A/N:
THREEEEE UPDATESSSSS.
Won't be able to update tomorrow, though. Going to my cousin's birthday party.
OH! And make sure to take my Poll on which fanfiction I should do after this one is finished. Might be a short chapter today…don't know yet.
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We pull into the school's parking lot and get out. We get a lot of stares and I instantly feel self-conscience of my appearance. Maybe this was a bad idea…
Christina links her arm with mine and whispers, "Ignore them. You look fabtastic."
I nod and smile, actually believing that I look pretty. We walk into school, and I quickly scan my eyes for Tob-Four. I don't see him, but that doesn't mean that he isn't here. Christina and I head for our lockers, and so far no one has made a stark comment yet. I do hear a few "oohs" and a few snickers, but no one has said anything yet. Probably too afraid that I still have some me in me.
We approach our lockers and unlock them. I grab my books as does Christina, and when I close it I see Uriah staring at me. I am going to make a rude remark, but realize that I have to change. No rude remarks, right?
"May I help you?" I ask, lacking sweetness. Shit.
"You look…different," he comments.
"Thanks."
"May I ask why?"
"I don't want to talk about it," I say. I don't need to show my vulnerability. Also, if I cry, my eyeliner and mascara will run and ruin my somewhat pretty face. I walk away leaving him and Christina behind. I walk to science, and the thought that I sit next to Four barely crosses my mind. I walk in, and see him sitting there in his seat. My breath hitches and I start shaking. I take deep breaths and count to ten, but nothing is helping. I'm having a freaking panic attack. I hear someone talking behind me but I faintly register it. I keep my gaze locked on him. I haven't seen him since yesterday was it? Was it only that short of time ago? He has dark circles under his eyes, and his head in down on the table.
"Tris! Tris?! Tris, are you okay?" Christina - I think it's Christina - asks. I nod faintly, suck it up, and go to sit down. As soon as I sit down, though, my nerves start acting up. Four hasn't looked up yet, and I start to think if he's actually scared to do so. When I sigh some relief, I see his head come up out of the corner of my eye. I notice he isn't wearing his glasses. The glasses that he always wore for me. Because I liked them.
I start silently hyperventilating. Double shit.
"Tris," he says slowly, carefully. My breathing picks up. "You look…"
I stop him there. There's seven minutes until class, so my rant should fit in perfectly.
"No. Don't even. You cheated on me! You freaking cheated on me with a freaking slut." I try to think of what Christina would do. I abruptly stand up. Christina wouldn't stay calm. "You don't deserve to talk to me! What do I look like, Four? What do I possibly look like to you? Someone to be played with? Because that ain't the answer, you slut-sucking bastard." I start making my way towards the door. I can't stay in this class. Before I storm out, I turn to face him. His face looks shocked and his eyes tell me pain. Lies. "I was over you before we even started, you asshole," I hiss at him. That should do it.
I open the door and storm out, not bothering to see the other people's reactions. I run to the bathroom, glad Christina let me wear my boots instead of heels. I slam open the door and run into the handicapped stall. I slide down onto the floor and sob. I don't care if my makeup runs. I don't care I don't care I don't care. I will stay in here for the rest of the whole freaking school day if I want to.
So that's exactly what I do.
I hear the bell that ends each period, and play games on my phone to pass the time. I can't face the school like this. After my little Four meltdown. Now that the whole science class knows Four cheated on me, we're most definitely the talk of the whole school. I caused hell for myself.
At least I caused hell for Four, too.
He's probably being bombarded with whores throwing themselves on him. But he'll probably just suck their faces off, anyways.
But then again, that means Zeke and Lauren and Shauna found out. As far as I know, they won't approve of him cheating. And Lynn and Marlene and Will and Uriah and Christina will create a hell rainstorm on him for cheating on me. So he won't have any friends.
Let the hell storm begin! Begin, I say! Begin! I start manically laughing in that handicapped bathroom stall, and I hope to God that no one else is in here. But what do they care if I am?
Laughing soon turns to crying, which soon turns to sobbing, which even sooner turns to bawling. I'm crying over the boy who broke my heart.
What did I even do to deserve this? Was he just showing me that he didn't change his ways from junior and sophomore year? Maybe he was. Maybe he never changed from the beginning.
Maybe this was all just a sick game he wanted to play with me. Maybe it was all fake. All of it. Maybe he didn't feel the surge of electricity that I did when we touched.
Maybe he never even loved me.
This gets my blood flowing, and I stand up and whip out my phone. I dial Christina's number and she picks up on the third ring.
"Tris?! Where are you? It's already last period!"
Last period?! I was crammed in this bathroom this long?
"I'm in the bathroom," I choke out. My voice is raw from crying. Christina gasps, either from my voice or from the idea that she never checked the bathroom. "Meet me here in ten and bring your makeup bag. We're gonna rain hell on that son of a bitch."
I can almost see her grin from the other side of the phone.
A/N:
Sorry that this chapter was only 1.1k : (
All the other ones were at least 1.2k plus.
Anyway, I updated, what? Three, four times this week?
Beeeee proud of me.
~thatrandomdivergent