I swirled my Alchohol around In my cup as Christina looked around. Her eyes caught on the back of a pale head and she squealed excitedly.

"Thats him!" She half whispered, half shouted as she tugged on my arm.

Christina and I were polar opposites, from the head to the toe. She had short dark hair, dark skin, dark eyes and was extremely tall for a girl. She had an exotic beauty, she was loud spoken and extremely candor.

I on the other hand was small, and short. I looked more like a Christmas Angel with my long cornsilk pale blonde hair and grey blue eyes framed by thick long eyelashes, my skin was fair and smooth and I was shy, while Christina was out on dates I was at home reading with a hot glass of tea.

The only date I was aware of was with a book.

The boy she dragged me out of my comfort zone to meet was as tall as her and closer to me in complexion, his eyes were green and his skin was almost as pale as mine. He had as blonde hair as me.

"Hey Christina" He shook smiled at her politely, one point for the bartender I thought to myself he wasn't trying to shove his tounge down her throat at first sight.

"Im Tris" I offered shaking his hand. It was a test,

Handshakes meant a lot in my Aunt and Uncles house, where I grew up at. Uncle Bud told me that a man's handshake was how he acted, and although Wills wasn't as tight as mine and his hand wasn't as callous ed as those of the men I grew up with he was good enough.

I nodded over to Christina and smiled. This was a thing she did. If she liked a guy enough to let him meet me she trusted me to give her the right away to continue dating them. Will passed the test.

"Have a nice time I'll catch up with you at home Tris, try to have some fun"

She looked at me carefully before walking away with Will

"Tris is the smartest girl you'd ever meet" She informed Will as they walked away. One thing we had in common was the loyalty we had to each other.

I met Christina when I was sixteen, five years ago. I had just moved in with Aunt Tori and Uncle Bud after my parents were... killed

She was the one to help me around even though I had two cousins that lived next to me, Uriah and Zeke. They taught me how to throw a punch, throw a spiral and hold my own against someone who went against me. I was the most fiercely protected girl in high school between the football team Uriah lead and the boxing team Zeke was in, no guy ever looked below my chin in fear of dying.

The fierce beat and loud music made me feel daring. But my shyness overtook me and I leaned on the bar. I looked over too see a man with his arm slung loosely over a slutty blonds girl.

He was beautiful, a group of girls stared unshamefully at him. Dates be dammed. He had a tight shirt that showed his defined muscles off and a sleeve of fire rattles running up and down his arm. His arm was thickly muscled, he definitely lifted.

He was taller than everyone else, his hair was dark and his eyes were navy blue. My heart beat fast and I looked down, ashamed that I had been staring. A guy like that never bothered to even look at me. They wanted one thing, one thing I had yet to give to anyone.

But this guy...He was the hottest guy I've ever seen. I looked at my feet before I slid money out of my pocket. The other bartender took over at the mostly empty bar. The club was crammed with dancing bodies. But the busy bar had taken a break.

I looked at the only familiar New guy and smiled.

"Hey Zeke!" I shouted, my cousin turned around, I saw him last week at thanksgiving and instead of the silk shirt he packed himself into last Friday he had on a casual long sleeved t shirt that looked good with his deep Native American background which against my Scandinavian one was almost as different as night and day.

"Hey Bumble Bee!" He shouted back smiling brightly at me. I winked at him and slid him a twenty.

"You know what I like" I joked he rolled his eyes and went to mix the drink he made me on my eighteenth birthday.

"Hey baby you wanna dance?" A drunk voice slurred behind me, I turned around and looked at a drunk man in front of me. He was well over the legal limit and could hardly stumble toward me. Somthing was off about him.

"No thank you" I replied firmly, shrinking away from him. He scoffed and grabbed my goalscoring me against the countertop rather roughly.

"You know that you want to" He said. I clenched my jaw and shoved him back, not liking his roughness. I swung my fist and it hit him straight in the jaw like I had been taught too my thumb outside of my fist and my weight behind it. Driving home my point I hoped. He just snarled.

"You Bitch!" He shrieked lunging forward. Before I could flinch a flash of black separates us and my attacker fell down unconscious on the floor. I rubbed my hand out and took in a breath.

"Thank you" I murmured looking down. I felt embarrassed, I shouldn't have had anyone protecting me. Then my curiosity kicked in.

Who was protecting me?

I looked up to see the guy I was looking at earlier staring down at me. His date huffed from the corner and bounded toward us, shouting complaints. He ignored her and extended a hand to me.

"Four" He told me firmly shaking my hand, his grip was tight but not necessarily painful. I looked away from his deep eyes to my beat up grey and black converse.

"Tris Prior" I said shyly glancing up to see he was staring at me. I dropped his hand and got a look at the black patterns down in his to meet you Tris" His voice was deep, rumbling and the girl behind him was getting impatient.

"You alright Bea?" Zeke asked his voice was tinged with worry and I swallowed looking at him with a smile. Four was totally out of my league.

"I've been saved" I said nodding over to Four He crossed his arms.

"You know Tris?" Four asked, the girl huffed and sat down, her dress looked more like lingerie to me.

"I lived with her for Christ sake" Zen said shortly looking at Four. It was obvious that Four was a player, and Zke was always protective of me. Hence my age and prolonged virginity.

"You two are together?" He asked, I looked at Zeke and recalculated what that must have sounded like.

"No she's my little sister" Zeke announced proudly, we were actually cousins but I was closest to Zeke and Uriah since they lived with Tori and Bud when their parents died in action.

"How?" The fake blonde girl asked twirling her bleached blonde hair in between her fingers. I looked at Zeke and pressed my mouth in a straight line.

My phone rang Bulletproof Love by Pierce The Veil loudly only heard by those within a few feet radius thanks to the blaring music.

"Ew!" The girl shouted. "You listen to punk?" She spit the word like poison. I looked at her for a moment

"Problem?" I asked simply she made a scoffing noise an I rolled my eyes answering the call.

"OHMIGOD he's taking me out to eat!" Christina whisper shouted to me I smiled at her excitement.

"Are you saying this so you don't have to ride me death trap home?" I asked with a hint of a smile, she always took the truck instead of my motorcycle. She hated my motorcycle but I loved it.

"You have to ride alone Tris I'll be home tomorrow morning" I sighed and nodded.

"She bailed with Will?" Zeke asked I nodded.

"Gotta get home" I said handing him a ten and slinging my leather jacket over my crop top. I looked at Four and his most likely one night date.

"Nice to meet you Four and Lauren" Lauren dissent spare a second look at me as she pulled out her compact mirror.

"You ride a motorcycle?" Four asked I looked at him surprised.

"Yeah" I cracked my knuckles and scrunched my nose up. "My roommate isn't a fan" I shrugged and gave him a toothy smile.

"Most girls aren't" He told me nodding his head over to where Lauren was reapplying lipstick in her in compact mirror.

"I'm not most girls"" I defended Lauren smashed her lips together. "Good Luck with that one" I saw him groan even over the music.

To bad he would never remember me, I've never felt my heart pound so hard.