Maybe Tomorrow (completed)

Chapter seventeen

TrisPOV

We are finally back to school.
Hurry.

Christmas was pretty good for the most part.
I mean, besides all the presents, plenty of memories flooded my mind the whole time.

I had to leave for a while to let everything out.

I haven't had any nightmares lately, but Tobias has.

And he tells me it's the same one.
Me hanging myself.

It doesn't make since to why he keeps having the same one.
I'm not planning on doing anything like that.

Christina and I did get into a fight a few days ago, and haven't talked since.

She blew up on me, because she was jealous of Tobias' and I's relationship.
We argued for almost an hour straight.

She finally left, and we haven't talked since.

Eric is seriously pushing my limit.
Inside of calling me a flat ass all the time, he is now starting at me twenty-four seven.

Whenever he walks by, he looks down my shirt.

I've tripped him a few times for it, but the rest Tobias has handled when he sees it.

He always gets detention, but the teachers won't believe that Eric would do anything like that.
Even our principal, Max.

He can be such an asshole sometimes.
We've talked to the Consoler about this many time, but Amar won't listen either.

The staff sucks here.

This High School just sucks in general.
I was getting ready to head to art when I'm stopped by Peter.

"Hey stiff." He says.
Stiff? Wow.

"Hey asshole. What do you want?" I say annoyed.

He takes a peak down my shirt.
I stomp on his foot.

"Eric was right." He says with a wince.
I roll my eyes.
"Move Peter, I need to get to class." I say as calm as I can.

He gives me a offended look.
"How about no." He says, covering my mouth with his hand, dragging me to the janitors closet.
I try to scream, but it's no use.

I struggle to break is grip, but it's no use.

He punches my rips.
I groan in pain.

"Shut it." He says.
There is no one in the hallways, obviously because class started ten minutes ago.

He shuts the closet door, still keeping my mouth covered.

He grabs my breast.
I scream.

"Jesus. You're definitely not a boy anymore." He says.

I try to break free.
I bite his finger, and he pulls his hand away from my mouth.

I knee him where it counts, and run to the door.