Sorry! I blame finals! But thank you for your really nice comments.
"Zeke." I say. What is he here? Does he know I was staring at Tris?
"The last time I checked your apartment was over there." Zeke replies pointing to my apartment complex.
"How did you know I was going to be here?" I question, but I regret it right away. I quickly think of something to cover what I just said.
"Um I just needed a breather." I add, but nothing goes by Zeke.
"Four, I knew you 2 years. I know when you're up to something. You also didn't have any dauntless cake, and you were staring at a bunch of initiates today during dinner."
I clear my throat. I am just hoping that Zeke lets this go. I can't talk to Tris tonight, but I also can't have Zeke ratting me out to someone that I talked to one of initiates personally.
"Fine Zeke you caught me." He smiles. "I was heading to the training room to make sure everything was in place for tomorrow. Zeke turns bright pink. Zeke doesn't like to be wrong, and he especially doesn't like to be caught red handed. Zeke says sorry and then leaves with Shauna how just happens to be passing by. Then the door to the initiate's room opens, and Tris walks out with about empty glasses. She bumps right into me, and she drops all the glasses. I catch Tris, but I lose by balance and fall backwards. . She gets up, and then notices who just caught her.
"Four? I am so sorry. I didn't mean it. I promise it won't happen again." She is talking so fast I barely understand what she is saying. I get up.
"Tris, relax its just broken glasses." I say. Then I notice that her hand is bleeding. "Are you okay?"
"Yea I am fine. It's just a cut" she replies then she pull he sleeve down so that it would over the cut. Blood soaks through, but she just ignores it and she kneels down and starts scooping the glass shards.
"Stop! You're going to cut you hand." I almost yell. Then I run to the end of the hall and open the kit that is besides the training room. I pull out a dustpan and a broom. I hand it Tris, and then I start picking up the glasses to.
"What about your hands?" she ask, and I think I heard a bit of fear in her voice. Then again I think I was imagining.
"I am use to it." I say. Tris studies my face for a moment and then goes back to cleaning up. I think of Marcus and how he use to throw empty wine bottles at me, for not being selfless on the bus and giving up my seat. Tris swipes the last piece of glass off the floors and puts it into a plastic bag I got out of the kit.
"I am sorry." She says again, but I am not listening I am too busy staring at her arm. Her gray shirt has soaked with blood.
"Let me see your arm." I say urgently. She pulls up her sleeve, and shows me her arm. There is a straight cut down the middle. I quickly get the first aid kit out of the training room.
"This isn't necessary. "She says, but I am still pulling out the material I need. I take a bit of rubbing alcohol and quickly swipe it on the cut. Then I make sure there is not glass in the cut, and slowly bandage the cut.
"Thanks." She replies. I nod. She gets up and walks back into the dorm. Lauren emerges from the wall.
"Wow Four, I never knew you were a doctor. You should have stayed in Abnegation." She says. I shoot her a glare but she keeps laughing
"If you tell a living soul." I threaten.
"Don't worry. I won't tell you friends. That you are in love with a stiff."
"I am not.." start but Lauren already started running away. I am not in love with Tris! But I will admit I like her. There I said it.
I will update at 15. Sorry i need to set a this so i can keep up with my other stories.