Tris POV
One week later...
I walk to my locker to find a smiling Four.
"Hey, Beautiful," he tells me. He pecks me on the lips and I turn to my locker, grabbing my books.
"Ready?" he asks me. I nod my head in return, and we start to walk to class. Suddenly, I trip and fall on my ankle.
"Ow," I say, rubbing it. The pain is sharp; fresh. It stings, and I can tell it was the bone.
"Are you okay?" I can hear him ask me, but the sound is muffled.
I nod my head and grab his hand, but I don't say anything. He walks me to class, and I wince as I sit down. I can tell that he notices, but he doesn't say anything. He just walks to his class. By the end of my first class, it hurts so bad there are spots in my eyes, my ankle is swollen and changing colors, and I walk with a limp, if I can walk at all.
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I walk to lunch with tears in my eyes, but quickly blink them away. I walk over to the table and sit down in my usual seat, but I don't eat. When Four sits next to me, he notices something.
"Whats wrong?" he asks me. I just shake my head. My ankle is no big deal, I can handle it.
"Tris," he says with concern.
"It's nothing," I say nonchalantly, but my voice cracks.
"Don't tell me it's nothing."
"My ankle," I give in. God, why does he have to be so observant?
"Let me see it," he orders me.
"No."
"Tris," he says.
"It's not a big deal," I say.
"Yes, it is," he says.
"No, it's not," he says. I silently thank Christina as she sits next to me.
"What's going on?" she asks.
"Nothing," I mutter.
"Tris fell on her ankle," answers Four. God!
"No, I didn't," I lie.
"Yeah, she did. And now she is trying to pretend it isn't bothering her, but it is."
"No, it's not!" I protest.
Tobias' House...
I lay on Fours couch, my feet in his lap. That was a bad idea. He takes a look at my swollen ankle, and he immediately has a freak attack. Oh, what an overprotective boyfriend!
"Oh My God, Tris!"
"What?"
Four scowls at me. "What do you mean What?" he almost yells.
"I mean, what?"
"Your ankle is broken, Tris!"
"No," I reply calmly, "It's not."
"I'm taking you to the hospital."
"No, your'e not," I reply.
"Yes, I am, Tris!"
"Four," I say, "Calm down. My ankle is fine"
His eyes soften.
"Tris," he says, "Please."
I groan. He stare into my eyes, cupping my face in his hands.
"You don't have to pretend that it isn't bothering you. You need help."
"No, I don't."
He lightly brushes his lips against mine. "Please."
"Fine." He scoops me up, throwing me over his shoulder. I laugh and bang on his back as he takes me over to his car.
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I walk into school with crutches. God, why did Four have to make me go to the doctor? I don't need these. I struggle to my locker, where Four stands, holding my books. I sigh, and walk to class, stopping every once in a while. When we get there, my armpits are killing me because of the crutches. Four puts my books on my desk and walks away.
Science...
I walk into science and take my seat next to Four. He greets me with a small smile, which I quickly return. Today, we have a substitute- thank god- so we get to use science as time to work on the project.
"So," Four starts, "How is your ankle?"
"Fine," I mutter, but I know it's a lie. The pain has been killing me, but it's really not a big deal.
"Tris," he says, and I can sense some concern in his voice. "Really."
"Well, it hurts," I give in, but I don't look up from my notebook.
"Has it gotten better?"
"Maybe," I say.
"Tris," he says.
"No."
He sighs, lifting my chin up with his thumb, forcing me to look into his dark blue eyes.
"You should probably lay off of it," he says.
"No," I say. I don't need to. He sighs.
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Tobias POV
I definitely like her. I don't want to hurt her anymore; I was a jerk in the first place. I knock on Zeke's door, hoping her will agree to calling off the bet. He opens the door and smiles.
"Hey," I say.
"Come in," he says. I walk inside and get straight to the point.
"I think I actually like her. Can we call off the bet?"
"Sure, buddy," he answers. This is why he is my friend.
"Don't call me buddy."
"Why, buddy?" I grunt and walk out the door. For a friend, he can be annoying.
A/N: (\_/) This guy is my pagebreak. His name is Hopper. Respect Hopper.
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