Lost + found: sequel to We Are One (divergent fanfic)

Chapter 7- Loose Canon

Tris
I tap my fingers against the desk and stare out the window of my maths class.
"Miss Prior, will you stop tapping." The teacher screams at me. I sigh and look down. Her cold eyes stare into my head and then she turns back to rest of the class, barking about Pythagoras theorem or something. Some other kid starts drumming their fingers. She immediately turns round to me.
"What did I tell you!" She shouts. Her lips draw a thin line across her face. "Get out!" A long spindly finger points to the door.
"But it was-"
"Out!" She screams. I glare at her as I walk out and slam the door shut behind me. I lean against a thin crumbling wall that just separates me from the rest of the class. I stare down at the floor, a flustered women comes striding up to me.
"Is Beatrice in that class?" She asks. Me? Why would they want me.
"Um yeah." I say crossing my arms. "That's me." She looks me up and down that nods to herself.
"Good good, come with me." She says and starts walking down the hall. I join her and sigh.

I just follow not sure where she was taking me. Then I see it. A large door stands there. Principals office. Al also stands outside the door. He looks scared. Terrified almost. The lady tells me to stand and wait outside. I glance over to Al.
"What's going on?" I whisper, he shakes his head unable to speak. He opens and closes his mouth like a fish. I shake my head.
"Keep it together, it'll be fine." I whisper.
This reminds me of the time I got into a fight with Peter and Eric. Tobias helped me. Especially when I was absolutely having the shit beaten out of me. He didn't care he got into trouble. No ones ever done that for me. Never. A few minutes later the lady walks out and tells us to go in.

A bald headed man with thick rimmed glasses sits at a small oak desk. His fat fingers grasp a pen as he hurriedly scribbles something onto a page. His eyes flick up to look at us. His brown eyes looking over his glasses. He straightens up and leans slowly back into his large office chair.
"Beatrice, Albert take a seat." He gestures to the chairs in front of him. Al shakes as he sits down but I steadily lower myself into the chair. I'm keeping a cool head and he's not. I'm staying silent but he's letting out slight whimpers, telling everyone how scared he is. He's a loose canon and I don't know where he's going to fire or who he's going to fire at. We're two ends of the scale at the moment. I'm keeping a cool head and well he's... You can work it out for yourself.

The principal straightens himself and slides photo over to Us. I stare at it, me and Al both visibly gulp. The principal looks to the both us.
"Great photo, isn't it?" He asks sarcastically. I look to Al, I try to tell him not to say anything.
"Unless I'm mistaken, these are you two." Al looks at the ground. The photo is black and white, slightly pixelated. But clear enough to make out our faces. It's from that night. The street race where my dad got the deal. Where we had cops chase us and we had to jump over the fence. There we are on CCTV ,captured.

Only now does the fear start to trickle into my body. What's my dad going to do to me. He's going to think I snitched. The principals going to force me to say something. He will. I'm not scared of the police, the principal or Rudy. I'm scared of my own father. More terrified then any other person should be of their own blood. Families never been big on my list. It's almost every man for himself. It's easier that way. But sometimes you just wish you had a wing man. Some one to look over your shoulder for you once in a while. I don't believe the saying blood is thicker then water. No, bloods no thicker then water. It slips through your fingers easily.

"So, enlighten me. What were you doing there that night?" He asks and leans forward.
"We were-" Al starts.
"Nothing. We were doing nothing." I say.
"That's not true now is it? Why would two 17 year olds be coming away from an a street race if they weren't involved." He says "either way your going down. So you might as well cough up." I laugh at him. He stares at me for a moment. I lean back and pick at my fingernails.
"Some one said that too me once." I mutter "look where that got me." Some cop told me that if I told them what happened, they could keep my dad away from me. That didn't happen now did it.
"Well?" He asks. We don't say anything.
"Well, miss Prior, I believe that this could be your third school you get expelled from. My, my. What a 17 years you've had. Stealing, vandalism,fighting, expulsion, care system and prison. Your quite the criminal aren't you?" I feel my fists clench.
"You've got no reason to expel me." I say through gritted teeth. He smirks.
"I won't expel you, if you tell me the truth."

I run my fingers through my hair and sigh. I can't believe I just did that. I told him. I didn't say about my dad being a dealer. I told him me and Al were bored. So we went. We got detentions and shit but that's not too bad. It's just if my dad finds out. I'm toast. We climb up the fire escape and through my window.

My dad must've heard it shut. He storms in with about 5 other guys looking as mad as he is.
"What did you say?"