A/N: JerkZero here! Like JerkNone? Play on names? Haha, no? Yes? Oh well, you're stuck with us! Enjoy!
***Four's POV***
When I awake the next day I decide I need to go teach little Peter a lesson. I look at the clock by my bed. 5 pm? I slept 12 hours from when I finally went to bed? I decide to still make four eggs and toast for breakfast, or well dinner.
I eat, wash my plate off, and get dressed. Once I slide my shoes on, I'm out the door. I hop in the my Jeep and I'm driving to Eric's second house. Why Peter and Eric would have chosen they would keep her there, was against my knowledge.
When I pull up out front, I try twisting the door knob, and it opens. I look around and see nobody. The last room I need to check is the bedroom. Someone has already installed a new door, since I broke the other one down. I twist the door knob and realize this door locks from the outside. I'm getting in. I pull open the door to see Tris and Peter in the bed. Tris is tied down, with her eyes squeezed tight and a look of pain in her face. Peter looks at me with his eyes dark, wondering what was interrupting him.
"You again?" Peter questions.
"Well who else would it be? The door breaking down again? You passing out again? Really it could be anything," I retort, which makes Peter's face fill with anger.
Tris's eyes are now open and when she looks over at me her face floods with relief. She must have thought I was Eric or something.
Peter comes at me in a rage. Once he comes into range I throw a front-snap-kick at him, it hits him right in the groin, causing him to fall down onto his knees. I walk over to Tris and start untying her restraints, and help her up. "Are you okay?" I ask her.
She nods her head, but she isn't looking at me. She's looking over my shoulder. I turn to see Peter and I kick him once more in the groin. When I did MMA, I broke too many guy's cups that I couldn't count.
I pull Tris along, wanting to get her out of this house.
****Tris's POV****
4 hours prior… (Haha see what we did there, Prior?)
A/N: JerkNone is here to write Tris' POV.
I wake up to my idiot of a brother singing a song right beside my head. He's belting it out, quite off-key, in order to kill me from shock. Doesn't he remember the hell of a night I had?
"I came in like a WRECKING BALL!" he sings, causing me to roll my eyes.
"What time is it?" I ask him, only to look at the clock and see it's one in the afternoon.
"One o'clock. Now, I realize that some of us had more eventful nights than others, but you still need to get up. Your phone's been buzzing nonstop since about ten. You're meeting Christina for lunch in thirty minutes," he gives me smug smile.
I glare at him with the hopes of burning holes in his complacent little head. I fling myself out of bed and shove him out of my room, then hop in the shower. I miraculously am ready within twenty minutes, giving me plenty of time to meet Christina in town at some new Italian place. My stomach grumbles in protest of leaving the house without breakfast, but I tell it to shut up. Then I look around to make sure no one saw that.
I don't wear any makeup today, and my hair is hanging down on my shoulders. I wear dark skinny jeans, a silky blue top, and flip flops. I take my VW Bug, which means I'll probably be giving Christina a ride home if her parents dropped her off at the restaurant. I always end up being her ride, considering she doesn't have a car. She jokes often about wanting an Aston Martin DBS, but unless she marries a doctor that's not happening.
Once at the restaurant, I realize I'll have to endure a steady barrage of questions about Peter that I don't feel like answering. Maybe I could tell her it was a joke. But then she wouldn't know that Peter and Eric are actual threats.
I sit in the parking space for much too long and continue to fix any mistakes so that I'm lined up in it perfectly. Once I almost hit a man driving in and receive the finger, I decide I should go inside. He shoots me a look but I don't feel like apologizing. I just hope he isn't a worker here.
Inside a friendly girl dressed in the staff's black and white uniforms greets me, menu in hand. Her blond hair is so curly it sticks up straight on her head, so I have to be careful to avoid staring at the mountain for too long.
"You're the one with the friend here?" she chirps.
"Yes, thank you," I say. She leads me to the booth where Christina sits. When the lady has her back turned I smooth down my hair from the convertible, afraid I may look like her.
"I'm Maya, and your waiter will be with you shortly. Is there anything you need right now?" she asks, already beginning to leave. We shake our heads in reply.
