Divergent Werewolf

Chapter 21(Tris)

I am going to scream. For once I thought I could trust someone. Now I hear that they are holding secrets from me. I basically told him everything there is to know about me. All left was my name, my real one. Wow I can't believe how gullible I am. I can't be too irrational though. He might have a good reason withholding information. I mean it can't be too bad, right? I just need to wait it out and think this through. I can just act like nothing is wrong and that should do. I don't want to worry Christina. She is a bloodhound for gossip. I have to calm down. Nothing wrong will happen. Oh how wrong I was the next day.

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Morning came and I get ready. This apartment is pretty good. I really like it here. I get the freedom I want and privacy and safeness. I really am happy my dear old "dad" is gone from my life. I can't believe what has happen over the months. I head out of the building and I go to the school. I see Christina lock licking with Will. I let them continue until the bell. I head to my class which was gym. I can't wait to beat up Peter's team. It looks like we are doing...

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KNIFE THROWING!!!!

I love this. I am better with a gun but knife throwing is good too. I can't believe it. I love Couch Amar. I been throwing knives and shooting with guns since 9 years old. Something "dad" wanted me to know encase he needed to be protected. Gee thanks for protecting me. I can't believe I will get to do this again. I see the others walk in. Then I see Four. I instantaneously lose my smile. I have to remember nothing is wrong with us right now. We will have the discussion soon. I head over there until someone calls my name. I turn around and scowl. 

"Yo, Stiff, you aren't afraid of knives are you? It would make sense seeing you are a coward. " he loudly snickers.

The rest of his dimwitted gang laughs with him. Eric, Molly, and Drew are part of his egotistical gang who think they are better then anyone. I noticed though Eric takes the lead when it comes to bullying Four though. I guess they know each other. Another thing to ask him in our discussion that will happen. I wonder if I am truly trusted. I really hope I didn't fall for a trap. It would be so typical for me to do so. I wonder will I ever get a happy ending. I'm not asking for much, but just someone who will be with me. Only time will tell. 

I noticed the group is coming in. They smile and wave at me and I just grimace. They look at me confused and I just jerk my head back. They immediately understand as they look. Couch Amar comes out and I know this will be interesting. 

"Alright kids, we are going to be throwing knives today and for the next week. Most of you have sign the paper for any accidents isn't to blame for the school or myself. For those who haven't please step out and watched and you kids will be running laps outside. I have a teacher out there so don't bother trying to skip out. I have two people here who have threw knives before and that is Eric and Four..." Amar explained

Four does knife throwing? I wonder what else he does. This is just making me more frustrated now. 

"...some of you have threw knives so raise your hand if you have."

I raised my hand along with Peter's group.  I scowled at them and imagine what would happen if I "slipped" my knife toward there direction. 

He nods his head and lets Four and Eric take it away. 

"Four will be demonstrating on how to throw knives." Eric said

I observed on his stance all the way to the arm. He is confident but not cocky. He doesn't hold his breath like he has a pattern to it. He throws the knife and it hits dead center. 

Eric orders, "Line up!"

I grabbed the knife. I get ready and I exhale. I throw the knife and hit dead center. Imagining dad there and his heart at the center. Does this make me a monster. I know it does but I learned to except the monster in me. Everyone looks shock as I keep throwing the knives at the center over and over again. As soon as I run out of knives I look around and all lot of there jaws drop. Though they turn around as soon as I stare they look away. I look at Four and see he is surprised. I look away from him and focus my sight to Eric. He looks pissed that I know how to do this. I don't recall us being at each other throats. Just Peter and his brainless minions, Molly and Drew. 

"Tris, hey Tris, how do you do that so easily?" hisses Chris.

I just shrugged my shoulders. I go to the target and retrieve the knives. I noticed Amar watching and motions for me. I sigh knowing what he wants. 

"Again you showing off to the class, Tris," Amar remarks as his eyes twinkles with amusement.

"What can I say," I reply back "I love giving them a good show once in a while,"

"You sure you don't want to teach them? You can show them a thing or two." he asks

"Shooting guns is more of my thing instead of knife throwing, you know that." I nonchalantly say

He shakes his head and grins at me. "At least you gave them a good jaw drop," 

"Better head back, kid, don't want to make you seem like a favorite, now would I?" 

"Nope," I replied

As soon as I come back they look at me and I just glared at their directions. They looked away and I just continue my merry way. Class is almost over and I decide just to leave. 

"Where do you think your going?" Eric asked

"Out," I replied stiffly

"Why?" 

"Amar wants stuff, I'm getting them. I don't really need to be here, do I? I can throw knives easily and so you have nothing that you can teach me." I responded

He looks at me, eyes narrowed. He grunts and leaves. I catch Four's gaze and I look away. That conversation will happen. I head toward outside and relax until  the bell rings. I go inside and go to art class where Tori is. One of the few good teachers here as well as Amar. Alright Eaton, last class until we talk. We'll talk and boy will there be yelling, I thought in my head.