Burying the Scars (A Divergent High Fanfiction)

More Problems

Tris's Pov

Like any other normal day, I'm walking into school early to go into the gym to play volleyball with the wall. Instead of my silent walk there, I hear a voice yelling.

"What the hell is wrong with you? You've never deliberately hurt people, so why start now? Do you know how nasty that bruise on her arm looks!"

"Sorry man, I didn't think it would affect you. She isn't your problem."

I walk toward the voices. What I see causes me to widen my eyes in shock, and I immediately run towards them. Before Tobias's fist can hit Zeke's face, my reflexes tell me to catch his hand. The amount of force Tobias put behind his punch causes me to stumble back a few steps, almost knocking me into the wall.

"I told you yesterday, let it go Four. Don't risk your friendship because of me." I say, completely ignoring Zeke's presence. Before I leave, I turn around slightly narrowing my eyes, and look straight into Zeke's. "Be grateful I didn't let Four throw that first punch at you because you would've been on your way to the hospital by now. If you still plan on being friends with Four then start growing up. I'm not going to stoop to your level, Zeke." I lift up the sleeve on my arm and show him the blue and purple forming all around my forearm. By the way he says nothing in response I know that my words have impacted him in some way, whether it be one word or five. As I'm walking away, I say softly enough for only Four to hear me, "You're welcome."

The moment I start bumping the ball is immediately when I feel the pain shoot through my arm. To compensate with the pain, I settle on absentmindedly spiking the volleyball against the wall.

"I didn't think a stiff would be here this early."

Just my luck. "Go away Peter," I say forcefully.

"That's funny, I didn't know friends talk to each other that way," He retorts.

"Well we aren't friends. Why don't you go hang out with yours." Peter advances towards me, and I mentally prepare myself for what might happen. I've been in this situation too many time before in my old school, and I will not leave myself defenseless this time, completely throwing everything I've learned out the window.

Suddenly, he swings his first towards my face and I manage to block it before it makes contact. Surprised that I blocked his first punch, he throws another, hitting my arm straight on the bruise, causing me to scream out in pain. Before he can continue, I see Zeke in my peripheral vision notice what is going on.

"Peter, stop," Zeke speaks up. Wait what? "Leave her alone."

"Why should I?" Peter retorts.

"Just leave her alone, I'll deal with her," Zeke quickly replies. It sounded pretty convincing, and all that raced through my mind was the fact that Zeke stopped Peter.

"Whatever you say Zeke, whatever you say." Peter walks out, as if nothing ever happened.

"Why are you doing this," I mutter.

"I'm doing what you told me to do."

My eyes snap up to his. "You're doing what I told you to do because you're trying to get on my good side to hurt me more or because you actually want to be friends with Four again?"

"Woah, woah, woah, chill for a second. I'm doing this because--" Zeke gets cut off.

"What's going on?" Four shows up, with a confused and bothered expression on his face.

Irritation clearly filling my voice, I say "Great." To try and get out of the situation, I walk out of the gym but before I can do that, Four grabs my injured arm and I hiss out in pain.

"I didn't mean to do that," he says apologetically.

"I know, class is starting soon I have to go."

Finally, I'm out of the situation with five minutes before first period starts. Who knew that much could happen before school.

Author's note
Sorry these are one of the shorter chapters, but I'm slowly transitioning to a new part of the story. Please continue responding to this story by favoriting, commenting, and sharing with other people! Ciao.