Call Me Six

12: 'Little Whore' -Tris

TRIS-

It was a nice feeling... Being able to walk into the crowded school without feeling like a dolled-up showpiece for hungry eyes to prey on. I felt like me again.

I was no longer fighting to be taller as I desperately tried to stay balanced on those wretched heels. And the noise; that beautiful silence of ballet flats instead of the mind-numbing click that rung with each step.

This is what I adore; being able to stand back from the crowds and watch the performance of life without having to stand in the centre of the stage.

The bell rang and students huried off to classes. I once again had math first so made my way over to the disinfectant infected classroom.

I took my seat at the front and tried desperately to drown out the hushed whispers of the day's latest gossip.

Unfortunately, someone decided that I just had to be included in the discussion and threw a crumpled up note to the back of my head.

"Arsehole," I scoffed and flicked the smirking boy off before unfolding the crumpled piece of paper.

But it wasn't just paper.

Inside the crumpled ball was the foiled packet of a condom, accompanied by messy blue writing.

My brain didn't have enough energy to process what to do with this little gift before Ms. Mathews entered so I hurridly stuffed it in my bag and got out the workbook instead.

Math dragged... Like I could almost hear the second hand scraping slowly as it laboriously dragged itself around the clock.

We'd reached the 40-minute milestone of our hour-long lesson when Tobias finally showed up.

He walked in silently and handed over a green note to the she-devil that stood writing, even more, gibberish about dodecahedrons on the whiteboard.

"Hello, old Tris," he whisperes with a smirk that made my skin crawl.

"What do you want?" I mumble and continue to colour in letters in black biro in the textbook.

"Oh, I don't know... How about where's them cute little miniskirts and sleeveless tops gone? This is a bit on the conservative side, don't you think, Little Whore?"

Well, geez! Thanks for making me feel great about myself, jackass...

"I don't know what on earth you're on about, Four. Shut up and get on with the work."

"School work? Am I hearing this right? Did I accidentally fall through a wormhole and end up in some alternate dimension? You don't do work anymore, Tris."

"Leave me alone, Four."

"Why? I thought sluts like you enjoyed the attention?"

"Say that again. I fucking dare you."

"You're a fucking slut that doesn't give a damn about who you walk all over in this self-destructive chaos you've created. You're a fraud. You pretend to be all confident and care free but deep down you are one of the most insecure people I've ever met who can't take two steps forward without being terrified of the repercussions. But that's probably a good thing... Isn't it. Because when you don't care you set everything alight you filthy little-"

Smack!

"Miss. Prior! Outside now!"

The room is silent. I realise I'm standing. Everyone is staring at me. And there's a red handprint slowly fading across Four's face.

"I don't know why you're all so shocked. The bastard deserved it," I say, scooping up my book, pen, and bag and leaving the ghostly classroom, slamming the door on my way out.