Trust Me, I'm Lying|| Eric Coulter

Nap Queen

Q&A:
What's your least favourite subject?
Mine is Maths 😞
Song recommendation:
Don't talk to me by Tre Coast ft Lycia Faith
Zarahs POV:
I can't get him out of my head. His name is like an earworn, like a big muscly beautiful 6ft ear worm. The very thought of him makes my cheeks heat up and my heart beat out of my chest.
I need him. No, I want him.
After everything that's happened between us I've come to a realisation that we may actually be good together. It's almost like he's the moon and I'm the sun. We're always missing each other, but when we finally meet the world seems beautiful.
Look I'm not a big believer in destiny or fate, but they always say not to judge a book by it's cover.
I have to tell him.
Even if he doesn't like me it's fine. Just kidding it wot be fine I'll probably become an alcoholic and buy a whole bunch of cats. Basically he better like me or else I'm gonna have a little mental break and hate his very existence.
Turning the a shape left I walk into the chest of a girl probably 2 years older than me. Her eyes turn a dark brown as she picks herself up off I the ground. Chocolate brown hair falls in front of her eyes and a skin tight blue uniform covers her body.
"I'm sorry" I apologise helping her up off of the ground.
Instead of taking my hand for her she swipes it away and pick herself up off of the ground.
Bitch.
"Watch where you're going rodent" she hisses pushing me to the side.  
Argh bitch I'll fucking show you a rodent!
I trail behind her quietly waiting for the perfect time to grab her and snap her pretty little neck. And once she's dead I'll drag her along by her legs and throw her over the chasm. Ah the sweet taste of victory.
Just as I'm about to pounce for her a big pair of hands pull me back. Agitated and very disappointed I turn and punch the face of whoever tried to stop me from fufillibg my dark desires.
My heart drops as he falls against the wall clenching his nose for dear life. Anger is burning in his eyes which kill me inside even more.
Grabbing his face I kiss the place that I punched him lovingly.
"I'm so sorry Eric" I say hugging him tightly.
Instead of returning the hug like he usually does he grab me by the shoulders and pushes me away from him. My heart drops and my mind has already come up with 50 possible scenarios that could go down right now. I try to push them aside, but my emotions have won the war this time. 
"Rebel who was that?" The question kills me inside, but I show no pain.
The last thing I want is for him to see me cry over him. He doesn't deserve my tears. He doesn't deserve anything from me, my love, my happiness, nothing.
"That fake posh bitch?" I fake laugh forcing down the lump I tears building in my throat.
"Rebel you need find her for me" he pleads.
I was so close to killing her if you didn't stop me she'd be dead right now.
His eyes turn a dark blue, and the only emotion written over his face is desperation. The kind of look I wish he'd give me is for someone else. Someone that doesn't deserve him. I wish I could've grabbed her back then and killed her when I had the chance.
"What will you give me in return?" I ask hoping he'll give me an answer that Id like.
"Anything"
"God knows what you see in her Eric. I'm not going to help you" I say tear threaten to leave my eyes.
I punch him in the stomach which immediately subsidises the pain I'm feeling within my heart. It hurts, it physically hurts. I fell tired and I can barely lift my head.
Get out of there!
Following the orders of my mind I make for the closest exit.  Before I can take a proper full step he grabs me by the wrist and pulls me back to him.
"Rebel" his voice is soft so soft you can hear the pain that he's feeling "Please I need to meet her. I think she might be the one"
The one? Eric she's not the one, I'm the one. I fell for you the first time you held me close. I smile every single time I think of your stupid face. I won't do it.
Is what I should say, but instead I put a block on any possibility of being happy, and I have him the chance of being happy. Instead or being selfish I decided to be selfless.
"I'll see what I can do" I sigh and leave him.
Everything was perfect this morning. If I could turn back the clock so would've stopped everything that he said that made me fall deeply for him.
Why did I think I even had a shot with him? The dude hates my guts the only reason he's put up with me is because I have a vagina and boobs. If I had a penis he'd throw me over the chasm.
Why did I listen to his bullshit? Why did he have to say those things?
~Flashback~
"Rise and shine sleeping beauty!" Eric yells hitting me repeatedly on the head with a pillow.
