Hi everyone. I'm so, so sorry that I haven't updated earlier. I tried to update a few days ago but couldn't log in. :( Before you read this I just wanted to say that I know that this chapter may be a little bit bad (I had MAJOR writers block) and may be a bit rushed towards the end. So I apologise for that. I JUST WANTED TO SAY A BIG THANK YOU TO MY FRIEND CHRISTINE! She really motivated me to get this chapter up. I hope you enjoy.
I know that voice! I remember it. But who does it belong to? I slowly turn around and my eyes widen. Al!?
"Al!?" I say, my hand over my chest.
"Um, hi Tris." He says.
I look him up and down. Same floppy brown hair, same huge build, he was really the same as he was when I last saw him. I frowned. Al, was one of my best friends at my old school. We would literally do everything together, we would tell each other our secrets and we always had fun around each other. With Al I felt like I could just be me. My last year at my old school was a really good year for me, sports wise. I was winning practically everything, but that came with a price. I noticed that Al started to get jealous when I started winning, then one day, BAM! Al and his friend, Peter tied me up and started beating me so I couldn't be in any sporting events anymore. There was only one flaw in their plan though. At the start they were wearing masks to hide their faces, but when they grabbed me I yanked one of their marks off, revealing none other then Al. Afterwards I avoided Al for almost a whole year anhasn't talked to him since, well, until now. I stared at him.
"Wha, what are you doing here?" I ask, a stutter in my voice.
Al moves his right hand to the back of his neck and begins rubbing in a circular motion. I couldn't help but think of Four. The way that he rubbed his neck the first time we talked, the embarrassed look in his face. I smiled slightly to myself and sighed. Hopefully Al doesn't notice I did that.
"Well I thought that, you know, we could talk." Al said whilst avoiding my gaze.
What? How could of Al known that I was here? I furrowed my brows in confusion.
"And how did you know that I moved to this school?" I asked, putting extra emphasis on the word 'this'.
"My friend Will told me." He said like it was the most simple thing in the world.
My confusion turned to upright rage in less then a second.
"WILL TOLD YOU!?" I screamed at Al.
Al's small eyes widened and he took a step back. I looked down and noticed that in my rage I had narrowed the space between us.
"Uh, yes." Al said quietly.
I softened my face and looked down.
"Sorry."
Al looked down at me.
"Tris, there is something we need to talk about." Al said.
I nodded and began walking towards my house. Al followed me. Silence filled the air as we walked through a dense patch of trees and onto a bridge. Cars of all sizes zoomed past us at fast speeds, making my hair whip into my face, stinging my eyes. Al suddenly grabbed my arm lightly. I turned around to face him.
"Al, I just wanted to say..." I began, but didn't get to finish.
"Tris, you don't need to say anything. I know that what I did was incredibly wrong and I would do anything to take it back. We were best friends and I hurt you." Al interrupted me.
I studied Al's face for a few moments before answering him. His face was a pale colour, like it always was, and I swore his eyes were about to overflow with tears. His cheeks were a light colour of red and he couldn't make his gaze meet mine. I touched his chin lightly so he was looking straight at me.
"Al, I forgive you, you know." I say with a smile.
Al's eyes suddenly light up and his posture changes. I suddenly feel his strong arms wrap around my small frame in a big bear hug.
"Thank you, Tris. I'm so sorry." I could hear him whispering over and over again.
I squeezed myself out from his grasp. Al looked down at the ground, embarrassed. I smiled slightly at him and stood looking down at the rushing river beneath the bridge we were on. I felt Al touch my cheek lightly.
"Tris." I heard him say, his voice soft.
I moved my head so I was square on with him. Suddenly Al closed his eyes and moved his face closer to mine. 'Oh no! He's trying to kiss me!' I screamed inside my head. Al"/ face got closer and closer until we were about a centimetre from each other. Al's warm breath ran down my neck as he came closer still. Just as Al's lips were about to make contact with mine a loud honk sounded behind us. Al threw his head back.
"Tris!" I heard someone yell.
"Four." I whispered under my breath.
Four!? I turned quickly around on my heels to see Four's car beside us.
"Oh my goodness! Four." I shrieked, running to the side of Four's car.
