Devil Takes the Hindmost Chapter Four!

A/N: Hello there! Sorry for a late update! I was writing in between classes, so it took awhile to write this out! I have chapter five already wrote out, but I'm just here to drive you craaaazy!

Thanks to reviewers! Mangere275, Little Meow Meow, Rockyrose13, Guests, LunarLover3517, kinukansara, , divergentandproudofit, luck8y! So here's chapter four in the highschool saga of Beatrice Prior!

BEATRICE'S POV:
"You're kidding!"
I shake my head as she paces in front of me madly, trying to contain herself. It was the end of my first day of Callister, and I was waiting at the back entrance with Christina, who insisted she didn't want to go home anyways. The back lot has several flower beds and some bike racks, but most of it sidewalk edged with parking lot. There were some other cars still around, from convertibles to limos, and I was waiting patiently for my parents to pick me up. Caleb didn't have his own car, so he drove himself back and forth from the University of Chicago, where he goes to school.

"I'm serious, Christina!" I exclaim, trying to get her to stay focused. The story about Tobias Eaton planting toilet paper on my shoe had spread, and my cheeks were permanently red, as boys and girls all ages hissed dangerous things at me. Boys began to throw toilet paper at me, and then the girl gave me looks that would scare the devil himself.
"But, I'm telling the gospel truth! The-The ASSHOLE put it there so I'd be embarrassed!" I yell, shaking my head quickly. Swearing has never been a normal habit, but what Tobias did, I'll make an exception. Christina restrains herself from trying to laugh, but fails, as a loud cackle begins to emit from her mouth. She has to lean up against the bike rack, as I cross my arms, fuming. "This isn't funny!"

She has to take a couple of breaths before straightening up, a goofy sort of grin on her face. "This isn't the first time, y'know! He's done this a lot! Rumor has it he does it to girls he likes."

I feel my cheeks flush, than I shake my head. "I really don't care. No way will I ever like a two faced, sadistic, good for nothing, double crossed-"
Suddenly, Christina's brown eyes go wide. She grabs me from behind and presses both of us up against the wall, her hand covering my mouth. Her eyes are huge, and she has a look of scared prey in them. Christina, even though I only met her today, I know she wouldn't be acting like this unless it was serious. I bite back my insults, to hear two strong voices echoing in the parking lot. I freeze as two boys, one tall, dark and handsome, and the other, wearing a sweatshirt and jeans. My blood ices at the familiarity. Tobias.

"-do I make it up to her?", Tobias says, his tone confused and weary. Nothing like before, strong and seductive.

"Tobias, chill." Uriah responds, trying to calm his friend down. I look up at Christina quickly to see her eyes flashing.

"Just make it up to her at the party!" Uriah yells, rolling his eyes. The two have come to a halt in the middle of the parking lot, and now Tobias crossing his arms, staring angrily at his rambling friend. "If…she goes…" Uriah added after a pause. He quickly gets over his unsure state, and then a big smile takes his face. "But if you think screwing her at the party will fix it, you need to sort out your priorities."

"You've done it a million times." Tobias counters, his cheeks red. I look up at Christina, simply as confused as I am. "She…She's different, Uriah."

"Oh no…" Uriah groans. Tobias gives him a hateful glare and he withers.
"She didn't want to run into my arms after…usually, girls would just cry. Not her…I can't fix it as easily as before. She's angry. And…I want to fix it…"

Uriah suddenly grabs Tobias by his forearms, an alarmed look on his face. "Dude, are you okay? Do you need to see a doctor?"

Tobias shakes him off, and looks off at the sky, a wild sort of look in his face. Like everything he once knew to be true had dissolved, and he was dwelling in possibility. "I underestimated her…"

Suddenly, his friend begins to smack him, three times in a row. I watch, fear gripping me. Nobody just does that to Tobias Eaton. I know that. I bite my lip, as Uriah yells.

"Get a hold of yourself, man! So, you underestimated her? BIG DEAL!" he yells in his face. "The point is, SHE'S JUST ANOTHER GIRL. GET. OVER. IT!"
He slaps his face with every syllable, trying to knock some sense into his friend. Me and Christina both hold our breaths as Tobias pushes Uriah off, and for a moment it looks like he'll start a fight, his fists clenching and a dangerous look in his face. But after some silence, he relaxes, all the fight draining out of him.

"You're right…" he says in a low tone, sort of defeated. "Just…Just another pretty face." He looks down, as though ashamed, but looks right back up, trying to feign a smile. Uriah laughs and smacks his back affectionately.

"Glad to have you back, bud. C'mon!" he says in a too cheerful voice, "I arranged to meet Shauna Robinson and Marlene Stevens at the mall. Always go for the rebound."

The two walk away, make half-hearted conversation, as they head for the red Corvair in the far left of the parking lot. Both jumping in, they speed out of the parking lot in less than a minute. Christina releases both of us, a sort of pitiful look on her face.

"Beatrice, look…" she says in a warning tone, as though ready to tame me. But it was too late for that. I was angry. Angrier than before.
Never have I felt…this sort of hatred! Who the hell did he think he was? Thinking he could mess with me, then say I was different! I-I never understood this emotion…anger and sadness and jealousy…I turn to Christina, fire in my eyes and my fists clenched. I shove her hand away that she had attempted to put on my shoulder.

"I don't care." I say, my voice stone-like and cold. "I don't care what he has to say. I don't CARE what your cousin has to say…" my voice begins to shake with anger, "HE DOESN'T KNOW WHO HE IS DEALING WITH!"

I hear the sound of tires screeching into the parking lot, and picking up my backpack, I turn away from Christina and nearly tear the door of the car off. I throw my backpack in, and yell at Christina from the distance, my voice echoing with rage and fury. "He wants me to be different? WELL, HE WILL! I'll show him the HELL he is dealing with! I'll show them all, WHO I AM!"

I hop into the car as a stunned Christina simply stares in awe. My parents try to ask me what's wrong, but I jam my ear buds into my ears as the song "Soldier Side" begins to play, reflecting my anger and fury.

"They were crying when their sons left
All young men must go
He's gone so far to find no hope
He's never coming back.

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