Chapter 3: Who is that? Four.
"Well, my parents made me go here because they wanted me to come out smart and hopefully become a doctor. I want to do that but. . . something just doesn't seem right. So, that's how I got here, what about you?" Christina says with a sigh and turns to Marlene a girl that we met in our English class. We also met Marlene's friend who is really mean and to herself, her name is Lynn. They are both pretty but Lynn has really short hair, not bald or anything. Just really short.
Marlene gives a shy laugh turning her brunette hair behind her ears, her green eyes turning a bit upset, "My parent's weren't really home all the time, so I just asked them could I go to a boarding school where I am not near them. . . of course I didn't tell them that though." She says and turns to Lynn who is picking over her meatloaf for dinner tonight. We all decided to go out to the canteen for dinner tonight and there are serving meatloaf, steamed vegetables, and mashed potatoes. That is one thing I like about this place. . . the food is amazing.
"Eh," Lynn shrugs her shoulder, setting her silver fork down on the royal blue tray, "My parent's really didn't like the way I acted, so they gave me the option of either military camp or this. . . I didn't feel like getting bossed around so I chose here. . . bad choice." She rolls her eyes and continues to eat.
"I think it's so cool that we get to eat with the Seniors and the rest of the others." Christina smiles brightly as a group of boys walk into the cafeteria dressed well in their slacks, shirts, and blazers. I would do nothing right now then to leave this boring dining hall and go home changing into some comfy clothes and getting greasy chicken sandwiches from McDonalds.
"Yeah," Marlene bites her lip staring off at the tall boy that looks identical to the other. . . twins maybe. The one Marlene is staring at has deeper dimples than the other. . . he was in my Math class earlier. I think his name is Uriah or something like that. "It's really cool,"
"Ugh," Lynn rolls her eyes obviously pissed at something now, "Please Marlene don't tell me that you are falling for one of the Senior boys." She says and I give a slight chuckle.
"They look like Seniors don't they, but they are just one grade higher than we are." I tell them and the girls gasp at me except Lynn and they shake their heads at me.
"Stop lying," Marlene gasps placing her hands on her hips and Christina lets out a laugh.
"She isn't lying, they are just so. . . big," Christina says astonished as the rowdy group of boys sit down at a table not before getting scolded by one of the teachers getting some food before they probably go to their rooms or houses off campus. "I bet everything on them is huge. . . I mean just look how tall they are, they make me feel like a midget and I am quite tall. . . I can only imagine how you feel Tris."
"Gee Christina, thanks for the honesty." I playfully roll my eyes at her as I catch a pair of blue eyes looking towards our table, "They are looking at us. . . act cool. So, just think how they would look as they are Seniors." I tell them still feeling the intense glare of the boys.
"Oh my gosh," Marlene whispers-shouts and I groan covering my face with my hand.
"Stop looking over there," I scold her laughing and I hear Christina let out a grunt, looking down at her salad.
"I am afraid to eat. . . their stare is just so intense." Christina says and I chuckle and let out a breath.
"Look up with me on three. . . one, two-"
"Wait, are we doing it on three or like after three."
"But, if you do it after three then it would be Four."
"So, then five."
"Oh my goodness, shut up guys. Now, do it now." Lynn rolls her eyes and we all look up ignoring Christina and Marlene's debate and the boys instantly look down to their food and continue to talk to one another.
"What are you doing tonight?" Christina asks looking at the two girls in a British accent as we start to pile our trash on our trays.
"Well, for one thing. I am going to take a shower and look over all of these syllabus." Marlene rolls her eyes and mutters, "Four more days until Saturday."
"Good," Lynn smiles sarcastically, "I'm not the only one who wants this school year over just as bad as I do? Perfect."
"Friday." I turn around smiling at the trashcan, "Want to come over to watch some movies and maybe hang out. . . is that alright with you?" I ask Christina and she nods her head with a grin on her face.
"So it's a date?" Marlene asks childishly raising her eyebrow at me. I chuckle and nod my head continuing to walk towards the exit, but, as I am walking one of the boys at the table, Four, abruptly stands up making me almost collide with his tall figure.
"Oh excuse me," I tell him hearing Christina softly laughing in the. I move out of the way placing my head down.
"It's okay," Damn, his voice is deep.
I continue to walk with my head down and when we leave the dining hall, the girls start laughing loudly.
"Ah! You were so surprised!" Christina laughs and I roll my eyes.
"Excuse me ladies!" Mr. Roy, a very young teacher who teaches Social Studies, he is my teacher. He walks towards our group and crosses his arms, "You guys are way too loud, there are people trying relax. Bring the tone down a bit please. . . hello, Beatrice."
I laugh a little bit and adjust my bag on my shoulder, "It's just Tris, Mr. Roy." I tell him and he smiles nodding his head turning around to walk away.
"Mr. Roy has got the hots for a certain someone." Christina smirks rubbing her shoulder against mine as all of us separate going to our dorms.
"Gross," I tell her shivering as we ride the elevator up to our floor. "He is like six years older than me."
"Age ain't nothing but a number," Christina sings a Pretty Ricky song, "I bet he's going to come to you while we are in Social Studies and get down on one knee while singing, 'You sayyy it's because of my age girl. . . but age ain't nothing but a number; IT AIN'T NOTHING BUT A NUMBER! OH-" I cut her singing off by placing my hand over her mouth shushing her.
Sleeping in on the weekends are amazing! It feels so good to just relax and not wake up until the late afternoon. But, my sleep is interrupted by Christina talking on her phone and pacing back and forth, "Yes Mom, I am doing great. My roommate is the definition of perfection, she is sleeping now, yes, it's a girl. I didn't loose my virginity yet. . . I don't want to talk to you about that. Yes ma'am, I love you too. Tell dad and Rose I said hello, alright, love you too, bye."