Waiter? Oh, crap, I really hope it's not that guy I pissed off in the parking lot. I pay attention to Christina instead. She's dressed strange today, with a purple scarf, large earrings, and some band t-shirt along with it. One quick check shows she's wearing jeans and flip flops, much like myself. She notices my stare and gives me a look.
"What?" she asks innocently, as if I'm doing something wrong.
"N-nothing," I stutter out. I work up the courage to say, "You just look… different, is all. I mean, why are you wearing a winter scarf? And do you even know," I strain to see the band, "Uh, Oysterhead?"
She sighs. "Well, no, but I'm trying to impress this guy who works here. Didn't you get my text? If I recall you said, 'go for it girl! You'll be swaggg,'" she drawls out 'swag.' Damn Caleb.
"Oh, sorry, my brother high-jacked my phone."
She rolls her eyes. "Yeah, my phone's been screwy lately. I think I need a new one, because someone texted me last night and it wouldn't come through or show me who it was. It was at like two in morning! Who does that?"
I bite my lip and immediately stop, knowing she will recognize it as a tell. "Huh, the nerve of some people. Maybe it was this guy you like," I tease with an aim to distract her. It works.
"I doubt it! His name is Will, and he's so amazing. I met him a few days ago at a party, and ever since I've been finding out about him. I should, like, go into the FBI or something with everything I've collected," she says, leaning back and looking smug.
A young man arrives at our table causing me to realize I haven't even looked at the menu.
"Can I get you anything to drink?" he asks, obviously fixated on the task at hand.
Christina's cheeks bloat as she sucks in a large amount of air. Her eyes bulge, and she struggles to keep herself under control. Under her dark skin her cheeks appear painted with a tinge of pink.
"I'll just have water, thanks," I tell him, flipping through the menu.
"S-same here," Christina stammers.
The boy with shaggy blonde hair and light green eyes walks away to get our order.
"Oh, isn't he just divine? And that little crease between his brow, it's so adorable!" she swoons.
I speak slowly. "Right. I'm guessing that's Will?"
She nods her head exuberantly. "Yes! I found out that he's in some alt band-" I raise an eyebrow at her. "Like, alternative rock. Anyway, he's really into music. I checked out indie bands and found this, so I made a shirt for them."
He returns, and doesn't note our sudden quietness. Perhaps he has this happen often, considering he's the youngest and most attractive man working here. He looks at Christina's shirt and smiles.
"Oysterhead, huh?" he asks, setting down our water.
She smiles back. "Yep. Oz Is Ever Floating is fantastic."
I look between the two of them as if they're speaking pig latin, and am sorely ignored and not provided an explanation.
"I don't know, Trey without Phish…" he says, shaking his head.
She nods. "Oh, I know, but it was just a side project. Came up with good songs though, didn't they?"
"Darn right," he says. "Have you decided on what you want?"
"Just the Caesar salad," Christina says.
"Uh, the cheeseburger and fries work," I say.
"I'll be back with those!" he says enthusiastically.
I scowl deeply at Christina until I feel my mouth will be permanently stuck like that and ease up. She watches a spot over my shoulder until snapping her eyes to mine.
"How'd I do?" she squeals.
"I didn't understand a word, so I guess you did okay. You do realize you'll have to learn a billion bands and songs before the next time you see him, right? And that you're not getting any Aston Martin's unless he hits it big as a musician?"
She lifts her hands and sweeps them to the left. "Please, you think I can't wing my way through this? Once I've gotten to know him it won't matter. He'll be too entranced by me!" She flutters her eyelashes.
She drones on and on about Will, what his family is like, where she plans to next meet him, how she's going to get into a band rehearsal, and how I'm going to be forced to go to his next gig.
"What?!" I snap at the last part.
She scrunches down in her seat a bit. "They're playing at a cornfield party next weekend, and he plays guitar. I thought I would need backup."
"And you expect me to know anyone there?" I ask.
She fiddles with her hair, one of her own tells like my lip biting. "You would know me! Come on, that's my problem, too. There band's actually pretty good."
I look at the ceiling in exasperation. "Don't tell Caleb about this or else he will go and flirt with any girl he finds. What's the band called, anyway?"
She purses her lips. "Uh, Archer's Arrow."
