Call Me Six

44: 'Fuckboy' -Tris

TRIS-

School has started once more - much to everyone's dismay. They'd found a replacement for Radley; apparently Mrs. Mathews fancied herself as a geography teacher alongside her maths.

Oh joy, four hours of Mathews in one day.

I'm sure she'll go crazy by the end of the year though. She already has the set scowl on her face every time I walk into the room. In all honesty, our geography class is shit. None of use apart from a girl called Romany even wanted to take it. The only reason we were semi-tame with Radley was because he barely made us do anything. As long as we were quiet, and looked like we were working, he didn't give a flying rats ass about what we actually did. But that probably had something to do with the fact that he wasn't in the teaching business because he enjoyed it...

Right now, Mathews is shouting. Screaming louder than the rest in order to tell us to quiet down. What a hypocrite.

"All of you are in detention this Friday!" she bellows, but the game of volleyball-with-a-textbook just continues. "Detention!"

The commotion silences for a brief second, and I see her visibly relax. But a few heartbeats later, it's back to book-volleyball; or dodgeball since it just hit me in the back of the head.

"Fucking hell," I winced, pressing my fingers gently to the already tender spot.

"I didn't do it!" Someone shouts. And it's only now that I realise it's quiet once more.

There's a loud sigh before Mathews says in her annoyingly sharp voice, "Can some take Miss. Prior to the nurse please?"

"I-"

"Not you, Mr. Eaton; I don't want any shenanigans going on."

"I'll take her," a girl who's voice I didn't expect was now standing a few feet besides me.

"Thank you, Christina," Mathews said and I slowly stood, accepting the help from a girl I'm only just on talking terms with. The small hands held me by the elbows as she guided me out. I could almost feel the bruise forming.

A week attempt at a "Thank you," was muttered but I couldn't form words clearly through the throbbing ache.

"You're welcome," she said, in a softer than I'd ever heard before. Even though I was wearing heels, she still towered over me. "Tris, Will told me. He told me what you're doing and- Well... I'd like to say thank you. I'm sorry that I judged you so quickly the first week. To me you were just a threat. You had the charm, the looks, the connection with Tobias... I honestly thought I was going to lose him to you.

"And I know it sounds stupid to say this now considering that we did break up and that you're now dating him or whatever but I feel like he wasn't the person I lost. I feel like all I lost was the delusion that I had created - imagining him as some sort of saint that could do no wrong.

"I didn't even cry in the days afterwards; when the loneliness usually sets in. I felt relieved. And I didn't rebound like normal, I just took time for myself and decided what I wanted to do.

"I can't believe you're still putting up with him. Like I know Soph's death hit him hard but he's still a dick I think if I was in your shoes, I'd find it hard to even sit next to him for extended periods of time without wanting to knee him in the balls.

"I can't wait to see what you do to teach that bastard a lesson, though. He truly is an asshole. Did you know that last year he took that girl Romany to the semi-formal and got caught shagging Tilley in the janitor's closet?

"It was stupid of me to even think the he was anything but a fuckboy... And- Oh! We're here. I'll see you later, Tris. By the way, I'm not sure if Harvey let you know yet but I got the job! Thank you!" she chirped before walking back the way we came, leaving me outside the metal door.

I didn't even register the headache anymore. All I could think about was how wrong she was about all this. I'd completely forgot about my little revenge plan. Although revenge was petty of me to want anyway.

But the important fact is that Will let my plan slip. And if that gets out then this shit show was all for nothing.