I do not own "Divergent". I may use some of their scenes, maybe even to the exact word, but I do not claim ownership for them. It belongs to Veronica Roth. I also use the characters, but I DO NOT OWN "DIVERGENT"..though that doesn't mean I love it any less..or that I wouldn't want to own it.
I wake up in the morning. Nothing has actually happened, it's pretty boring. Yes, it's only been a day..but who cares? It's Friday. I've almost gotten through my first week of high school..not that I care. This week has been awful, so all I can hope for is that the rest of the semester won't be this way. I've been working on my part of the song. It's been coming out great. I'm just curious as to what he wrote. It better be good or else he'll have to deal with an unhappy me. So far I've come up:
On the first page of our story
The future seemed so bright
Then this thing turned out so evil
I don't know why I'm still surprised
Even angels have their wicked schemes
And you take that to new extremes
But you'll always be my hero
Even though you've lost your mind
Now there's gravel in our voices
Glass is shattered from the fight
In this tug of war you'll always win
Even when I'm right
'Cause you feed me fables from your hand
With violent words and empty threats
And it's sick that all these battles
Are what keeps me satisfied
So maybe I'm a masochist
I try to run but I don't wanna ever leave
'Till the walls are goin' up
In smoke with all our memories
So yes, I was only supposed to write 2 parts, but I was feeling inspiration. Anyway, I wonder if he even thought about the assignment. I guess I'll find out at school today. I still have his shirt and jacket because he made me keep them. I have nothing more to say on that matter. I decide to walk to school today. It seems like it'll be a nice change of scenery. In a few more weeks, my parents will be leaving. I wonder if my friends are still divided..all because of me. With all my thoughts, I don't realize that I've already reached the school. I get to my locker and pull out all the supplies I'll need. Getting away isn't that easy though. Peter trips me and I fall. Lauren and Molly start kicking my sides. I immediately get up so no more damage can occur. A whole fight breaks loose. Me vs. Lauren and Molly. So far I'm doing good, they have really weak strategy. Then I feel a hand pushed against my forehead and it's so long that it covers my eyes, too. The same with Molly, and Lauren is being shielded by the arm attached to the hand. I get the hand off and see Four.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" I yell outraged.
"Maybe if you weren't picking fights I wouldn't have had to do that," he says quietly, trying to be intimidating. Well, too bad it doesn't work that well on me.
"So you come in right when I've gained dominance, but not when they do?" I ask.
"Shut it, Prior," he snaps coldly.
"Bitch," I mutter under my breath, but he must've been pretty close to me because he heard it.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Would you rather have me contact the front desk instead? So all of your family can know?" He threatens. I feel tears welling up in my eyes but only a few. It's not that noticeable. It's a good thing I knew I could never trust him.
"No," I barely reply. It comes out hoarse.
"I cannot hear you. Speak louder, freshman," he commands quietly. If there's one thing I've learned about Four, it's this: Quiet=Dangerous. I still keep learning it the hard way though. This guy can't scare me.
"No," I whisper. He can't scare me, but I'd rather not be an even bigger disappointment than I already am. I feel even more tears well up in my eyes, but they will remain there, unshed.
"Hey Four, the Stiff is crying," Peter mocks.
"Aw. What's wrong, Stiff? Did the big, bad Four hurt your feelings? Did you actually think he'd go for you?" Zeke starts joining in on the "fun". Ew. Four & I. What's wrong with these people's brains? Oh, wait, I know. If they're coming up with these conclusions, then they don't have one. I attempt to walk past them, but Peter catches my wrist, rather harshly.
"Stiff," he hisses. It reminds me of what he said before...of how we aren't over just yet. I shudder at the thought of what awaits me.
I try to get away, but he still has a good hold on my wrist. He shoves me into the lockers and then Nita comes out. She gives Four a quick peck and then heads for me. She takes her heel off and starts jabbing the pointy part into me. As if I didn't already have bruises. Another fight is about to break out between us until Four pulls Nita back and slams me once last time into the locker. I yelp but that's all they're getting out of me.
I then head to Math, limping. Nothing wrong with my foot, but my stomach hurts like a bitch. Everybody else is already here, even the Devils. Class still hasn't started so I'm not late. I take a seat and once the teacher walks in he clicks his tongue at me in disapproval.
"Beatrice Prior! Office, now!" He screams at me. His eyes look they're about to bulge out of his head.
"Wow. Not even a story?" I ask sarcastically.
"That's it. I'm calling your parents," he says calmly.
"No. Please, no. I'm begging you," I don't care how weak I seem. I need to impress my parents.
"You should've thought of that before you beat them up, especially my daughter," he says, pointing to the jerktourage.
"But I didn't-," I start. I stop once he gives me the "it doesn't matter what you say it's still false" look.
"Yes, Ms. Prior?" He asks, knowing he has the upper hand.
"Nothing," I mumble almost incoherently.
"Very well. I shall call your parents," he says, with a smirk. I nod my head.
I head to the bathroom. That's when I let the tears come. I take out a razor. I don't cut, this would be my first time. I probably shouldn't be doing this. I take one last glance-of longing-and then put it back down where I found it.
