I wake up sore. In addition to that, it's Wednesday. This week has been horrible. I get up to take a shower and rid myself of the dead skin and blood. I get dressed in Four's sweatshirt wearing my black sweater underneath. I don't want to wear his clothes. He just needs his shirt back, and I need my jacket. I still can't believe I actually made out with him, even if it was only once. I still gave up important things for a girl...that sure, maybe I don't fully care about (a small part of me can't help but dwell on my firsts), but other people do, and it doesn't help with him being the first for me. I had my first intimate session with him, my first kiss, but it could've been worse. At least I stopped when I did, or else he could've been my first time. I'm perfectly happy with my virginity, and I don't want to give it away to a total douche. With that said, I head downstairs for Ian to drive me to school. We stay in silence the whole drive. In fact, we even let out relieved sighs at the same time once we reached the parking lot. I enter the double-doors into my school. I walk through the halls to my locker keeping my head down. I may not usually get bruises left on my face, but this time he decided to teach me a lesson about defiance. It's just one bruise but having a lack of makeup experience tends to leave you vulnerable. I know I won't have a problem convincing my friends, but I do know that if Four were to see me like this...well, I don't know. He wouldn't care of course, but he still would know why I'm a rainbow. And that just bothers me. He could use it against me. If I were to say the same thing happens to him, he'd point to my face and say how I don't have any evidence. Just a douche, I tell you.
"Hey Tri- Woah. What happened to you?" Mar asks after having a glance at my face.
"I got in a fight. Can we please stop focusing on it?" I mumble.
Thankfully, they seem to buy the fight thing, so they don't say more. I get my things from my locker and head to math early. On my way there, Peter sees me. Get ready for the besetment.
"Aw. What happened to the Stiff?" Peter asks mockingly.
"That's none of your business. And I got in a fight," I say firmly. I keep eye contact.
"Are you sure? It seems as if there's something else. Is it hmm..is it..do you get beat?" When he asks it, I can't help but feel betrayal. I should've known Four couldn't keep his mouth shut.
"In fact, I bet you get raped too. Nope, you're obviously just a slut to that stuff," he adds.
Now I'm not so sure Four actually did tell him. I thought I made it pretty clear that he doesn't rape me. Of course, I didn't just come out and say it...judging by the way I acted though when we were alone should've tipped him off. Sure, I made out...but I didn't give him any inside mouth access and I would always find myself stopping when it seemed as if it were getting too intimate. But then again, I wouldn't be surprised if he weren't attentive, or just made his own false assumptions.
"Just go fuck off Peter. You and your false assumptions and accusations," I shoot clearly annoyed.
"Don't get mad, Stiff. You know I hate it when you get mad," he starts smiling at me devilishly. I step toward him.
"Ooh, I see the Stiff is getting feisty. I like it," he grins mischievously.
I walk past him to math but not before he grabs my wrist and whispers in my ear:
"This isn't over, Stiff," he hisses the last part.
I yank my wrist away and continue my way to math. I enter and immediately I'm struck with a nostalgic feeling after absorbing his words. This isn't over, Stiff. Great. Just great. I sit down in my seat. Nobody is really here, just the nerds. Just after I've settled in, everybody enters. I wonder who Four has this time. When he sits down, I notice I've never seen the girl around campus.
"Students, this is Nita," the teacher introduces her. So she is a new student.
"She is also my daughter," he continues on. The look he gives her is filled with such pride, I can't help but develop jealousy. She's obviously a daddy's girl. I was too, once, but now it seems as if my dad has just given up on me. I mean, my parents are amazing..but they aren't always around. In fact, just three months out of twelve. They decided to be here for two months of my summer and one month of freshman year to see us moving on to high school. My dad, though, he just seems more impressed with Caleb. Perfect grades, selfless [the virtue they value most and the one I'm awful at] to the core. My mom is a little better but still the same. I literally have all of my family members' looks of disapproval memorized. Including Caleb. I try immensely to gain their attention, but it's like I'm not worthy of it. It's only when I get in trouble do I gain it, and by "it" I don't mean tag, I mean their disapproval. I'm always getting into fights, it's my thing really. But what most people don't stop to consider is, I'm not the reason for the fight. I actually decide to step in and fight for the other ones. My parents have not found out about that, though. And I'm not one to just do something for reward. Anyway, while I was wrapped up in my thoughts and glaring at the desk, my teacher has been calling me and doesn't look happy. Every head is turned in my direction.
"Beatrice Prior! What do you have to say for yourself?" He asks.
'Stop it, dad,' I think.
"Sorry, I just zoned out. It won't happen again," I apologize.
"It won't..because I'm giving you detention," he informs.
"That's not fair, and I won't go," I tell him. I have never gotten detention before, and I won't now just because of a stupid thing like this. Not even my fights landed detentions.
"Excuse me?!" If he was mad before, he looks outraged.
"You can't give me detention for a baby excuse," I give him a hard, determined look.
"Watch your attitude young lady," he threatens, though doesn't mention detention.
"...I'll cancel your detention only once," he says.
"Thank you, sir," I tell him.
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Lunch, lunch, lunch, lunch, lunch, lunch, lunch.
I'm about to enter the lunch line when Four comes and trips me. I fall face-flat on the floor. Everybody starts laughing. I just get up unfazed.
"Aww Stiff," he teases. His whole demeanor, though, stiffens in one second after taking a look at me. I then remember the bruise on my face. I excuse myself to the bathroom. When I'm about to walk in, he grabs my wrist and leads me into a janitor's closet. He pushes me against the wall as in a "you're trapped" method.
"Tris, what did he do?" He asks. Doesn't care, just curious.
"That's none of your business," I glare.
"I don't even know why I bother with you," I scoff at him for saying this.
"I want my jacket and you can get your sweatshirt back," I've been waiting to do this all day.
"Fine, it's in the car," he tells me.
I follow him to his car and he unlocks it. Thankfully, he didn't switch cars today, so my jacket is still there..somewhere. I rummage through the car until I find it. I walk back into the cafeteria without caring about his consent. Me and my friends chat a little before we have to head to music.
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I get in and immediately feel tension in the air. I notice Tori isn't alone, there's somebody else with her that she is obviously not fond of.
"Class, this is Jeanine Matthews. Please refer to her as Ms. Matthews," Tori says. Then she adds:
"And Tris, you'll be singing today."
Singing? This is bad, like really really bad. I am very off-key and pitchy, as I've said before. I still go up and sing:

