A month later...
We landed in Chicago safely and were immediately greeted by Jeanine and Nita who welcomed us with open arms.
It stunned me, however, to see them… physically. They were both extremely gorgeous. I instantly felt plain compared to them but it didn't bother me. Seeing my Dad and Jeanine together made me smile, hugely. They looked so in love. It was actually quite a pure sight to see.
Suddenly, Nita leans down to whisper in my ear.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" she asks, gazing at them as well. Looking over at her, I nodded once in agreement.
"They look good together" I whisper back to her. She instantly smiles.
"Ever been in love?" I shook my head at this, my eyes widening slightly. Anyone who knows me, knows that love wasn't really my area of proficiency.
"No" I tell her truthfully, chuckling a little. "You?"
"I have a boyfriend" she answers, nodding in response to my question. I grinned at this.
"Oooh, Nita huh?" I mock while elbowing her softly. She laughs at this before comfortably wrapping an arm around my shoulder.
I smiled at the gesture. Being an only child, I never knew what it was like to have an older sibling. But having Nita here as an "almost" sister felt so good that it gave my smile an extra brightness to it.
Already, things were looking good.
"You do know what that means then, right?" she then asks me, as we follow our parents towards the exit.
"What?" I inquire, curiously.
"We need to find you a boyfriend, duh!" she exclaims, eagerly. "And then we can double date!"
She seemed to be getting so excited over it and yet it was merely just an idea. I couldn't help but laugh at her eagerness.
"Date? Eugh!" I let out, jokingly. "That sounds painful."
Almost right away, she shoots me a playful glare.
"Oh c'mon!" she protests. "You know, there are plenty of hot guys at Divergent Academy. I can introduce you to a few, if you want" she says, winking at me.
I'm about to decline her offer, when a certain 'name' catches my attention.
"Did you say 'Divergent Academy'?" I ask her. She nods vigorously. "Is that the school you're attending?" She nods once more. "Isn't that some fancy, prestigious high school?"
"Yeah, of course! It's the top school in Chicago" she states. A groan immediately leaves my mouth.
"Ugh, I'm sorry Nita but it seems like we'll be attending different schools for our final year."
"Wait, why?" she questions, pouting dramatically. I grin at this.
"Because I hate schools like that. Most of the kids who go there are stuck up brats" I tell her before quickly adding, "No offence."
"None taken" she dismisses with a wave of a hand, almost as if she was agreeing with me. "But must you really do this? Attend a different school and all?" she asks once more. I nod.
"Yup. I made an oath when I was kid to always attend public schools. Besides, it makes me happy knowing that I, who attends an 'average' school, can get better grades than someone who attends the 'top school of Chicago' and meets with a private tutor every Monday, Wednesday, Friday and on the weekends. It gets all those arrogant idiots to shut their mouths from boasting every hour, every minute and every second of the day."
Turning to face her after my long and probably dramatic explanation, I find her staring at me as if I was an alien. And then a fit of giggles leave her mouth.
"What?" I inquire, innocently.
"The way you said 'arrogant idiots'. There was so much… disgust in your voice" she states, laughing still.
"I did, did I?" I ask, although I could probably guess that I did say it like that. She nods again.
"Seems like you have a knack for winning against those 'arrogant idiots', huh?" she jokes.
I scoff as I thought back to a certain blue eyed boy from Middle School.
"Ha! You have no idea."
-VI-
It's been two weeks since we arrived in Chicago and everything has been going great. Jeanine and Nita were as nice as ever. Having a sibling simply made my day, everyday.
We were complete opposites yet we got along so well.
She'd teach me all there is to know about the … girly side of things like makeup and shopping etc. And I'd teach her about the boyish/childish side like sport, anime and whatnot.
It was fun.
However, I stayed true to my word and ended up attending Faction High School which was quite a fair distance away from Divergent Academy but still close enough.
On the third week though, as I sat at my desk, textbooks laid in front of me, Nita literally skips through the door of my bedroom, squealing in excitement.
I immediately laughed when I watched her attempt to contain it.
"Okay, what is it?" I ask in amusement as she bounced on my bed.
"Well tonight" she slowly starts, "my boyfriend and I will be going out on a date. But before that, I want you to meet him!" she exclaims.
"Me?" I ask her. She nods hurriedly.
"Yes! Of course, you! Why wouldn't I introduce you to him? You're my sister!"
I couldn't fight the huge smile off of my face as she said that.
"It's only right that you meet him, dur!" she then adds on. Laughing a little, I nodded in agreement.
"Okay then. I'll meet him." Squealing once more, she quickly rushes over and hugs me tightly.
"OH MY GOSH, YES!" she screams. "I'm so excited to have you meet him! I hope you like him! Let's go downstairs and wait for him to come."
Tugging at my arm, I snickered as she did so. It's times like these that I feel like I'm older than her, not the other way around.
Before I could let her drag me downstairs though, something in my brain clicks.
"Wait" I let out and she immediately stops pulling at my arm.
"What?" she asks.
"Don't you have to get ready for your date?" I inquire. She grins.
"I already am, silly!"
It's only when she says that that I look down to her outfit.
She was wearing a white, laced, long sleeve top with a black peter pan collar, a black skater skirt with see-through stockings and a big burgundy scarf. On her feet were combat boots, her makeup, though minimal, was done well and her hair was up in the most perfect messy bun I've ever seen in my entire life.
"You look so good" I compliment honestly, still checking out her clothes. "Cute outfit too." I was admiring how she was able to put her clothes together so nicely.
Every time I even tried to look decent, I always ended up looking like a druggie who just woke up from a thousand years of sleep.
Twirling around for me to get a better view, she blushes a little.
"Why, thank you!" she gushes, innocence laced in her tone.
Smiling widely, I'm about to say something in return when someone knocks on the door. Nita gasps right away at this before mouthing 'It's him! He's here!'
Nodding, I'm about to follow her lead when she points to her hair and then towards the direction of the bathroom. After which she then mouths, 'Can you please open the door for me?'
I begin to protest but it dies down on my tongue when she races off. I sigh at this before heading downstairs, courageously.
Taking a deep breath in, I placed my hand on the door knob and instantly calmed myself.
Okay Tris. Don't mess this up. You are going to meet Nita's - I mean, your sister's - boyfriend. Be on your best behaviour and don't scare the guy to death, okay?
Promising to do what my inner self was telling me to do, I opened the door with a bright and welcoming smile.
However, the minute my blue/grey eyes met with sleeping, dark blue coloured ones, the realisation sharply and swiftly settles in without a minute to spare and my once warm smile, falters and falls into a frown. Just moments afterwards, I see him receiving the very same message from his brain also.
The only difference is: I was much quicker to react than he was.
Without even thinking, my mouth speaks out without a filter.
"Oh. Hell. No!" I let out, emphasising every word. Before he could get a single sentence or even a word in, the door slams in his face.
I huffed slightly. I'll just tell Nita that the wind was to blame for that.