+++
I'm not getting picked up. I still have to finish the school day. Home is where disappointment will kick in. My friends are trying to cheer me up about the whole "parents" thing, but I never told them the real story.
"Don't worry, your parents are pretty cool. They'll understand," Mar says. Everybody agrees.
We're still divided. Christina passes by our table and "accidentally" dumps her tray on me. Why all this drama? I get up and stare at Christina hard.
"Why did you do this?" I whisper.
"Tris, it's time you learn where you belong," she says as if she's talking to a five-year-old.
"Get the fuck away from her, you jealous bitch," Lynn growls.
"Fine, let's go, Will," she says sternly. He looks at all of us. Especially me. By now, the whole cafeteria is staring, trying to wonder what went wrong with the legendary best friends.
"Chris, don't you think this is a little too much?" He asks warily.
"No. I don't. Why? Do you, Will?" She asks with caution in her tone.
"Chris, can we please stop this? I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to steal your audience," I plead. I miss my best friend.
"I'll think about it. Now, William?" She asks again.
"I have to side with Tris on this one. You're being very unreasonable. In fact, I think you need to change Chris..I'm breaking up with you", he says with a sigh. Great. Thanks a lot, Will. Now I'm never getting my best friend back.
"Chrissy, please come back to me. I miss my best friend. Chrissy-poo?" I need to get back my chance.
"I'll think about it. And how can you be so sure she didn't do anything? Did you hear what she was trying to get Al to do? She really isn't the same person she was before," she growls.
"What could she have possibly done to Al?" He yells at her.
"She was trying to get with him," she snarls.
"Yes. That's why I've seen him being creepy with her," he says sarcastically. At that, Al's cheeks turn red in embarrassment and the whole cafeteria snickers. She is about to leave when she focuses her attention on me.
"You," is all she says. I bet I look worse than she does right now. Even with her mascara leaked eyes. Uri comes up to me and gathers me in his arms. I start silently sobbing and he doesn't care. Will just stands there, pained. I rest my hand on his shoulder to show him my thanks and continue my silent crying. He pats my hand with his.
+++
Music. The time me and Four actually have to communicate. Could this day get any worse? Thankfully, though, it hasn't. We won't be having music next week because it changes every week. Tori is thinking about making it months though. If she wants to keep weeks, we will have art Monday. Anyway, she says we can just work on our assignment. I go to Four.
"Did you finish your part?" I ask almost mechanically. He nods his head.
"You?" He asks. I nod my head back.
"Well, then, let's take a look," he says after some silence between us. I nod, again. I show him mine.
"This is amazing, you know," he comments. I blush.
"Let me see yours," I whisper.
He shows me his:
[Part One:]
I can't tell you what it really is
I can only tell you what it feels like
And right now there's a steel knife in my windpipe
I can't breathe but I still fight while I can fight
As long as the wrong feels right it's like I'm in flight
High off her love, drunk from her hate,
It's like I'm huffing paint and I love her the more I suffer, I suffocate
And right before I'm about to drown, she resuscitates me
She fucking hates me and I love it.
"Wait! Where you going?"
"I'm leaving you!"
"No you ain't. Come back."
We're running right back.
Here we go again
It's so insane cause when it's going good, it's going great
I'm Superman with the wind at his back, she's Lois Lane
But when it's bad it's awful, I feel so ashamed I snapped
Who's that dude? "I don't even know his name."
I laid hands on her, I'll never stoop so low again
I guess I don't know my own strength
[Part Two:]
It's morning, you wake, a sun ray hits your face
Smeared makeup as we lay in the wake of destruction
Hush baby, speak softly, tell me you're awfully sorry
That you pushed me into the coffee table last night
So I can push you off me
Try and touch me so I can scream at you not to touch me
Run out the room and I'll follow you like a lost puppy
Baby, without you I'm nothing, I'm so lost, hug me
Then tell me how ugly I am, but that you'll always love me
Then after that, shove me, in the aftermath of the
Destructive path that we're on, two psychopaths but we
Know that no matter how many knives we put in each other's backs
That we'll have each other's backs, 'cause we're that lucky
Together, we move mountains, let's not make mountains out of molehills,
You hit me twice, yeah, but who's countin'?
I may have hit you three times, I'm startin' to lose count
But together, we'll live forever, we found the youth fountain
Our love is crazy, we're nuts, but I refuse counsellin'
This house is too huge, if you move out I'll burn all two thousand
Square feet of it to the ground, ain't shit you can do about it
'Cause with you I'm in my fuckin' mind, without you I'm out it
"This is amazing, too, you know", I tell him.
"How do you want to put it together?" He asks.
"Well, the chorus first and last..and I did three parts, so you could put yours in between mine," I suggested.
"Okay, let's try it," he says.
[Tris:singing]
"Just gonna stand there and watch me burn,
but that's alright because I like the way it hurts.
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry,
but that's alright because I love the way you lie.
I love the way you lie
On the first page of our story
The future seemed so bright
Then this thing turned out so evil
I don't know why I'm still surprised
Even angels have their wicked schemes
And you take that to new extremes
But you'll always be my hero
Even though you've lost your mind", I start singing.
