Tris POV
The rest of the day goes by quickly. Christina and I walk to the gym for cheer tryouts. Marlene gives me her extra clothes and I quickly change. I come back out wearing a white muscle tee and black booty shorts. Our coach is Tori. I remember seeing her on the first day of school. "Okay girls, lets start with tumbling." She says.
We all line up in the corner of the gym, and one by one we show our tumbling routine, while Tori takes notes. I really want to make the team and be assistant cheer captain. Lauren is the Cheer Captain, so I can work with her.
At the end of the practice, we are told to make up a school cheer and routine, to present in the next practice. I go back to the change room and take off Marlene's clothes, and put mine back on. I get out of the change room and return Marlene's clothes, all the girls leave in a hurry, so I head to my locker.
I grab my books that I need for my homework and close my locker. The next thing I know, I was shoved against my locker and I take a fist to my face. It was a boy with caramel coloured hair, and cold blue eyes, Peter. He had two boys with him, one with brown hair that stood straight up, which I can identify as Al, and the other with dirty blonde hair that covered his eyes, Drew. The boy beating me looked at me then slammed my locker an dropped my bag to the ground.
He squeezed my left arm as I cringed with pain. He looked up at me and smirked before exposing the painful cuts, I thought I saw a shot of guilt in his eyes before he ran his fingers over the bumpy area.
Then I remember that nobody knows about my past, not even my mom or brother. My dad and my mom were divorced, and my dad took me with him. I was abused, getting slashed by a knife. Do you want to know why there are scars on my wrist? Getting beaten until all I saw was black? No one knows my story. It started when I was 8, I had friends and I would always hangout late at night. My dad would question me, blame me for everything I do. He beat me up everyday of my life, until one day, I had enough. I ran away to where my mom and Caleb had moved. They never asked about dad, they let me live with them. We moved here to Los Angeles, and I never felt so free and loved before. I have a happy life to live. I am worth living, I have meaning in me.
Flash Back
Every day I would think to my self, "This is it." Am I really going to live this everyday letting that bitch torture me? I looked at the blade once more. "This is for your own good." He says, slowly bringing the sharp metal to my skin, I look away. I feel a stinging sensation. It's okay. It's okay. I opened my eyes a little wider and peeked at the bloody slash right at my wrist. The blood started to drip out. The floor was red. I knew that this was just the beginning and all the pain was going to be let out. I close my eyes, taking a deep breath, I look back at my wrist. I feel the sharp slice through my flesh again and again. I felt a tear slowly slide down my cheek, like a child sliding through a water slide, only because of the pain.
End of flash back
At that time, I didn't know what was waiting for me, I didn't know that something this excruciating, would make me suffer even more.
"You cut?" the boy asks, his voice pulling me out of my thought and back to the present.
I didn't want to answer, I kind of just nodded my head slightly as a tear danced down my cheek.
He glared at me for a second. I didn't answer why. He looked up and blinked a few times before looking back at me, his two friends looked at him weirdly then turned their gaze towards me.
"Not worth it." He mumbles, and him and his gang walks away.
Peter POV
I couldn't bare to look at her without feeling myself cringe. She looked like a mess, her eyes were glassy with tears she tried to hide, I wanted to comfort her but my friends would probably laugh and never talk to me again.
I don't know why everyone looked at her that way, she was like a chandelier so beautiful, yet so fragile. I felt like if I were to walk over, she'd fall off the ceiling. She had beautiful piercing blue-grey eyes and long blonde hair. She was beyond beautiful, Four is lucky to have her.
I wanted so badly, to walk over to her, tell her that every one of those people who had looked at her in another way are jerks. To be honest, If I wanted to, I'd probably throw those boys and girls over the Chasm.
Tris POV
As I walk down the hallway, I spot out of all people, Peter. He is at his locker and I see that he is not with his gang, but by himself. Is he thinking? Feeling guilty, about what had just happened? I don't want him to see me, so I quickly walk in the opposite direction.
Before I can make my move, he looks over at me and gives me a quick little smile before turning back around to his locker. I could feel fear and curiousity bubble inside me.
I start walking back when I hear
"Tris!" I hear a voice say. I keep walking, at a faster pace now.
"Tris!" the voice repeats. I whip around to see the same cold blue eyes staring back at me. Ugh, what does he want.
"Uh, Peter…" I mumble a little bit, not knowing what to do.
"Hi Tris," Peter looks down for a minute, his perfect eyelashes facing the ground. "I wanted to let you know that I'm sorry. I've never actually talked to you, and I regret what I did earlier…" He stops speaking. His face looks guilty and sorry.