Call Me Six

6: 'Bitch, Please' - Tris

TRIS-

After ducking out of the boys' bathroom to let Uriah and Zeke handle their quarrels in peace, the day continued on as normal. And thankfully, Four was silent throughout the entirety of Mathew's class.

"Hey, Blondie!" My eyes reach for the heavens as I spin on my heel to be greeted by the tall tanned girl as she shoves through various younger students.

"Can I help you with anything?" Just fake a smile...

"Yeah, you can actually." Her tone is thick with sarcasm and her defensive posture tells it all. "Uriah Pedrad - quite frankly he's an idiot, but I've known him since we were in diapers so unless there's some history with you two that I don't know about, then you need to calm the fuck down, literally."

"I'm so very sorry - sorry, what's your name again?"

"Christina," she says with the bitterness seeking into every word.

"What I do is of no concern to you-"

"He was coming to me for advice on your relationship or whatever you call this... this thing. Apparently you shagged his brother and now he's desperate to find a way to win you back.

"So if you could kindly fuck off and leave him out of your little games, it'd be much appreciated."

"Well, he must think you've got a wide knowledge when it comes to dealing with relationships," I say and it's like I can see my words burrowing deep into her skin and aggravating every nerve in her body.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Bitch, please. It's easy to see that you're just some whore that Four is using at the moment; he's probably got five more girls just like you: desperate for someone's attention.

"You'd probably sleep with anything that told you what you wanted to hear. For example, Al, sure he's probably a nice guy and all but a pretty girl like you could do way better-"

"How did you-"

"This is high school, Christina, I can learn anything about anyone in a heartbeat.

"Anyway... As I was saying, your long list of past relationships must have fooled the poor boy into thinking that you were any good at them. I mean, you must at least be good at the sex part or Four would be bored of you by now...

"Seven months... you almost beat my record with him. Cling on, only two to go and you'll officially be his longest relationship."

Her face is red, fists clenched by her sides and her teeth gnawing down into the side of her cheek.

"Is that what you think about me, Tris? I met you one week ago and you think that!" she screams and the hallway falls silent - a rare occurrence in any high school.

"Is that what you all think?!" Christina continues to scream but this time she's not just addressing me. "You think I'm some slut-bag?!"

And here come Four, running through the frozen crowd, towards the frantic mess of a girl.

He spins her to face him and takes her hands in his. "Chris, what's happening, what's wrong, baby?" His eyes search her desperately before a cold glare settles on me.

"Honey do you wanna know why I call him Four? It's because when I was in the hospital for two months, after my house burnt down and parents died, he cheated on me. With four girls.

"To people like him... You're just another number."

Her jaw quivers as she blinks back tears; taking deep breaths to compose herself.

"How many?" she says and he looks at her confused.

"What do you mean, baby?"

"Don't call me that, please." Her voice deceives her now, letting the shakiness echo out for all to hear. "How many girls did you sleep with before m-me? How many girls are you sleeping with?"

"Baby-"

"I said don't call me that!"

"Christina," Go on, Four... Say it! My subconscious is screaming at him right now. "Now is not the time-"

"Am I just another one of your whores?" He doesn't answer... He doesn't answer!

Jackass of the year award goes to: Mr. Tobias Eaton - for not answering the damn question... soon enough.

"No. No, you're not."

"Then what the hell am I to you then?" Christina hisses, each word laced with more venom than the last.

He's panicking; picking at the skin on the side of his thumb.

"Y-you're beautiful-"

"Save it." She cuts him off and yanks her arms away from him. "I'm gonna be late for Gym." And with that, she's gone; marching off down the hallway, swatting violently at tears as a single sob resonates through the hall.

He's glaring at me, his jaw set in a hard line.

You wanted a storm, I gave you a storm.