Peter POV
She looks stunned. Speechless. Her blue-grey eyes twinkle, her face is blank. I stutter a little bit, disappointed by her appearance.
"Uh...I should probably go…" I mutter as I take one more look at her face. I turn around as she grabs my shoulder and pulls me back to her so that we're face to face. She tiptoes a little bit then looks up at me, her blue-grey piercing eyes.
"That is the only thing nice you had ever said to me…" She hesitates playing with her hair, "Thank you so much…" she adds.
I look down at her. "You deserve it, your beautiful and a great person."
I take her hand, she looks weirded out and scared.
"Peter…" She whispers.
I shush her, I'm studying her hand, I see scars, I pull her sleeve up, exposing scars and scars and more scars.
"Tris,"
She looked up at me I could see the tears in her eyes.I bend down and give her a kiss on the cheek.
"Call me!" I say, giving her my number.
Tris POV
After collecting his number he winks at me, then turns around and walks away. I felt the weirdest feeling ever, could it be happiness?
I walk out of the school and quickly drive home. I head up to my room, and see Caleb sitting on my bed staring in space.
"Caleb what are you doing?" I ask.
"Tris!" he says. "What took you so long, cheer practice was over an hour ago, Four came over to work on the project." He adds. Shit! I totally forgot. I immediately grab my phone and see 4 texts from Christina, and 6 from Four. I quickly explain, making up an excuse.
"Tris!" he yelled.
I look up from my phone. "I'm talking to you, respond." he punctuated.
"I saw Mr. Clarkson, and I needed him to help me with my homework. I forgot that I Four was coming over." I lie.
Caleb walks out of my room. I get texts back from Four and Chris.
Four: Where were you? I was worried.
Tris: Sorry, I forgot. Can we work on the project tomorrow?
Four: Yea!
Tris: G2G
Four: Bye.
I click on Christina's icon, and reply to her text.
Chris: Where the hell were you?
Tris: Sorry, I went to Mr. Clarkson for homework help.
Chris: Damn you Tris, Four and I were worried sick.
Tris: Sorry, g2g.
Chris: Bye, text me when you can.
I turn off my phone and change in to clean clothes, covering my cuts. I grab my phone and walk down the stairs. I hear my phone ring, my eyes perk up hoping that it's Peter. It's not it's an anonymous number.
You whore, you slut. You honestly have no idea what you are, you have no meaning to anyone. If you die, no one would care, no one would come to your funeral, no one likes you, bitch.
I felt a tear crawl down my cheeks. I wiped it away with my finger. I don't even know what I was thinking, I march into the garage and drive to Zeke's place. He's the brother that would understand and comfort me.
I drive to Zeke's place and head up to the door. I reach for the door bell, and I hear the ring echo from the inside. The door opens and Zeke has a shocked face, considering I didn't let him know I was coming.
"Tris, what are you doing here?" he breaks the silence.
I start to burst into tears, I can't hold the tears or the past, I need to tell him. He immediately escorts me into his room.
"Tris, speak to me. What is wrong?" he asks. I though Uriah would probably be hearing me cry, but he isn't here. Maybe he isn't home.
"I-was-attacked-by-pe-ter,-and-his-crew,-I got-home-and-…" I manage to let out, fighting off my tears.
"What? Tris, I can't understand what you're saying." Zeke says. I pull out my phone and show him the text. He reads it with a blank expression. When he finishes reading it, his face is flustered with anger.
"Who did this Tris?" he asks. I know he won't be able to make out what I say, so I shrug.
"Okay Tris, we are going to find out who said this. You'll be alright, you have your friends to take care of you." He says. I nod.
"Want to stay overnight, and then you can explain what you were trying to tell me?"
"Okay." I say, wiping my tears. I quickly text my mom, so she won't wonder where I am tonight.
The rest of the evening, Zeke and I have a couple of laughs, hanging out, playing video games. I beat him numerous times. "Dammit Tris, you're way better than Four." I laugh.
Zeke makes us dinner, he's a good cook. He makes pasta with home made tomato sauce and garlic bread. "This is really good! It's amazing!" I compliment.
Zeke blushes a little. "Thanks Tris, I never really cook for people, not even Shauna." He replies. We continue to eat, cracking jokes, and talking about teachers.
It turns out Uriah wasn't home, he was at Marlene's probably getting some. "Hey Tris!" Uriah says coming into the kitchen.
"Hey!" I respond.
"What you doing here?" he asks.
"Came to visit my big bro!" I say enthusiastically.
"Hey, why can't I be a big bro too?" he asks. Zeke and I look at each other and laugh. Uriah rolls his eyes, and stares at our food.
"Zeke did you make me dinner?" Uri whines.
"No, sorry bro. I uh, forgot about you." Zeke confesses, Uriah looking disappointed.
"It's alright, I ate at Marlene's." he explains.
"Cool, what did you guys do?" I ask, wiggling my eyebrows.
"No!" Uriah shouts, and storms out to his room.