Bad Boy Brad

A Girly Catch Up With Tris

Tris POV

I love, loved up couples. It's the cutest thing ever. I'm so happy with Anastasia, I just like to see other couples just as happy as we are. When I say other couples, I mean Ella and Sophia. The girls and I have grown close. They are more like sisters to me. Obviously not as close as Millie and I, cause Millie's my flesh and blood, but, I'm sorry I'm going off track. Basically I wanted to know how they were doing because we hadn't talked much.

I was desperate to know about their love lives and seeing as we had to go in different cars because we hade finally landed at Stanford airport, after that cramped 12 hour journey. There were two cars. " Ella, Sophia, Dean and I will go in that car. The rest of you can go in the other one. Yeah! Yeah? Okay let us goooooo!" I bellowed. I wanted Dean in the car because he is more laid back and more of a lovey dovey type, being with his girlfriend Sophie. She's great and their amazing together. Besides Joe isn't really good with that sort of stuff because we have to keep up a "reputation". We have to make our fans feel like they have a "chance" with us. God knows why they would ever want us as their future husbands, were complete idiots. But anyway enough about us.

We were in the car and there was just a peaceful silence, until I broke it. "Guuuyyyysssss!!!!! Why is no one talking!!!" I whined. "I have an idea. You're each gonna tell me about your love lives. By the way this doesn't apply to you Dean. Because your love life is perf and we all know it is because it's displayed on Twitter. Okay Sophia let's start off with you then," I ordered.

"Okay, James and I are just good friends. He's hilarious and quiet the charmer. But yeah nothing really goes on," she explained, but very falsely explained. That is the total opposite. "Sorry, but you do know you two love each other right? Yeah love! The way you look at one another lustfully. He would take a bullet for you-you know?! He loves you down to the bone. He changes round you. He's not that hard nut , who would break anyone in his path. He gets shy and nervous round you. He feels he always needs to impress you. Every time he's near, you blush and turn a crimson colour. The way he's so over protective over you, if anyone were to say a thing about you. He would do anything. ANYTHING. He wants to be somebody to you and you want the same. You have true love right here. I wish someone would love me like that!" Cried Ella, trying to wipe away her wet, shines cheeks. "What's wrong Elles?" Asked Dean. Sophia and I were to shock to speak. With that she sobbed even more and dean stroked her back. Sophia then hugged her. "Do you want to tell us what's wrong?" I asked softly trying so hard to comfort her and not aggravate her. "I-I'm scared to tell you." She stated with fear washing over her red puffy eyes. I hated seeing one of my best friends like this. It really pains me to see her this way. "Don't be scared it's only us, you know those two don't bite and just for this one occasion I won't bite you. You know you can tell us anything so don't be afraid just let it all-out," I comforted her. She giggled and took a long deep breath. "Okay. If I tell you, it cannot leave this car. Promise me all of you. Even you driver!" She warned. "We promise," we all chorused including he driver.

Ella's POV

*Flashback*

When I was 14, we got new neighbours. A family, it consisted of a couple who had a 17 year old son. He was my best friend. He would stay up all hours to look after me when my parents went to work. They offered him money, but he would always refuse to take it. He said spending time with me is rewarding enough. He was more than a best friend, he was like my brother. It was weird because he was amazingly good looking and every girl loved him and every guy wanted to be him or hang out with him. He was always invited to parties but he wouldn't go, because he would look after me.

One day that all changed. He hadn't turned up. After waiting three hours, he finally arrived but extremely intoxicated and smelt of weed. It was so strong, I thought he had bathed in it. I asked him if he wanted any water. I got a response but not quiet the one I was looking for. He slapped me. Leaving a really saw left cheek. I tired walking away but he grabbed me by my wrist and squeezed it way to hard. He demanded that I take off my clothes. I did as he said because I was scared. He was twice my size and five times stronger than I was. He raped me. After it happened I left. I left the house and tried to clear my head. When I got back the next day, he asked why had happened. As I was so scared of him, I told him every little detail that night. Details that I could physically repeat again. He cried. HE CRIED. He said now sorry he was. I was so scared I just wanted him to leave. He pleaded and begged for my forgiveness. The thing is I knew he actually meant it but I was to scared of him to ever accept his apology. I just told him to leave and never talk to me again.