Just as Christina groans plopping down on her bed, I sit up yawning, "Morning," I tell her swinging my legs over the bed stretching my arms.
Christina chuckles at me rolling on her side to look at me, "Afternoon you mean, it's one." She says and I gasp looking at the digital clock on the nightstand.
"Stop playing," I laugh standing on my feet and she shakes her head at me, "I need to get out of this hell hole. Away from all of these crazy girls and horny boys. Want to go to the store to get some stuff for the dorm?"
"Yeah, I'll call a cab and we can go to Walmart and maybe get some drinks while we are out. But, we have to be back in time be ready for Lynn and Marlene."
"Okay, cool."
I depart the bedroom and go to the bathroom to freshen up and then I leave after I change my undergarments and I then start to change into my clothes. . . my great clothes that isn't those idiotic uniforms. I put on a pair of ripped jeans that are like. . .destroyed. It's just like a huge rip showing my leg on each of the pants leg. I pair that with a baby pink that looks. . . innocent and a pair of baby pink Timberlands.
"I'm ready Christina," I tell her as I adjust the gold chain and gold nose ring.
"Perfecto!" She gleams throwing her bag over her shoulder as I hand her my wallet and I slip my phone in my back pocket and quickly slip on a baby pink belt. "T.B.H You cute tho. . . but, let's hope they don't go back and make you change."
"Me!" I exclaim laughing putting a baby pink Nike on my head that's backwards. "Take a look at your outfit; shorts, a crop top, and jacket. . . okay," I laugh holding up the 'okay 👌' sign. She laughs and we leave the dorm. We take the elevator down to the first floor and when we get out, I see Mr. Roy and Mrs. Mathews talking. I grunt and get behind Christina and follow her out. I notice a lot of people are dressed in regular clothes. . . but, something is different. It's like everything feels lighter and happier.
"Ms. Prior." Jeanine greets me as I walk out from Christina. I smile at her and curtly nod my head.
"Jeanine."
"I prefer Mrs. Mathews from students." She sneers looking at the ink that covers my shoulders and right arm. . . where all the ink is on my body of course.
"Okay," I say sarcastically and before we could walk away she stops us again.
"I see you ladies are heading out. Remember the rules-"
"Yes, we get it. We've herd it from you and all of our teachers this week. No drinking or smoking on the property. . . we got it. We aren't going to bring any liquor back, we aren't even of age. I'm surprised that you even let us dress in normal clothes on the weekends." I say rolling my eyes and Christina claps her hands together once and starts laughing. Mr. Roy looks taken back, but intrigued, ugh.
"Bye," Christina laughs dragging me away before she or I could say anything else.
"That cab driver is the best ever," Christina lets out a sigh as we sit in the plastic chairs in Sweet Frog, we went shopping at Walmart and got some things we needed. Like; pads, extra blankets, extra pillows, pajamas, food, cleaning supplies, and some dishes and silverware. But, everything is mostly plastic because it's easy to clean. I nod my head spooning another spoonful of my sundae into my mouth. After shopping, we went to Tropical smoothie to get something to drink and now we are here, we are so greedy. But, the cab driver is so amazing. He gave us a special deal since we are so beautiful and he is waiting outside for us now with all of our stuff in the trunk.
"Tris right?" I hear someone say and I look up with the spoon still in my mouth. I look up to see Four, standing there and I notice all of the boys behind him piling their huge containers of ice cream with all of the sweets. I nod my head at him and I see Christina from the side of my eye start scrolling on her phone. "Well, my friends wanted me to come over and ask you girls if you wanted to come to a party with us. It's a 'We made it through a week of school' party."
Why does he sound so nonchalant?
"Uh, yeah, sure. I guess, when?"
Stop stuttering.
He obviously smirk at the effect that he has on me and I almost roll my eyes but instead, I mentally kick myself.
"Well, of course we can't have a party on campus. But, we are going to sneak out with the boys, that's all I know."
"We? Get past Jeanine to a party?" Christina looks up from her phone obviously listening to the conversation the whole time.
"Yup, one of the best parties. I would like it if you didn't spread the word because It would look weird if a whole bunch of people snuck off of campus then we would be in a deep load of sh*t" Uriah, from my math class, says walking up to us. He winks at me and I look down to my hands.
"It's going to be one of the best parties ever." A boy with an English accent says, I can practically hear Christina mentally squealing at the blue eyed-shaggy blond haired boy. "So much drinks and music." He says and I give Christina a smirk wiggling my eyebrows at her and she gives me the finger. . . so much for making it obvious.
"So, what they are trying to say is: Meet us on the Senior's roof at exactly 8 next Friday, there will be more information there." Uriah's brother, Zeke, who I get mixed up with Uriah says.
"So it's like a sin or something for us to know more information. This party could be in Springfield, I need to know before I wear something I regret." I tell him raising my eyebrow and he smirks at me obviously noticing how easily upset or pissed I can get. Maybe that's why Lynn and I can talk to each other without getting annoyed.
"Fine, the party is still in Chicago if it makes you feel better. Like, maybe, thirty minutes from here." He says and I nod my head at him.
"Cool," I tell him nodding my head still thinking how odd it is how we met here. "So, I guess we will see you tomorrow?" I ask standing up so we can pack our stuff away. I turn to see Christina talking to the English boy. "Um, Christina, let's go unless you have fifty extra dollars for the cab." I say and she instantly stands up waving at the boys and we leave the small shop.
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