I laugh. "Oh, that'll be a sight to see!"
My laugh is cut short by the entrance of someone with silky dark hair and intense green eyes. His angelic features are set in a malicious smile. How did he find me?
Christina looks up from her salad to see what I'm staring at. No one stands out in particular to her, and she snaps her fingers in front of my face. It takes a full two snaps and Peter pointing to me while speaking to Maya before I look back at Christina.
"Chris, we gotta go."
She looks violated. "What? You're my ride home, you know, but I haven't even finished eating yet. Not all of us can wolf down food like that!"
Before I can reply, Peter has reached us. "Tris, fancy meeting you here! I was just about to text you and ask if you wanted to go for a walk with me." He flashes Christina his winning smile, and she melts.
"Tris, if you have to go, that's fine. My parents can bring me home…" she says, not tearing her gaze away from Peter until the end.
"I-" I begin.
"I can bring Tris home if you want to take her car home. I'm sure she won't mind. Oh, I'm Peter, by the way." He extends his hand to her and daintily shakes hers.
"I actually have a headache and was just talking about going home," I try.
Peter feigns worry and concern. "Oh, well then you're in no condition to drive! How about I just take you home. C'mon."
He grabs my shoulder and gently helps me up. His eyes are a warning that he will hurt Christina. I set my jaw and muster up the last of my pride as he escorts me out. I toss Christina the keys and fumble for my phone.
"Not this time," Peter snarls at me, plucking it from my grasp and shoving it in his pocket.
He hands me his helmet and shoves me on the dreaded bike behind him. Parts of me rub against him that should not be. He grabs my arms and pulls me even closer than last time. My face has to rest against his back looking to the side. His hand touches my hip before he sets off. I'm not as afraid of falling this time, but I'm even more terrified of Peter than before.
We're back at the same house as before soon enough. I take off my helmet and Peter grabs me, pinning my arms to my side. I squirm in his grasp but am unable to escape. For the love of all things sane, who is this man?!
He kisses the top of my head before taking me inside. "You're mine, now, Tris."
I realize that a smell of alcohol lingers on him. He takes me down the hall and begins tying me to the bed despite my vigorous thrashing. I yell at him to get away from me, so he walks down the hall. I hear him rummage around and come back.
He holds a bottle that fills the room with a pungent odor. He takes a few swigs.
"You're drunk," I say.
He smirks. "Only just now figuring that out, love? It's nearly five now, but that means I have, what, six more hours before you're missed? I see you broke the passcode," he looks at my phone. "Should I text your friend and tell her to stop on by, too? I'm sure Eric would be ecstatic."
I want to spit on him, but he's too far away. I pull at my restraints again and only get my wrists more raw and red. Peter finishes the whole bottle before climbing on top of me. I don't expect him to get too far, but he's certainly going to harass me.
I bite his lip when he kisses me. He backs off and tentatively presses a finger on it to stop the bleeding.
He slaps me hard on the face, and I close my eyes to brace myself. Then I hear footsteps. Eric's here now, I just know it. Can this get any worse?
"You again?" Peter asks. Is he talking to me?
"Well who else would it be? The door breaking down again? You passing out again? Really it could be anything," someone retorts. It's distinctly male...
I open my eyes to see Four and can feel my entire body sag with relief. Four! He's here! Then it occurs to me that he somehow knew I was here. Do I have two stalkers? Is it considered stalking when one of them is helping you?
Peter runs at him. Four throws a good kick right where it hurts. Peter collapses to his knees and I feel myself smile. Four walks over to me, unties my bonds, and assists me up.
"Are you okay?" he asks me.
I nod at him but stay fixated on a point behind him that is now getting up and gaining speed. Four turns and kicks him once more in the groin, thus ending Peter's chances of ever having children. He comes back over to me.
He pulls me along and I let him, wanting to get out of the house.
A/N (JerkNone): OMG! Thanks, CrazyBoutAnime. I just checked out your stories, and you are starting an ATLA and Hunger Games one! I love the Avatar fics, and my friends think I'm weird for watching a "kid show." (And having every episode on DVD) Psshh, Zuko's hot! Right, here's my high-horse, and here's me getting off of it. :)
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