A/N:
Loved the reviews you guys gave me…so I'm giving you my thanks by updating another chapter.
By the way, I can't update on Mondays and Thursdays…but all other days, I'm free to update! No only weekends and crap…I'll update whenever I have an idea!
Now enough about me…ONTO THE FANFIC!
Disclaimer: Is my name Veronica Roth? (I'll give you a hint…it's not) I DO NOT OWN DIVERGENT OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS as much as I wish I owned Four…
I have to sit next to him for the rest of the freaking school year?!
Christina looks at me with sympathy, but I don't accept the pity. I instead turn my attention back to Four, who hasn't even acknowledged my presence yet.
I stare intently at him, observing the faint scar on his chin from when we fell down the stairs together.
I have one on my knee.
I sigh but quickly cover my mouth in realization that I sighed out loud.
Four turns his attention to me. He studies me; my eyes, my nose, my lips. I glare at him.
'What?' he mouths to me, vanity playing at his mouth. I roll my eyes.
"What do you want?" he whispers. I narrow my eyes.
"An explanation," I whisper back bitterly. His gorgeous blue eyes express an emotion I haven't seen in them in years…sadness?
Flashback
"Four!" I scream at him. "Where the hell do you think you're going?!"
He stops in his tracks and turns to me on his heel.
"I don't know, Bea. I honestly don't know; but I don't care. I want to get away from you." he spits at me.
My eyes burn. Tears. No, no, no. I can't cry. It'll mean he wins.
"Four! Please! What did I do?! Please talk to me!" I yell. "Tobias!"
He takes a step closer to me.
"Don't you ever freaking call me Tobias again." I wish he would yell. It would scare me less.
He turns again and walks away.
I run into my house and up the stairs into my room. I slam the door and flop on my bed. I let the tears fall. I cry until there are no more tears to be shed. This is the last time I will ever let someone in. They'll just pretend around you and pretend to care about you until you do one thing they don't like, and then they'll leave you and break you until you're nothing left.
I scream into my pillow before throwing it against the wall.
I grab my phone and check the last conversation we had, wiping my eyes and cheeks of my salty tears.
F: Hey, Trissy.
T: Hey, Four.
F: What r u doing?
T: Texting u…
F: Um…can I come over? I need to talk to u…it's important.
T: Yeah, sure.
I throw my phone against the door, hearing the screen shatter.
What did I do wrong?
I can't let anyone in; I can't be so gullible anymore…
Will he forgive me for all I've done to get to this situation?
Please please please please…
Flashback Over
I've been staring at him for too long.
The emotion that was just there milliseconds ago vanished before I could identify exactly what it was.
He rolls his eyes and studies his Science textbook.
Oh, yeah. We're still in school… I think to myself, replaying our last time as friends in my head. Over and over.
Science and all morning classes breeze by quickly. Turns out, I sit next to Four in all my classes except AP History, which, thank God, he isn't in.
I enter the cafeteria, pissed off from today's events.
I grab some of whatever the school calls food and sit down at my normal lunch table from last year. And the year before. And probably the year before, also, but I don't quite remember. I don't even clearly see why I have friends, considering the tons of bullshit that I've been in with Four, but if I didn't have friends, then what would even be the point of coming to this hellhole?
But I'm five thousand percent sure they have secret meetings where they discuss how much they hate me and my attitude.
"So, Tris.." Uriah breaks my thoughts. "How were morning classes for you?"
Shitty, I think to myself.
"Fine," I say a little too harshly.
"Don't mind her. She's in a bad mood because she has to sit next to Four in all of her classes," Christina says for me. Uriah, Marlene, Will, Lynn, and Christina all know how Four ditched me about two years ago, so they all give an understanding nod and a sympathetic look. I scowl at them.
"I just hate him," I say.
"Who don't you hate?" Marlene jokes. I know she's trying to lighten the mood, but it really isn't helping.
The bell rings, indicating the end of lunch period.
I dart out of my seat and dump my "food" out.
I don't feel like finding out if I sit next to Four in any of my other classes, so I ditch the rest of the day.
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