A Crazy Little Thing Called Love

Ch 16: Invasion (part 1)

Well hi guys! thanks for reviewing (that was sarcastic). Right now I'm giving every single one of you the evil eye. Less than one freaking percent of everyone who read the last chapter reviewed! That's retarded! I sure hope you're not mad that I haven't updated because you know what , it was all of you guys' fault that I didn't! I have zero motivation and zero ideas so if you want more of my story you better get to motivating me!

so yeah, thanks guys for the support (cough cough, sarcastic again), here's my chapter.

CH 16: POV TRIS

Walking through the hallway I hear people whisper my name, although I'm sure they're still just going on about capture the flag. I can't wait for this all to just blow over, all the looks I get irritate me to no end.

It's my free period and I'm pretty tired- I just had my track practice- so I decide to head up to the infirmary on my way to my dorm. I know that checking up on Bryce will cause even more suspicions about me to rouse up but I can't help my curiosity. Thankfully, everyone who doesn't have free period is already in class so I don't have to worry about the stares.

I take my time walking from the sports classes buildings to the infirmary; I'm not in a rush. By the time I reach the infirmary a fourth of the period has already passed. The building is eerily quite, I can hear the tap of my running shoes against the hard tile floor like gunshots. The quite is so complete I can hear it, like a buzz in my ears. I've never liked the quite. I don't register my increase in pace, but soon I'm running down the hall to get to Bryce's' stall. I get to the room and still the only sound is stillness, aside from the steady droning beeping coming from a machine across the room. The small noise is drowned out completely in the vacancy of stillness.

I don't sit down in the chair next to Bryce's' bed, but stand next to it, knowing I won't be here for long. As soon as I stop shuffling my feet against the ground, I see Bryce's lips move. I lean over him to try to decipher what he says, and it takes a while before he speaks again. But when he does, I hear him as clearly as a bell.

POV TOBIAS:

I sit in my computer class trying my best to not fall asleep. Usually I enjoy this class but today were not doing anything hands on, the teacher is sitting there, lecturing us. I try to bring my thoughts away from sleep and Tris, but can barley manage. My head just slips from my hand where it was resting and hits the table, making a banging noise to accompany that of another banging noise, coming from outside the class room.

Everyone looks up from where the heads lay resting on desks or in hand and look towards the door. Everything is quite for several long moments before another loud bang sounds through the hallways.

The teacher, like everyone else, registers that something is not right and motions for us all to get down. Everyone silently slides from their seats and crouch on the ground, some underneath their desks.

The teacher walks carefully across the room, trying to keep her heels from clicking. She slowly opens the door and walks out to investigate. Minutes pass and nothing happens, no more sound come from the hallway. I see a boy about to get out from under his perch below his desk, but the stops dead in his tracks, as the sound of a bloodcurdling scream pierces the air.

POV TRIS:

"Tris." The word slides smoothly out of the comatose' mouth, and although it comes out as barley more than a release of breathe I hear it as if he were speaking normally to me.

"Tris." He repeats urgently, his voice rising almost up to a whisper. Again, he repeats my name, each time at a louder tone, with a more urgent octave.

After at least repeating my name 50 times he stops and a breathe catches in his throat. I stand over him, not realizing I got close to him. Why did he suddenly stop speaking?