A/N: I'm back! I have been working really hard on my other story What If? But I have nothing to do right now, so I'm going to do another chapter. Unless people start giving me ideas on what to do, I can't continue this very much further, I only have two, or maybe three good ideas left. Sorry this is short. I'm out of good ideas.
Molly:
Let me get this straight. I'm not evil. If you want evil, go hang out with Peter. It started when peter asked me out. Of course I had to support my boyfriend, when we jumped into a whole new faction, but I couldn't help myself from wanting to be friends with Tris, Christina, Al, and Will. They were the popular group. All Peter and Drew do is discuss plans to kill Tris. When she walked into the dorm room with only a towel, I wanted to scream at her to run, but I couldn't concede, that would mean letting go of my pride, and that just isn't something I can do. Instead I helped Peter assault her.
Now I stand, on the matt, with a very, very angry stiff standing across from me. I want to apologize, but instead I say,
"Was that a birthmark on your left butt cheek?" Which only serves to make her more angry.
As always, I punch first, except, Tris ducks, and punches. Surprisingly, it hurts. I continue to punch or kick, and she continues to duck, as I get more and more frustrated. I feel like I do when I am trying to swat a fly. I get so close, but the fly always manages to allude me. I stop for a second, and make a guttural, animalistic sound. Suddenly, I feel a sharp pain in my stomach, painful enough to distract me. Tris kneed me in the stomach. Before I know it, I have been knocked on the mat. She starts to kick me, all over my body. She gets to my face, and I feel a white hot crackling pain, that zaps through me like electricity travels through a circuit.
She continues to kick me in the face. The pain drives me crazy, and I can't think. All I feel is the excruciating pain in my face.
And finally the beating stops. Blood has flooded my eyes, so I can't see very well, but from what I can perceive is that Four has lifted Tris off of me, and has managed to calm her down. As much as I deserved that beating, I can help thinking that I can't go back now. I can't try and apologize to Tris. I let my enormous ego, and my need to always keep my pride get in the way. My life sucks. Is what I think before it all fades to a fuzzy black.