Chapter 7: Bitch Stole my Boyfriend

Renata's P.O.V.

The day dragged on and on with everyone backing away from me as I pass them in the halls. Most of them gave me 'oh-here-comes-the-violent-bitch" looks. I ignored them, but I couldn't help but feel how Tobias couldn't wrap his head around what was going on here. It annoys me that he can't pick it up sooner; that I'm not exactly Miss Goodie-Two shoes. I don't blame him though, I am a puzzle when it comes to life. But, I do wish that he would pretend nothing changed from when I was home to now. I sigh when we get to last period because I have gym. Honestly, who should have gym last period to just to go home and be all sticky? I find it really stupid.

I get to the girls locker room when I feel Tobias standing around behind me. "Four, come on. I don't want to get caught if a teacher walks by."
Tobias crosses his arms. "That's the girls locker room."

"No shit Sherlock," I roll my eyes. "Look, you have to follow me around because I refuse to do gym. I don't like it." Not true, I used to love gym and have the freedom to run around, but times have changed and I need to keep my energy to take care of the children.

"How long will we be in there?" he asks, the expression on his face not changing.

"Just this one period." I say entering the room no longer caring if he follows me or not. I move to my usual spot and see some of Carrie's girls smoking as they usually do. "Alright you dumbasses, get out. I have dibs on this place so out." They do as I say and leave my corner giggling when they make it to the door. I turn and see Tobias there walking toward me. He looks down at the ground as he walks up to me. "Oh, look who showed up," I mumble throwing my backpack into a locker.
He glares at me. "Shut up."

I smile.

I sit down on the bench and sighed. Peaceful silence. This is rare for me to hear. The silent bliss send numbing sounds to my ears. I love it. I then hear people come in and immediately think, Carrie. I rub my eyes and then remember that Tobias is here. Crap. I hear them headed toward us and I act fast. I don't know who it is, but I can't let them see Tobias or I don't know what will happen. I strip off my shirt and throw it over Tobias's head. I wrap my arms around him neck and get close to his ear. "Don't say anything. I got this." I feel him nod and I turn to see two girls standing behind us.

"Can I help you?" I ask removing myself from Tobias. God, do I feel like such a slut.

Amiee's P.O.V.

Tris and I walk through the damp humid court yard to get to gym on time. I tried talking her out of going, we could have stayed in the yearbook office and had all the microwave popcorn and Snapple iced tea we wanted. She wants to go to gym though, so I'll walk her here and hang in the locker room where ditzy Coach Smarr won't see me.

We enter through one of the side doors and catch the tail end of a short sparkly skirt and high heels. The room reeks of cigarette smoke and perfume. A smell that's all to familiar. "Don't say anything, I got this." A voice says faintly in the background. Tris looks at me asking a silent question. We walk back to the showers no one ever uses.

Oh my God.

There's a dark headed girl wrapped around a tall boy. I've seen the girl before but I don't know her name. She's trouble though, and this little display only proves it even more. Tris lets out an awkward sound, one of shock and disbelief as the dark haired girl untangles her self from the boy. "Can I help you?" She asks.

I see the boy's face. I see Tris' face.

Holy Hell, I thought this couldn't get worse.

"Tobias." Tris whispers.

The dark haired girl perks an eyebrow. I look at Tobias, this could not get worse. Being caught mid sex scene right by the tampon dispenser. Keeping it classy. "What? No you idiot. Who the hell is Toby?" The girl crosses her arms and gives a glare. "This is Michael and I'm Renata. What do you need? If you haven't noticed, we're in the middle of something."

Tris crosses her arms and stares at the girl-Renata. "I'm not an idiot, that's not Michael, and you better not be in the middle of anything." She barks and turns to face Tobias. "I don't know what the hell you think you're doing with a thirteen year-"

"Fourteen." Renata and I say in unison, though her's sounds more like a threat than my correction.

"Fourteen year old girl, but I'm not going to sit here and watch." Tris turns around and I snag her by the wrist.

My bag sides over to my shoulder weighing me down on the right side. I look awkward trying to keep her near me. God knows she has no idea where she's headed.

"Hell are you talking about? You are an idiot." Renata said. She pulled off his student ID and shoved it into the Tris' face. "See, his name is Michael, he's a grade above us, and we're leaving." Renata put her shirt back on and dragged 'Michael' out the locker room before he could say anything at all. "Freak." They were gone.

Tris sits down on the bench and stares at the wall with intensity. I don't know what to say to her, so I try not to comfort her. "Well that girl was a real bitch." I mutter sitting next to her. I fiddle with the hem of my Gatsby sweater and slap my leg. "It's probably not a big deal, I mean maybe that guy was 'Michael'."

Tris shakes her head and stares at the wall. "That was Tobias, Aimee. I know it was." She turns to face me. "What are the odds that only one of us got pulled out of the book."

I stare at her and pull on my french braid, shaking my hair loose. "Look, I mean, maybe this is all a big fluke. We'll find some way to get you back. I promise."

She smiles and wraps her arms around me. So we went from almost-sex by the tampon dispenser to heart-to-heart girl talk by the tampon dispenser. Great.