Feather filled? Bitch this is brick filled!
"Go away"  I moan pulling the blanket over my body to protect me from the pillow of bricks.
If I could turn back time I would've never gotten drunk and made this dumb bet.
"Awe did I ruin your sleep?" He says sympathetically laying down next to me.
"Yes" I moan rolling onto my side.
I try to pull the blanket, but his rock like body stops me from making any success. He's like a big blob of ruiningstuffness, I know that's not a real word, but that's what he is.
"Karma's a bitch isn't it?" He laughs.
Finally opening my eyes I cover my face with the blanket so he doesn't see my morning face. I believe only certain people should be allowed to see my morning face. And since Eric isn't certain people he's not allowed.
"Yes. Just go away" I growl trying to fight him while shielding my face at the same time.
He grabs my right hand before I can smack him in the face and he rips my shields of defence. If my left hand wasn't so weak I wouldn't be in the situation that I'm in right now.
I go to hit him again but he grabs me hand and pulls me towards him. My face is so close to his that I can almost bite him. His right hand cups my right cheek and his thumb caresses my cheek. 
"You're beautiful" he smiles.
His smile shatters my soul. It's just really scary. He kin of looks scary when he smiles, mainly because I've never seen him smile before. Take that back, I've never seen him show an actual genuine. 
He acts so much like a robot sometimes I forget that he's a real boy.
"You're a funny guy" I laugh sarcastically pushing his hand off of my face.
"Was that sarcasm" he asks sounding genuinely confused.
You poor child.
"No" I reply very sarcastically again making it obvious that he's actually a dumb ass.
He gives me an annoyed look and pull me flush against his chest.  His heart is beating just as fast as mine. His body is warm making me feel safe in his arms. He runs his fingers through my hair and lets out a disappointed smile.
"You're very beautiful Zarah. The fact that you can't see it is beyond me. You're kind of girl that I'd want to do over and over again"
Did he just say what I think he just said? Do me over and over again?
His sudden confession makes my stomach churn. Butterflies begin to fly and I can't help my bury my head into his chest.
I let out a small chuckle and peck him on the cheek.
"You were doing so well sweetheart" I whisper staring deep into his ocean blue eyes.
Suddenly it feels as though the world has slowed down. It feels like we're the only ones in this big planet. His very existence is no tolerable.
I wish I'd know this Eric earlier.
-Present-
I wish I had never met Eric. I wish that I had never pretended to be his friend. I wish I never went to dinner that first night. I wish I had never chosen Dauntless.
I did why he asked, because being the slightly selfless person I am I totally ignored the emotions I was feeling towards him, but instead though of his feelings as his happiness.
The bitch didn't listen to me at first , but once I got Ken to go fetch her she followed him like a dog on heat. And now here I am watching my dreams slowly get crushed. My hearts telling me that I should tell him how I feel, and my head is telling me to toughen up.
Fuck Eric. Fuck feelings. Fuck my life. Fuck everything!
"Hi....I...um...god I'm doing everything all wrong" he mumbles out of embarrassment "My name's Eric"
"Claire" the dumb bitch smiles.
"Claire. I don't know what to say"
"Then don't speak"
"You're beautiful" the very words send 1 million daggers piercing my heart.
He was never mine to lose in the first place. I was so stupid to believe all the bullshit he said this morning. It was all a mirage and I fucking believed it. I'm so foolish to believe the a person like Eric could have a single piece of truth in him.   
"Little Bird?" A familiar voice says pulling me out of my trance.
"Yea?" I respond turning to find a concerned Four staring at me.
"You're crying" he says sympathetically catching the tears before they fall.
I was so deep in my thoughts I didn't even realise the waterfall gushing out of my eyes. Everything can be traced back to Eric. But in all honesty it's my fault. I let myself fall for him. I didn't heed any of the warning signs and now look at me, I'm crying like a little bitch.
Wiping away the excess tears I take one last look at the two devils in disguise before pushing past Four. 
"I have to go" I whisper and make run for the rooftops.
**
It's been hours since I've had any actual human contact. I hope there's a zombie apocalypse. In all honesty zombies would be so much better than people with beating hearts. I have this theory that heartless people are more compassionate than people that actually have actual blood pumping through their veins.
