Call Me Six

10: 'Fucking Some Looser Called Eric' -Tris

TRIS-

My head's fuzzy as my sore eyes adjust to the morning light. Shit, I think, I must have drank more than usual last night.

I stretch my arms out to the side, trying to get the numb feeling to go away, when my hand falls on something slobbery. Tentatively, I turn my head and see my hand resting on Eric's drooling face.

"Shit!"

Out of shock and instinct, I roll away from the gross excuse of a boy; unfortunately, I fall off the bed and smack my head on the side table as well as pulling the thin duvet with me.

"Shit," I repeat again as my head throbs from both the mild hangover and brutal collision.

"Baby, I'm still sleeping," he grumbles and rolls over onto his front - revealing his naked ass.

Move.

I stand and messily chuck the covers over him so I no longer have to see his current state of nudity.

He's asleep, I tell myself. You can do this, Tris! Just set it up and get out of there!

I hastily pull my navy skirt and white crop top back on and dig through my purse.

Got it.

The foil packet rips easily and I lay it on his bedside table and stuff the contents into my purse. Gross, I know, but I can't have him find the actual condom; hopefully the packet will be enough to spark his imagination.

He stirs again and I take that as my cue to get the hell out.

I grab my heels and quickly rush out the house.

~

"Beatrice!"

"Arsehole," I mutter under my breath as I make my way up the wooden stairs.

"Where the hell were you?" Caleb says as he marches out the kitchen.

"When?" It's wrong, but I like messing with him.

"Last night," he says through gritted teeth.

I pull on my lip, pretending to think, before answering and continuing my way up to my room. "Fucking some loser called Eric."

His face is priceless... He looks just about ready to explode.

"Young lady-"

"You're not that much older than me, Caleb."

"I'm 22. I'm an adult. I make adult decisions. I'm your legal guardian-"

"Caleb." Surprisingly, Cara comes out the kitchen and silences my brother's rage. "Maybe I should talk to her. Girl to girl."

"But-"

"Sweetie, no offence or anything, but, guys are the worst and understanding girl's problems - especially you."

"Fine," he says but by this time their voices are already being drowned out by the closing of my door.

I decided to shower quickly and wash my hair before school this morning. The hot water's relaxing and helps to clear my fuzzy head.

Once blow-dried, I start to curl my hair into tight ringlets. It's usual length is long down my back but once curled, it hangs neatly at my shoulders.

Today I chose skinny jeans instead of a skirt because I couldn't be bothered to shave my legs - it's a hassle. It's not that my regrowth is insanely fast, I just don't like bare legs unless they are perfectly smooth. To accompany the dark jeans I have a pink tank-top and grey cardigan - slightly more conservative; this is what I'm used to. No heals either; just a simple pair of ballet flats.

It's quite a therapeutic morning... Being myself again.

"Tris?" Cara's head peeks around my door. Her eyes stare at me where I'm sat on my bed. "What happened?" Her voice is soft and caring - like my mother's.

"I didn't sleep with him," I say and reach for a soft plush turtle on the end of my bed.

"I know," she says and starts to leave.

"Hey, Cara?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you get Will for me please?"

"No need," she smirks, "the little bugger's been eavesdropping out here the whole time."

She walks out and Will's tall frame fills my door.

"You okay?" he says.

"No, I don't think I can do it."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know... But I have this gut feeling that's just telling me to stop."