Eyes make their peace in difficulties
With wounded lips and salted cheeks
And finally we step to leave
To the departure lounge of disbelief

And I don't know where I'm going
But I know it's gonna be a long time
And I'll be leaving in the morning
Come the white wine bitter sunlight

Wanna hear your beating heart tonight
Before the bleeding sun comes alive
I want to make the best of what is left, hold tight
And hear my beating heart one last time
Before daylight

In the canyon underneath the trees
Behind the dark sky, you looked at me
I fell for you like autumn leaves
Never faded, evergreen

And I don't know where I'm going
But I know it's gonna be a long time
'Cause I'll be leaving in the morning
Come the white wine bitter sunlight

Wanna hear your beating heart tonight
Before the bleeding sun comes alive
I want to make the best of what is left, hold tight
And hear my beating heart one last time

I can't face this now everything has changed
I just wanna be by your side, here's hoping we collide
Here's hoping we collide
Here's hoping we collide

Wanna hear your beating heart tonight
Before the bleeding sun comes alive
I want to make the best of what is left, hold tight
And hear my beating heart one last time
Wanna hear your beating heart tonight

When I finish, all I hear is clapping. Astonishingly, it actually beats Christina. Oh, shit. She isn't going to be happy. She's just staring off into space, being emotionless.
Four casts a dark, conflicted look my way..but I don't care. I just go back to my seat as if nothing happened. The rest of class is a blur.
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I take nap a that day, though..you'll never guess what I dreamt. Me and Four are fighting, as usual, but then he pins me to the wall and sucks on my pulse point on my neck. Before that continues, I wake up from my stupor and end up rolling off the couch. I go to the nearest bathroom, with the idea still planted in my head. I puke. I told you it's repulsive. I check my phone and see a text from...Al.?
"Tris, can we meet somewhere? I'd love to talk to you."
I reply back sure and we discuss details.
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I'm heading out to go meet Al now.