Renata's P.O.V.

Tobias was quiet as we walked when I realized that...I left my backpack in the locker. "Crap!" I ran back as fast as I could because my family's dinner/today's school lunch was in there. "No, no, no!"

Amiee's P.O.V.

"Hello ladies," a dark haired boy says as he passes us in the locker room. "Have you seen a girl in here that has brown hair, brown eyes, and is wearing some shirt with a hoodie over it?"

"Um, yeah. Why?" I look at Tris who looks annoyed.

The boy smiles. "No reason." He opened a locker and finds a backpack. He pulled it open and took out a wag of cash. "This is for my dry cleaning Rena." He gets up and zips up her bag.

I look at Tris and she shrugs with a 'Bitch stole my boyfriend look'. I nod and pretend not to see the boy.

The boy put his money into his pocket and stands by the door. Renata rushed in and goes straight to her backpack pretending that we aren't there. "Looking for something Rena?" The boy flaunts her money in the air. Rena turns slowly.

"Damon, give it back."

"Why should I?" He asks.

Renata stands up and walks over to him. "It took me five fucking months to get that, that's five months of not seeing my children. Give it back Damon."

Damon flaunts the money some more. "Ah yes, the children, Rena. The seven little tramps shouldn't even be with you."

"Give. It. Now." Renata clenched her fists fighting back tears.

"Aw, what's a matter? Tough little Rena's gonna cry?"

"I hate you." Renata said.

"I know." He leaves running and Renata pulls up her backpack to chase him.

I grab Tris by the wrist. "We're going to the yearbook office." I state pushing open the heavy locker room door. We see the girl, Rena chasing after Damon. I almost feel bad for her, but not really.

Renata's P.O.V.

Damon outruns me and by that time, Tobias finds me panting on the floor. "Are you okay?" Tobias asks.

"D-Damon took their money," I cry. "That was rent and f-for food. That was for everything!" I get up and kick the lockers getting some people too stare. "KEEP WALKING YOU DUMBASSES!" The people scurry away. "I hate him." I slid down the locker and sit. Tobias stands over me.

"I don't know what to do," he finally says.

"We need to move again. If we don't then...god I can't even say it." I get up and wipe my face. "I'm going to pick them up from school early. " I walk away with Tobias behind me. "Do you know her?"

"Who?" Tobias asks.

"That blonde girl who called me a thirteen year old."

"Oh," Tobias says. "Yeah, that's Tris."

I stop in my tracks and turn to him. "THAT WAS TRIS! I CALLED TRIS AN IDIOT!" I rub my head. "I didn't know that was Tris! That could've gone so much better. Why didn't you tell me?!" I though she said Toby, not Tobias. Damn, look who just won idiot of the month.

"I tried, but I didn't exactly get a chance to speak now did I?" He says lifting his finger at me. I slap his hand away.

"Damn you! Now I need to go apologize." I pull my bag up closer to my shoulders.

We pass the pond and I see Damon across the pond. I give him the finger as he walks away. Suddenly, Cindy runs up with Aaron and Ryan.

"What are you guys doing here?!" ask kneeling down to their level.

"Zaden and Kayden...got jumped...again," Cindy said in between breaths. My eyes opened wide.

"Where's Nina and France?" I ask looking for my extra pocket knife.

"They ran, I don't know where." Cindy says. I hand Cindy the knife.

"We're moving. 452 Open Lake. Go." I order as the three of them run off. I look into the pond before standing up.

I get up and look through my bag. I only had 25 cents left. Sighing out of annoyance, I throw the money as far as I hate everything it. "Damn you!" I yell. "Come on, I have children to find." I get up and walk away. I felt Tobias's eyes bore into me before following.

Amiee's P.O.V.

There's no one there, which is not surprising. Tris looks around and I pull out our yearbook from last year and hand it to her. "We were in seventh grade then, but we mostly look the same." She examines the cover, a fat chipmunk with a red and yellow sweater the holds a bullhorn reading Woodward MS Yearbook 2011-2012. She takes it from my hand and flips though the pages, sitting down on our comfy thrift store couch.

I open the computer and check the time. Almost time to leave.

Tris holds up the yearbook. "This is the girl that," She looks around and doesn't have to say anything more, "And the kid that was going through her bag." I see Renata from the side, her hair's tided up and with her hands on her hips. She looks annoyed. Flustered. The boy that was going through her bag, Damon, is standing taller with a wicked smirk. You can practically see the hatred.

I examine the picture and look to the one to the left. Two girls with their arms around each other's waists with big smiles. They look like perfect little rich girls. The girl on the right has perfect straight brown hair, and the girl on the left has big blonde curls with fat nerdy glasses on...She ripped one of her contacts that morning. The glasses work for her though, seeming as if the girl on the straight dark headed girl's perfection balances out the curly blonde's slightly less flawless exterior.

God, I can't believe that was me.

I walk away and look out the window where football tryouts for next season will be going on. I sigh and see a faint silhouette of a girl.

She looks broken.

She looks, how I feel.