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Tris POV

I wake up the next day, with my hangover gone. I stretch my arms out and see Christina eating donuts. "Wow look who's up." Christina says.

"How long have I been sleeping?" I ask, yawning.

"Oh, about twenty hours." She says.

"Twenty hours?!" I laugh

"Yeah. But you seem to be feeling better, so let's go exploring." She says, bouncing around.

"How are you already hyper?" I ask, still feeling half asleep.

"I've been up for five hours." She says, like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"Wow, okay. Let me shower and eat and then we can go." I say, getting up and saying hi to Ansel on the way. I grab a towel from the closet and start the shower. I grab my favorite body scrub and shampoo and jump in the shower.

As the water runs over my naked body, I'm in deep thought. Why can't I stop thinking about Four? I don't even know. He wouldn't even like me. These thoughts keep running through my head. Why am I even worrying about this? This is supposed to be a worry free trip.

I finally decide to drag myself out of the shower, and wrap myself in a towel. I start to blow dry my hair, which has probably grown another inch in the past two weeks. My hair grows like a wildfire.

I finish blow drying my hair, and go pick out clothes. I decide on a pink lacy pushup bra, with a white see through crop top, and white shorts. I then put my hair in a loose braid. I decide I don't need to add any makeup, so I go out and grab a muffin.

"Okay, I'm ready to go." I tell Chris, and Ansel. We all walk out the door, just to see our friends waiting for us. I see Four, who quickly looks at me and looks away. I quickly look away too. "Okay, let's go up the cliff." Zeke says, and we nod. I notice that Christina quickly goes over to Will and starts talking with him. I trail in the back with Ansel and Four. "Hey Ansel. How's Lauren doing?" I ask, and he smiles

"Well, I'm going to have to cut this trip short. Lauren's pregnant and wants me there." He says, and I'm a little upset that he'll have to go home early but I'm still happy for him.

"That's great! How long do you think you'll stay here?" I ask

"I'll have to leave in about a week." He says, and I nod. My smile starts to drop as soon as I realize that I won't be able to see him for at least three months. "Aw, Tris. What's wrong?" Ansel asks, and I shrug.

"It's just I won't be able to see you for three months." I say, pouting.

"We'll be able to skype, and don't worry Tris." He says, stopping to hug me.

"If you two could stop being all mushy gushy, we'd actually be able to catch up with everyone else." Four says, I look at him and glare. Ansel doesn't look to happy with him either "Whatever, you don't have to act like Christina on her period." I say, causing Ansel to snicker and Christina to look back at me and glare. Guess I said that too loud. I glare at Four one more time, before jumping on Ansel's back and treating him like a horse. "GIDDY UP!" I shout, and he charges off to the front of the group. I laugh as we get strange looks from our friends, but soon all the girls are jumping on a guy's back and treating them the same way I am.

All of us are now racing up the cliff, except Lynn and Four. They just awkwardly speed walk. Uriah and Marlene end up winning, but only by like a second. They barely won, Ansel and me almost won! But whatever. Christina and Will ended up coming in last, well except for Lynn and Four.

I hang my legs over the cliff, which if you fall you will most likely die. I feel the wind push me back, and I laugh. I feel so alive right now. My phone ringer suddenly goes off.

"Hello?" I ask

"Hello, is this Ms. Tris Prior?" The person asks.

"Yes this is her."

"Hi, Ms. Prior! We need an actress to play Alexandra King, In the Descendants. Would you be interested in filling this roll?" She asks, I look at Ansel and smile.

"Absolutely. When must we start filming?" I ask

"In October, so that's about three and a half months away." She says and I smile.

"Of course, I'll keep in touch." I say

"Great, I'll talk to you then. Have a nice day." She says, and hangs up. I turn to my friends. "Guess who's gonna be filming The Descendants in October? ME!" I shout, and everyone congratulates me, except Four. I'm seriously getting annoyed with his stupid whiplash, back and forth, bipolar teenage girl, crap. We were both drunk, not just me.

I walk over and sit down next to Four. I'm going to find out what his problem is. "Hey." I say, and he looks up at me.

"What do you want?" He snaps, making me flinch.

"I just wanna know what your problem is with me?" I ask.

"What, problem? I don't see a problem." He says, looking around

"You obviously do have a problem, and I can tell I'm part of the reason." I say, and he snorts

"What?" I ask

"You don't see the problem do you? You're like every other girl I've met." He says

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You're a slut, and throw yourself at me." He snaps, making my head fill with anger.

"You know what! Just because someone tries to be nice to you or hang around you, doesn't make them a slut! And I'm not a slut for your information." I shout and stand up.

"Tris wait." Four says, but I just flip him off.

"It wasn't my fault that we fell asleep in the same bed! We were both drunk not just me!" I yell, and start walking down the cliff. "Way to go Four." I hear Uriah say. I feel hot tears flowing down my face. "Tris wait!" I hear Ansel yell, but I just start running. I run as fast as I can down the cliff. I ignore everyone yelling my name, and I just run the opposite direction of the beach house.

I run through the trees, and thorn bushes. I stop and hide behind a bush. "TRIS?!" I hear someone yell.

"Where'd she go?" Another person yells.

"I don't know, Marlene. We need to split up." I recognize the voice as Ansel's.

"Yeah, okay. Everyone go a different direction, and in thirty minutes meet back at the beach house." Christina says, and I hear everyone walk in different directions. I break off in a sprint, and I hear heavy footsteps chasing me. I take sharp turns and I thought I got away, but I didn't. I end up getting slammed into the ground, and held down. "Tris! Calm down!" I hear the last person I wanted to hear from, Four.

"GET OFF ME!" I yell, and struggle. But my struggles are in vain, because he easily just pins me down. "Tris, I'm sorry!" He says, but I look anywhere but his eyes. He grabs my chin and forces me to look at him. "Get off me, Four!" I say, spitting his name.

"No, Tris! We need to talk." He says, firmly

"What is there to talk about?!" I snap at him. But he doesn't look affected. "I'm sorry for calling you a slut. I'm just so used to girls throwing themselves at me, I just thought that's what you did." He says

"Well you didn't have to accuse me of that! I'm not like that. You would know if I was a slut." I say, and rip my chin out of his hands. He gets off of me and helps me up. I don't run, but I just keep looking down. I flinch when I feel his arms wrap around me.

"I'm sorry Tris." He says, and for a while we don't move. But eventually we have to head back to the beach house. I soon to come to realize, that I'm head over heels for him.

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