Divergent Parody: Avirgent by Maurice Hill, Michelle Hunt

what?”
     “The walk of shame. It's when a girl screws a guy she knows she shouldn't be screwing and once she walks home after the deed is done, she feels this sense of dread take over her body.” He twirls his finger against his head. “That's when little Jiminy Cricket, top-hat and all says in his posh voice, 'Why I do believe you shouldn't have done that.'” He puts his hand down, and expresses himself with his hands. “That's when denial sets in and you keep telling Jiminy that you wanted it, but he's telling the truth. After, there's Anger and acceptance. Right now, you're in stage one, denial. It's like your a...racism.”
     I sat up. “I'm not racist! I get along with Christine. I like her, and it's only been one day!”
     “That doesn't matter,” Christine said in a stern voice. “Although, I think racism is the wrong word here. Prejudice is a better term to use. You pre-judge way too much. I've only known you for ten hours, and in that ten hours all you've shown me is a girl who prejudges and lives life in vain.”
     I pouted. “Well if that's true about me, then all I've seen from you is a pessimist who thinks the entire world is some conspiracy against her!”
    “I'm not a pessimist, I'm a realist honey.”
    “You should tone it down just a bit,” said Al. “Otherwise, I got no problem with you sista.”
    Christine gulped and said, “Okay, okay. Got it Al. But as for you, Mika why do you think I keep doing what I do, and say what I say?”
     “Because you're on your period?”
    Al snorted.
     
     Christine sneered. “Okay I get it, you're pissed. So let me spell it out for you, I see the world beyond the curtain. I see and hear what you can't because you continue to allow the wool to be draped over your eyes. Take in Al's words. Drink  them like fine wine, cause this man's smart. He seems like an idiot gangster from the hood, but he speaks true shit. If you can't see what we're saying, you're a tumbleweed forever.”
     “But I thought we were all tumbleweeds just rolling by...or whatever it is you said.”
    She nodded. “Yeah, but I also said we can turn that around. Let's try to find meaning in this shall we? TB4 is not a progression, he a regression.” She sighed. “I'm bored of sounding like a broken record. Just get it before it's too late.”
     With that, Christine turned around and covered the sheets over her body. Within a couple of seconds she was fast asleep. Funny, cause she wasn't showing any signs.
     Al frowned, and climbed up to my bed. He whispered.  “Damn. Guess I'll have to do it alone. You remember the plan?”
    “What plan?” I whispered back.
    “Popping a vein in our big guy. That's what.”
    “You're still on that?” I say, frustrated.
    “Of course.”
    “What happened to never backing down and fighting when you know you're getting your ass kicked?”
     He shrugged. “That's when I have no choice. Here, we got a choice. Take out the lion before he can kill the sheep is what I say. Limp's not respected. Fuck him. When he comes back...” He smacked his hands together. “Whacked! As Joey Two-Tone would say. Heh, heh.”
     Joey Two-Tone. The mysterious mobster being talked about at every direction I went. I would probably meet him tomorrow, but how am I going to leave the Tricker compound without them knowing?
    “Yeah, whacked,” I smile back at him.
    He says, “So did TB4 say anything about me?”
    “No. He seemed concerned about something else.”
     He nodded. “Yeah, I was surprised I felled him so easy. I expected at least some fight, but it was like I was Mike Tyson, and he Little Mac.”
    “Who and who?”
    He smacked his head. “Right, you got no clue...well, most of the time.”
    He shrugged. “Someone his stature, with the fighting experience he has... something had to be bothering him. What? I don't know or care. All I care about it getting Limpy.”
    He nodded and jumped off my bed.
     “You know, when I win this thing, I'll make sure