Call Me Six

3: 'Saving Yourself, My Arse' -Tobias

TOBIAS-

The second day of school and the great Beatrice Prior had already made a lasting impression on everyone.

In this small town school, her reputation was already spreading like a plague.

She was like no other... She earned her beauty, her grace, and her impressions that were permanently imprinted on people. Naturally, she wasn't the most stunning girl, but confidence radiated off of her and the self-belief was contagious. She believed in herself, and by doing so, made others believe in her.

It's like everything she did was planned, perfectly calculated down to the finest detail...

The finest detail.

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"Bros!" Uriah shouted the next morning as he ran up to Zeke, Christina and I. "I'm officially a man... before, you." He turned to Zeke and slapped his cheek twice.

"Why, did you finally potty train yourself?" Chris smirked from where she clung to my side.

"Nope, I've given up the good old V-card." He smirked back and wiggled his eyebrows.

Christina let out a fake gag before proceeding to walk away. "If you wanked into a sock while she sat there awkwardly it doesn't count!" she shouted as she merged into the sea of school kids.

"Please tell me you didn't get back together with Marlene?" I was almost begging. They'd had the most irritating relationship for the past 13 months. Zeke and I had almost made a plan to split them up once and for good...

"Nope."

"Who then?" Zeke questioned but Uriah just smirked.

And he continued to smirk, and smirk, and smirk; until you know who strolled up to us and planted a quick kiss on his cheek.

"Hey, you," she whispered into his neck before turning her attention to me.

"No," I said as the pieces pulled together. "Uriah, you didn't... Her?"

He simply grinned bigger.

"No... You were a complete and utter, nun back in Chicago! You've known this freak for a day and already got in his pants."

"Hey-"

"Shut it," I turned to Uriah and said. "What happened to your massive speech about saving yourself for the right guy?"

She just shrugged.

"Saving yourself, my arse," I mumbled under by breath.

"Well, I'm gonna go," Tris said as her heels clicked against the floor.

The silence that followed was not so much awkward as it was confusing. Both Zeke and I wore a scowl as Uriah was still stained with a smirk.

"You slept, with her?" Zeke questioned once more as if nothing from the last five minutes had processed through his brain.

Uriah simply hummed in response."W-When I was in the house?!"

"Um, yeah," He said as if it was obvious. "I don't know, it was kind of a heat of the moment, drunken love type of thing."

"You were drunk?!"

"Yeah."

"Just wait till Mom finds out..."

"She already did," Uriah winced and shrunk a few inches. "She saw Tris leave this morning when she came back from her night-shift and grilled me before breakfast."

"You're the reason why she wouldn't make banana pancakes this morning?!" Uriah nodded in response. "Dick head," Zeke breathed out under his breath.

"Just, by the way, Mom's hangover cure may work brilliantly but it's absolutely gross and made me puke two times today so don't ever get drunk, big bro."

"Duly noted," he said just as the bell rang.

Once again, we had Math with Mrs. Mathews first lesson so we slowly trudged our way over to her room.

The classroom was reasonably large with paired desks that were arranged neatly in rows. There's a constant aroma of air freshener and disinfectant. I'm pretty sure that Mathews is a neat freak...

We all file into the classroom but before I can even take a seat, the witch has called my name and all eyes are on me.

"Mr. Eaton," her shrill voice called and the chatter was silenced. "Wait outside, please." The familiar clicking filled the room and Mathews' face contorted. "You too, Miss Prior."

The rest of my fellow students slumped back into their seats and Zeke sat atop of his at the back of the class. You're screwed, he mouthed as I discretely flicked him off.

"Now," Mrs. Mathews' incredibly annoying voice chimed as she closed the classroom door behind her. "If you'd kindly explain, where you were yesterday morning during my lesson then we can continue this day without having to issue detentions.

"Miss Prior, you first. Tell me, what was so important that you had to skip my class yesterday."

"Well... Mrs. Mathews, have you ever heard about the birds and the bees?"

"Miss Prior, I highly suggest that you make your excuse a little less detailed. All I want to know is where you were?"

"When?"

"During my lesson!" She snaps and takes a moment to compose herself.

I watch as Tris taps her chin and fiddles with her perfectly straightened hair that drapes carefully over her shoulders. "Bleachers."

"What?"

"You said to make it less detailed." She smirks and shrugs, appearing somewhat pleased to have pissed off one of the most strict teachers at Divergent High.

"And you, Mr. Eaton. Where were you during my lesson?"

I let out a large sigh and rack my brain for some excuse. "Honestly, Mrs. Mathews, your class just slipped my mind." Her reaction is priceless... It's like I can almost see my words crawling under her skin as they aggravate her.

"Sit at the front, both of you." She instructs and holds the door open for both of us to walk in.

"Ladies first," I smirk and usher Tris through the door.

"If only you were that classy last year," she smirks before strutting in and getting settled down in our newly assigned seats.

I plop down beside her and pull out a pencil from my bag and begin drumming it slightly against the wooden desk.

It's the same old, same old maths lesson; an introduction, followed by countless, stupid equations.

Although, somewhere along the lines of Pythagoras' theorem, Tris and I started shooting hushed insults into the air like they were fireworks on the 4th of July.

"Slut."

"Dickwad."

"Whore."

"Bastard."

"Bimbo-"

"Mr. Eaton and Miss Prior, it would be greatly appreciated if you'd keep those vulgar comments to yourselves!" Mathews shouts as she slams her palms on top of our desk.

"Jackass." Tris simply continues as if she was unaffected by Mathews' performance.

"Detention!" Just as that word leaves her mouth, I feel a sharp pain shoot through my calf and I hiss slightly at the feeling. Did Tris just kick me? "Both of you." Another sharp jab shoots through my leg and I grit my teeth to stow away curses. "All week."