The rest of the day was a blur. I found Christina and we went to pre cal together. When the bell sounded, we got up and headed to lunch.
"Hey guys," Christina greets a group of people sitting at a round table. I recognize Zeke and Four. Chris introduces me to Uriah, Lynn, Marlene, Shauna, and will.
"Hi everybody," I smile sheepishly.
Zeke was sitting beside Four but I guess he moved over.
"Trissy here can sit beside us" Zeke calls out.
I sit down between the two boys and look at Zeke, "I would seriously appreciate it if you would call me Tris"
He laughs "sure thing tris."
"Thank you"
"Sy"
"or not" I say with a sigh.
"So tris," Four says, "where are you from?"
I open my mouth to answer but Christina blurts before I can say anything.
"She moved here from NC! WHERE IM FROM!"
Will laughs, "Christina, we know"
She gives him a look and then he bends down to kiss her on the cheek.
"GET A ROOM" Marlene and Uriah shout at the same time. We all laugh.
"So I heard Chris almost killed you this morning" Zeke says
Christina burst out laughing "yes! I almost ran her over"
Four goes stiff beside me. "Wait, what?" He looks concerned, protective. I blush.
"Yeah, I was walking across the parking lot and here comes the red Lexus going like 70 miles per hour"
"I WAS GOING 50" she protest, smiling
"YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE GOING TEN!" I answer with a laugh.
Chris giggles "I'm still sorry by the way"
Four seems to have relaxed by now.
After lunch, the day was pretty much uneventful. the dismissal bell sounded and I see four, waiting. "So, uh," he scratches behind his ear, "do you want to go to my house and work on the project?"
"yeah i would love to! But my car."
"Oh don't worry about it. You can get it tommorow. People do it all the time."
"Okay then, let's go!"
He walks me over to a black motorcycle and I step back.
He smiles "it won't bite tris"
"I know, I've just never been on one before." I admit.
"Here," he hands me a helmet, "it will be fun. I promise."
I buckle the helmet on my head and get on the bike.
He grabs my hands and puts them around his waist. I feel like he set my whole body on fire. I welcome the warmth he brings. I slide closer to him and rest my chin on his back.
"Here we go" he says as he takes off. Bolting onto the street.
"Wait. Where are we going?" I ask.
He looks back at me as we slow to stop at the traffic light, "what do you mean? I'm going to my house"
"This is the way to my house!" I exclaim.
"What is your address?" He ask me.
"7644 divergent court" (sorry, had too)
"No way!" He shouts,over the wind as the light turns green. "Mine is 7646 divergent court!"
"We're neighbors!" I exclaim.
"How cool," he says as he pulls into the driveway and takes off his helmet.
"My dad is on a business trip for the week so we have the house to ourselves." He says
I feel a sudden excitement bloom at the pit of my stomach. "Cool" I say nonchalantly.
We walk in the door. "Are you hungry?" He ask.
" a little, but I'll live unless you want to make something" i answer.
"We can make popcorn and watch a movie before we get started?" He says it like a question.
"Yeah! Sure! But only if you let me pick the movie." I tell him with a smirk.
"Anything but a chick flick" he calls out as i walk to the huge bookcase full of DVDs.
I eventually pick out some demon movie. I would usually not prefer a horror. But, I need to be close to him. It's weird. He generates an electricy that I have never experienced before. I need it. He's like a drug. What is it about him?
He walks into the room with a steaming bowl of popcorn in his hands. "So what are we watching?"
I hand him the movie and he raises an eyebrow at me "you sure you want to watch this? It's pretty scary."
"I'm sure" I say as I grab a piece of popcorn and pop it in my mouth.
"Okay" he says. He looks at me again. But this time he doesn't take his eyes off of me. We are looking at each other when i finally ask him "what are you staring at me for?"
"Oh, uh" he scratches behind his ear. I can't help but notice how muscular he is. Tris. Snap. Out. Of. It.
He walks over to the couch and sits down beside me. It's a reasonable distance but it still close. I can feel is warmth radiating off of him like a heater. I want to be closer to him.
I reach for the popcorn on the table in front of the couch. I plop back down right beside him. Our legs are now touching. I feel the electricity hitting my leg and spiraling all over my body. He looks over at me, with look in his eyes, and I smile at him.
I like Four.
There, I said. But I don't understand. I have known this guy for like, what? Five hours? I look away and blush. I have never felt this way about anyone, not even my ex-boyfriend Robert. I thought I loved Robert, but Four makes me feel so… so warm, alive, electrified. Robert never made me feel like this.
I guess I fall asleep because my eyes flutter open after the credits roll by. Four jiggles my shoulder, and it turns out my head was resting on top of his. I jolt, expecting him to push me off of him. But he just stares at me, grinning.
"What?" I ask him.
He turns away and blushes, "nothing."
I stare at him for a while, observing his face. His dark blue eyes connect with mine again.
"What?" He ask me
"Nothing," I turn away, mimicking him.
"So Trissy" he looks over at me with a smirk on his face. "How did you like that movie?"
"It was actually, really good" I lie. I did not see more than ten minutes of it before I fell asleep.
"And how would you know that?" he asks me, still holding a giant smirk.
"I don't know. Maybe I just like agreeing with you" I say, laughing.
"Like I said earlier, I really like your laugh," I blush, somehow managing to hold his gaze.
"Why? I hate it" I admit, my laugh is really nothing special. I think it's kind of annoying, really.
"Because, it's cute, Tris-like."
"Tris-like?" I ask, laughing again.
"Yeah," he answers, "like, you look like you would laugh like that, and it's…different."
"I don't know why you like it so much, it's really nothing special" I tell him, breaking my gaze from his.
"You really don't know do you," I feel his eyes on me, "how pretty you are."
"I'm not pretty," I admit, "I'm not ugly, but I'm certainly not pretty."
"I reject that out of hand." he states.
I try to say something back, but the butterflies that were once in my stomach, made their way to my windpipe. I just sit there, staring at him.
I want to lean in and kiss him, but I fight the desire. Why does he think I'm pretty? Why does he like my laugh so much? Why does this boy, make me feel like fire, but like liquid at the same time?
Before I can even think about what is going on, I feel two hands cupping my cheeks and soft lips brush mine.