He smiled up at me.
"How come you're out from the hospital?" I ask, my breaths ragged.
"Come on, Tris. I was only punched a few times." Four replied as he let out at loud breath.
I scrunched up my nose and tried to look as serious as possible.
"Seriously, Four? You were literally knocked out cold. How come you aren't hurting all over?" I say as I throw my hands into the air.
Suddenly I heard someone clear their throat from behind me. Four looked behind me and spotted Al. Although he probably would of seen him earlier.
"Tris, babe, we'd better get going." Al said, his arms snaking around my waist.
In a matter of seconds I see Four's face turn from normal skin colour to pure red, pure rage.
"Al, um, I'm not your 'babe'." I say to Al as if I'm talking to a three year old.
Al's arms retreat from my small waist and he moves up beside me.
"Well, Tris. It's not like you've got any other boyfriend." Al said shrugging his shoulders.
I look from Al to Four and suddenly I have a brilliant idea.
"Al." I say with a cough." Four, this guy, is my, uh, boyfriend." I say gesturing to Four.
I swear Al's eyes pop out of his head.
"B..b..boyfriend?" Al stutters.
I look at Four, a pleading look on my face. Four opens the passenger car door and clears his throat.
"Yes, Tris is my girlfriend. Is there any problem with that?" Four asks Al.
His voice sounds menacing, like he was going to rip Al to spreads if he came near me. If only that was true, if Four actually wanted me to be his girlfriend. 'What!?' I thought to myself suddenly. I can't believe I just said that, even if it was in my head. Four probably has a sting of girls just waiting for him to take them out. A girl like me would never make the cut.
"Tris?" I heard Four ask. "You alright there?"
I looked back towards where Al stood to see he had already began to walk off. I wonder what Four had said to him.
"Thank you." I say to Four, once I felt I could speak.
Four looked at me, his eyebrows knitted together.
"For what? Pretending to be your boyfriend? Believe me, it was my pleasure." Four said before motioning for me to get in his car.
'How do I know he's not going to kidnap me?' I ask myself.
Suddenly I hear Four snort.
"What!" I ask loudly.
Four had now pulled over and was literally hunched over in laughter.
"I said that out loud, didn't I?" I asked Four.
He nodded in response, still laughing. For some weird reason I loved the way he laughed. The way that the sound actually came from something that I did, the fact that he though that I was funny. And for some reason, I started laughing along with him. Soon enough we were both hunched over in laughter. Suddenly I heard Four let out a gasp. I looked over at him. Four had winced in pain and was holding his rib cage.
"Oh my goodness, Four, are you alright?" I ask.
"Don't..worry...about...me...Tris." Four replies in between breaths.
"Jeez, Four, you were just in hospital from being beat up and you're telling me not to worry about you." I say in an annoyed voice.
"Tris, it was only a few punches. It's not like I was going to be in hospital for days." Four says, raising his voice a little.
"Well you were only in there for like, two minutes! What's up with that!?" I say back.
"I didn't want to be in hospital, so once I regained consciousness I decided to run out of there." Four says.
"What about your car."
"I ran to the school to get it." He says with a shrug.
I huffed.
"This doesn't make any sense." I say under my breath so Four wouldn't hear me.
"Don't be an Erudite." Four mutters.
I guess he heard me.
"Well it doesn't! One moment you've been beaten up and you need to go to hospital and then the next moment you're saving me from having to kiss Al!" I yell at Four.
I see Four's jaw clench up as I say this, but his eyes stay on the road.
"Are you going to answer me?" I ask, getting impatient.
He doesn't say anything, just clenches his jaw over and over again. I groan and face the window. It stays like this for the rest of the drive, almost like you could cut the tension with a knife. Suddenly the car stops and Four leans back into his chair. I look up to find that we're in the front of my house.
"Thanks." I say, getting out of the car.
Once again, Four doesn't say anything.
I sigh as I walk to my front door and knock. Caleb opens it.
"Where have you been Beatrice?" Caleb says as soon as he sees me.
I stare up at him and brush straight past him and up the stairs into my room. Chucking my bag onto the floor I jump onto my queen sized bed. Hopefully the next day will be better
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