I've cried so much there are no more tears that can escape my tear ducts. I'm so severely dehydrated my eyes feel like they're going to pop out of my head. My heart is in so much pain that it may actually stop at some point.
Everything seems so much simpler without any other humans around. Life would be so much happier if all my wishes could come true. But as a great book 'The Fault In Our Stars' states "This world is not a wish granting factory".
"Zarah?" An unfamiliar voice says from behind.
Turing my he's to identify the stranger my eyes instantly find the back of my head. 
"Not the best time Peter" I sigh trying to forget ever seeing his fuggly face.
I don't know what it is, but he's got the kind of face that you'd just want to punch over and over again.  Part of my anger stems from the times at school, while the other half stems from the fact that he said and I quote "If you don't stop sucking dick you'll turn into a dick. A little one". He's a walking asshole encyclopaedia.
"I think it's the best time. We need to have a little heart to heart session" he says making himself comfortable beside me.
"You don't have a heart in fa-" before I can get the rest of my sentence out he grabs my face and crashes his lips against mine.
His lips taste like whiskey mixed with salt from my tears. Without thinking I wrap my arms behind the back of his neck and pull him closer to me. The smell of Lynx Signature makes my loins burn hot.
I love a man that wear Lynx.
Sadly he breaks our steamy connection before anything else can happen.
What was I angry about again?
"I'm sorry.....that didn't go as I had planned" he confesses his face bright red from embarrassment. 
"It's fine....you're actually a pretty good kisser" I laugh shoving him in  the shoulder playfully.
"Look, all that stuff I did back in school, I'm really sorry"
The very thought of what he did to be back then makes my stomach cringe. After that day he became the dude that ruined my days at primary school. If I was as strong as I am now back then I would've kicked his ass. 
"You poured a blueberry slushy on my favourite crop top" I hiss crossing my arms across my chest.
"Those guys said they were gonna  beat you up if I didn't"
"It said 'Nap Queen'!" I squeal like a little girl weakly smacking him on the back.
Nap queen! That shirt represented my life. And this idiot comes along and pours a glass of blue ice on my tits. My nipples were frozen for 5 hours! And my shirt was ruined. That was the last one in its size. Argh! This world sucks!
"What do I have to do to make it up to you?" The sound in his voice sounds so desperate.
Hmmm what's something that would be long a torturous? Got it!
"Get a tattoo"
"Done" he says almost immediately.
"Are you serious?"
"I'll do it if you get one as well"
"Done" I reply with such confidence.
I immediately grab his face and crash my lips onto his. His lips are so rough, but soft at the same time. His tongue licks my bottom lip asking for permission to enter and I happily let him in.
Everything he does is soft and gentle. His hands rest on either side of my waist not once moving to explore the rest of my body. Most guys would be all over me, but not him. 
His lips trace small kisses along my jawline then down to my neck. He hovers over my neck for a while pondering over wether he should suck it or not. Instead he finds his way back to my lips once more.
The way he kisses me is like he's desperate to find something. But the question is, what?
"Miss Fierce" a young voice says from behind me, but it doesn't stop me from devouring Peters face.
"I'm a little preoccupied" I say between kisses.
"I'm sorry, but I've been appointed to escort you to this boring dinner that you probably won't like. Trust me you can't even fart in there" the very words made me stop in my tracks.
I give Peter one last kiss on the lips before turning to face the young boy in front of me.
Pops my bad he's not young.
"What's your name kid?" I ask.
His black beady eyes and brown skin go very nicely with his face. He has features of a young person, but his eyes look old, like he's seen so much pain throughout his years. He can't be much older than me, either that or he's the same age as me.
"Uriah" he replies.
"Well Uriah, you've just made yourself a friend" I smile.
What the hell. You know what they say, "The more the merrier".

OML SO PROUD OF MEHSELF!
Also what do you guys think of the song recommendations? Should I just stop trying?
Okay lil pre waring my lil children my end of year exams have started *le cri* which means I may of may not be updating that much.
Just know I love y'all very much. And yes, I know how it feels when people don't update their books in forever.
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