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Chapter 4: Talking and macking are synonymous, apparently.
He stands there, just taking it. I don't know why he's not angry or at least annoyed. I frown at him, after stopping yelling. His piece of toast is still half way to his mouth and Emily, who is gloriously sitting next to him, doesn't say a word, she just stares at me in disbelief. I don't mention the whole us making-out thing, but Four knows it's implyed. He looks at me and I stop yelling completely.
"Are you done?" I inhale heavily. What does he mean: Am I done? I'll never be done being angry that he witheld crucial information like: I have a girlfriend.
"You know what Four, I'm not, I'll never be, but you don't care, so instead of spending time yelling at a neanderthal, I'm going to leave. Good day." I start to leave, when I find my rant just needs a little something more. I step back and Emily looks more than annoyed, she looks pissed at me for ruining her breakfast. Oh, she'll hate me alright. "Oh, and Emily, you and your futile little boyfriend better talk, cause last time we talked he didn't quite remember to mention he was in a relationship." At this, Four looks up at me and flushes. Don't mess with fire, buddy. He doesn't move to stop me, though. I wonder why. It almost seems strange. "Well, we weren't exactly talking, I think macking would be better used in this situation, but you know, tomato, tomatoe." With that, I walk out, leaving my anger behind. I am barely out of the building when I burst into tears. I walk over to the Dauntless compound, feeling disgusting and ugly. I feel snot on my face and the stares I get, make me really self-conscious. I stop in a dark corner, though pretty much every corner is dark in Dauntless, this one is darker. I crumple to the ground and wait. I don't know what exactly I wait for, but I know I'm waiting for something. I sit for who-knows-how-long and feel the cold of Fall settle on me. I don't move, to scared that I'll just collapse again.
Chapter 4: The wrath of Emily... or is it?
I knew she would find out at a certain that I'm totally into Tris, but I didn't think the latter would practicaly tell her herself. She stays silent for the rest of the breakfast and I do too. When we're done, I walk her back to the Dauntless campus, not really sure what to do. Is she angry, or is she just processing. Sometimes I don't get her. I don't even know why we hooked up in the first place. Wait, no, that's not true, she has killer legs and his gorgeous. I mean, that's saying something. She isn't just average, you want to kiss her everytime you see her. Well, I used to, now I don't know. Tris is in my thoughts at all times. Her and her loose tie and bottoned blouse. Her and her long kilt. I love that kilt. Emily wears pretty much the same one and she wears it well, her long beautiful legs showing, but I don't feel the urge to pounce her like I used to. I guess the times are changing. We go into the dorm building and I'm pretty sure she's going to break up with me. I'm sure she's going to yell at me and disgrace me, or something of the sort. If she can yell at me for getting the wrong ice cream - and that's just sugary frozen milk - she certainly can yell at me for cheating on her, with a girl she openly hates and has told me a milion times. "Oh, Tris is such a show-off" and "Once a Stiff, always a Stiff". I got tired once and told her to shut up. That didn't last long. We wait in front of her door. She looks at the ground and I just look past her shoulder to where I know is Tris' room. I wait and wait. It get longs. Emily finally looks up and I'm preparing myself for the wrath, when she unlocks her door and steps in. I look at her, she gestures for me to come in and as I do, she unbottons her blouse. I raise an eyebrow at her, but she's already kissing me and I don't know what to do, so I follow. God, she's weird. I imagine it being Tris and it makes is a whole lot easier. Tris is such a good kisser too, the real one. I focus on the fake one, but it doesn't feel the same as when we were in that stall together and I was falling in love with her.