn't have his earbuds in. Uri clears his throat, causing Eights head to snap up. "What?" he asks, I am taken aback by his anger. "Whoa, chill dude." Uri says. Eight glares at him.
"What? Are you going to beat me up? Because your brother already did that. And never call me dude" Eight says, his eyes blazing. "Zeke beat you up once?" Uriah says, his voice wavering. Eight rolls his eyes. "More like every 73 times." Eight says while flipping to a page in his sketchbook, and showing us a page, filled with tally marks. The top of the page reads, "Zeke's Beatings." In large handwriting. "Why would he do that?" Eight shrugs. "It doesn't matter, I am used to it. It has been happening since preschool." He says. My eyes widen. "Why are you called Eight?" Christina asks. Eights eyes go up to hers. "Because I have eight fingers." He says on a mysterious voice. "REALLY!?" Uri yells, causing heads to turn in our direction. "No, I have ten fingers, why don't you ask Zeke, he knows." HE says. "Well tell us your real name then," Shauna says. "That is confidential." He says, with a hint of a smile, but that quickly disappears.
"No, you can tell them your real name." A deep voice says. Eight's eyes widen, and his angry personality seems to disappear. "Please don't hurt me Zeke." He whimpers. "You already did that today." He says, while pushing up his sleeve, revealing dark bruises on his brown skin. His skin is marked with scars, not the scars of self-harm, but of abuse. The scars I have on my back. "That's nice, now leave." Zeke says. Eight nods franticly, before grabbing his books and running out the door. But in his haste, Eight seemed to forget some of his stuff.
In his spot on the floor, is an unopened bag that reads. 'Eight's Lunch'. Inside is a bottle of milk. And next to the bag is the sketchbook. I pick up the items, and take them back to our table. Christina takes the lunch, and looks in it. "Wow, is that really all he eats?" She says. Zeke nods, and yells, "YEAH! BECAUE EIGHT IS ANOREXIC!" He screams. I hear a few snickers from the tables besides us. Tobias shakes his head. "Zeke, that's not something to joke about." He says. Zeke just shrugs. "It doesn't matter, he deserves all this pain." He says with a sinister smirk. I shake my head. I take the sketch book, and flip it open. It is filled with morbid drawing. The pages are filled with hues of red, black and grey.
I flip through the pages of corpses and demons, when I see a patch of pink. I open that page, and see it is a picture of me and Tobias, holding hands. At the bottom, it reads 'FourTris' in curly letters. I realize there is one for every couple at the table. "Guys look at this." I say. And show them the pages, their eyes widen, besides Zeke's of course. "Wow that is amazing." Marlene says. I hear footsteps behind me. I turn, and see Eight. "Um, could I have my sketchbook back?" he asks in a quiet voice. I nod, and hand it to him. He looks down, and turns away. That's when I hear Zeke's voice. "HEY EIGHT! GO DIE IN A HOLE!" I turn to him my eyes wide. Zeke has a wide smirk on his face.
But that's not it. I hear that being repeated from other tables. Soon, it is a chant, of "DIE IN A HOLE" being repeated. I see a tear slip out of Eights eye. He drops the sketchpad, and says seven words that break my heart. "Maybe I will go do that now." He runs out of the room, and out to the woods. The cafeteria is silent, except for a cackle. Zeke's laugh. I shake my head in disgust. "HE MIGHT GO COMMIT SUICIDE NOW YOU JERK!" I yell, and stand up, and walk away. Everyone at the table walks away from Zeke, who just shrugs and keeps laughing.
I hope Eight doesn't kill himself.
So how do you like Eight? Changed him from his kind personality in The Perfect 10, to a weak personality!
IMPORTANT!
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Here are the questions, my favorite answers will be in the future chapters!
Why Does Zeke Hate Eight?
Why is he named Eight?
Answer these questions please, or I will send Tobias after you!
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~Sai