"Peter, I swear, if you touch me one more time I am going to kick you where the sun don't shine." I sneer, while replacing the empty container of chocolate bars. 

"Come on babe, I have break in fifteen, so do you...we could go sneak in the back." He teases, placing his hands on my waist. 

"I swear to fucking god you will never have children!" I scream, kneeing in right in his poor baby maker. 

He doubles over, screaming profanities while holding his junk. I turn to run, but my manager, John, grabs me harshly by the arm, "Tris, what the hell happened here? You are one of my best workers, I don't want to let you go over assaulting someone." 

My arms dart up in defense, "John, I swear, he was harassing me. He was calling me sexual names, trying to convince me to go have sex with him, and he grabbed my waist. And..." I trail off, knowing the real reason why I blew up. 

"And?" John asks, letting go of my arm. 

"I'm kind of PMSing." I mumble, rubbing my arm. 

He nods, brows furrowed, "I could avoid reporting this, but that's the only favor I am pulling. Peter, get your ass up. If you touch this lovely young lady one more time, I'm firing you." 

He stops gritting his teeth, and struggles to stand, "Yeah, whatever." 

John nods toward the break room, "Go ahead and start your break now, Tris, I'll come get you if I need anything. Peter, get back to restocking the candy at the registers. Watch your back, douchebag." 

Peter rolls his eyes, grabbing another pack and tearing off the top. I trudge over to the break room, feeling violated. If there is one thing that my mind has never been able to process, it's why Peter Hayes is such an ignorant, perverted douchebag. The world may never know. My arms instinctively curl together, feeling like they need more protection. 

I put a hand on the door frame as my body turns into the room, where only Jackie and Madison are on break. They are both eating some takeout Chinese, so they probably went out together. 

"Hey, Tris, come eat with us!" Jackie beckons, waving her hand.

A faint smile curls at my lips, "Sure, just let me grab my lunch." 

I fumble with my locker, before pulling out a brown bag with a lunch, packed by Tobias, of course. He is always insistent on packing me delicious meals, being quite the cook, but it's almost a protective action. 

Jackie peeks in my bag, "What do you got kid?" 

I pull back the rolled top, finding some ingredients for a salad, cheese, sliced chicken, italian dressing, among other additions. Of course, in addition there is a slice of dauntless cake on a plate, expertly wrapped with plastic film. 

"Salad and cake, obviously a great combination." I laugh, pulling out the small containers. 

Madison scrunches up her nose, "Cake with salad? Nasty." 

"It's Dauntless cake you idiot," Jackie rolls her eyes dramatically, "It goes with everything." 

Madison puts her hands up, to surrender, "Well sorry I didn't know, get off my ass." 

"Are you two related?" I interrupt, while pouring the toppings into the plastic container, which contains some romaine lettuce. 

Jackie cocks her head, "Well, yeah, we're twins, in sophomore's in college. Why do you ask?" 

"You bicker like my brother and I." I snort, a smile curling at the edges of my lips. 

"Is that who you were with, when you kept missing work?" She questions, before slurping up a noodle from her chopstick. 

I stiffen a bit, wanting to forget that harsh time in Tobias' life. "Well, no. I was with my boyfr-"

"Honey, you never stay with a boyfriend from high school. They never stick." Madison laughs. 

My teeth grit, a bit annoyed they don't know how much we've been through, "Yeah well we might be a little different." 

Jackie rolls her eyes, "I thought tha-" 

"Have you ever heard of Four Eaton? You know, him and his father, it's been all over the news?" I inquire, grabbing a forkful of the salad. 

They both nod, Madison adding, "Who hasn't? Poor kid, only seventeen, and he had to go through so much. Must've been hell. I heard he is living with his girl now, the one who called the police on that asshole Marcus." 

So that's what this has been reduced to? An over-popular news story? In a month, everybody will forget what happened to Tobias, he'll be a dead story. The media screws up everything, Tobias deserves so much more than to be a disappearing thought in one's mind, not important enough to do anything but linger, "Yeah, well that would be me." 

They both gasp, "Are you screwing with me?"Maddie asks, raising a brow. 

I shake my head, trying to focus bit more on the food than these very, very over-enthusiastic ladies, "It was, to put it lightly, the most awful experience of my life." 

Jackie places her hand over mine, "I'm so sorry, that must have been so hard. I'm surprised you mustered the strength to come back to work." 

My shoulders drop, "Well, I kind of had to. Mom doesn't make very much money, so I've got to contribute something." 

The tension in the room is so thick you could cut it with a knife. The twins are known to spread gossip, listen to everything they can, but it's not terrible if they tell people about me. Tobias' story should be more than just a wisp of a memory, fading to the back of someone's mind. He's been through hell, and that's not something you can just forget. 

"So as I said, truly, if you need anything at all, you know my number." 

I hadn't even picked up on the fact that she was speaking, making me fill with guilt, "Uh, yeah, of course. On a completely different note, is Peter a pervert to you guys to?" 

Jackie nearly growls, "That asshole tried to lock me in a closet, then threatened me if I were to tell John." 

Madison adds, "He groped me. Three times. And still has the nerve to call me for, as he put it, casual conversation." 

I roll my eyes, "You know, if we all went to John, we could totally get Peter fired." 

"We have a code name." She intervenes, grinning. 

"Mr. Nohomobro." Jackie finishes. 

I bust out laughing, tears in my eyes, "That's the best nickname ever! I usually just call him pervert or douche bag." 

We finish lunch, still continuing the conversation, and I grab their trash to toss in the can. 

"Too kind, young one, too kind." Madison sighs, putting a hand on my shoulder, "Toughen up a little, or the real world is going to bite you in the ass." 

I bite my lip, "I tried toughening up, then got a bunch of broken ribs and a body that looks like a rainbow." 

"I just keep screwing up my choice words today, don't I?" She laughs, slinging her long arm over my shoulder.

I let myself laugh, "It's alright, you didn't know. Now come on, let's go get Peter fired."