[Four:rapping]
"I can't tell you what it really is
I can only tell you what it feels like
And right now there's a steel knife in my windpipe
I can't breathe but I still fight while I can fight
As long as the wrong feels right it's like I'm in flight
High off her love, drunk from her hate,
It's like I'm huffing paint and I love her the more I suffer, I suffocate
And right before I'm about to drown, she resuscitates me
She fucking hates me and I love it.
"Wait! Where you going?"
"I'm leaving you!"
"No you ain't. Come back."
We're running right back.
Here we go again
It's so insane cause when it's going good, it's going great
I'm Superman with the wind at his back, she's Lois Lane
But when it's bad it's awful, I feel so ashamed I snapped
Who's that dude? 'I don't even know his name.'
I laid hands on her, I'll never stoop so low again
I guess I don't know my own strength"
I start singing again and he chimes in a little:
[Tris and Four:singing]
"Now there's gravel in our voices
Glass is shattered from the fight
In this tug of war you'll always win
Even when I'm right
'Cause you feed me fables from your hand
With violent words and empty threats
And it's sick that all these battles
Are what keeps me satisfied
[Tris:singing]
So maybe I'm a masochist
I try to run but I don't wanna ever leave
'Till the walls are goin' up
In smoke with all our memories"
We're so caught up in the strums of the guitar and song we aren't paying attention to anything, including our classmates surrounding us.
[Four:rapping]
"It's morning, you wake, a sun ray hits your face
Smeared makeup as we lay in the wake of destruction
Hush baby, speak softly, tell me you're awfully sorry
That you pushed me into the coffee table last night
So I can push you off me
Try and touch me so I can scream at you not to touch me
Run out the room and I'll follow you like a lost puppy
Baby, without you I'm nothing,
I'm so lost, hug me
Then tell me how ugly I am, but that you'll always love me
Then after that, shove me, in the aftermath of the
Destructive path that we're on, two psychopaths but we
Know that no matter how many knives we put in each other's backs
That we'll have each other's backs, 'cause we're that lucky
Together, we move mountains, let's not make mountains out of molehills,
You hit me twice, yeah, but who's countin'?
I may have hit you three times, I'm startin' to lose count
But together, we'll live forever, we found the youth fountain
Our love is crazy, we're nuts, but I refuse counsellin'
This house is too huge, if you move out I'll burn all two thousand
Square feet of it to the ground, ain't shit you can do about it
'Cause with you I'm in my fuckin' mind, without you I'm out it"
No attention being paid to anyone other than our song..
[Tris and Four:singing]
"Just gonna stand there and watch me burn,
But that's alright because I like the way it hurts.
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry,
But that's alright because I love the way you lie.
I love the way you lie," we end the song. He strums the last chord.
This time, though, we aren't caught up in each other, but the stares we're receiving. I notice the whole class looking at us intently, including Tori. I immediately get up and excuse myself. Four goes to talk to Tori. I stand outside the room waiting for their stares to leave me. When I feel like a majority of them are gone, I enter the room again. Nobody is paying us any attention thankfully, except of course Chris and Al. That's all I'm aware of, at least. Four and Tori are still talking. I go to join the conversation.
"Yes. Your assignment has been turned in and you have both received full scores," Tori says, acknowledging me. We both nod. He then goes back to his seat.
"What were you two talking about?" I ask.
"Nothing really," she says, though I know she's keeping something from me, and she knows I know that much.
"Don't worry about it," she assures me. I nod my head once more.
+++
I'm home. Today was boring. Weekend dopes. So happy. I wonder what it brings.
"Beatrice, somebody wants to talk to you," Caleb yells. I take the phone from him.
"Hello?" I ask.
"Hey," I would've never guessed it was him. How'd he even get Caleb's number? They must have a class together. Why didn't Caleb tell me before handing the phone to me?! I glare at him from across the hall. He just smirks.
"What the hell do you want, Four?" I whine, spitting his name out like its venom.
"I needed to ask you something, pipsqueak," oh great! The nickname is back.
"What?" I snarl.
"Tori wanted me to tell you that we're going to have a mandatory trip soon," he says back annoyed.
"That isn't a question," I say back annoyed, too.
"Never mind", he says all of a sudden.
"No! I want to know!" I complain.
"Of course you would," he says back with a smirk probably plastered onto his face.
"Do you trust me yet?" He asks hopeful.
I snort. "I'd rather not have my secrets carried in everybody's brain," I growl.
"What's your problem?" He asks.
"You. You're my problem," I say frustrated.
"Can you meet me at the park?" He asks out of the blue.
"Why would I do that?" I snap.
"Please? Just drop the annoying stubbornness act and for once, make a rational decision," he snaps back.
"Fine, bitch. Only because I'm curious as to what you have to say," I bat.
I seriously need help! What should I do for the next chapter? I'm warning you now, I'll give you FourTris scenes, but I want them to hate each other longer. This isn't the stereotypical "I hate you" but in the second chapter they're together. I want them to actually get together, not just a cheap one. But, please, inspiration?! If you don't want to offer it, I still have much, but it wouldn't hurt to get some from you guys. : )