Chapter 6: Again?

Note: Repost, fixed up the mistakes. Sorry guys.

Fours POV.

"See you later Tris." I say quietly and pull away from the curb swiftly.

I hear a muffled scream and reluctantly look up through the mirror only to see Tris stomping away.

"What's her problem!?" I huff to myself sinking into my seat.

She's so frustrating. But -unlike most girls- when I insult her, she shoots one right back. It's almost like she's ready for a fight always. And it's stupid, for the most part that:

One. I'm not snapping at her like I do with most girls, and

Two. I get nervous whenever she talks to me.

Tell me again conscience, why did you convince me to offer to drive her?

The screeching of New Divine by Linkin Park drags me out of my thoughts. My ringtone to be exact.

The screen flashes Zeke, my best friend since the womb, I really don't feel like talking but I reluctantly answer anyways.

"What do you want?" I huff into the phone.

"Wait. Hold up, are you on your man period or something?" He chuckles slightly.

Why does everyone keep saying that?

"Why'd you call me?" I sigh rubbing my face.

"You are in a really shitty mood, I hope you know that Four," he continues like I didn't ask the question. He is acting like a child.

"Well maybe I'm in a shitty mood because you're an idiot," I retort anger building up inside me.

I don't know why, but something inside me is just boiling. I don't know if it's because I'm mad at Tris, frustrated with Zeke, or both.

"What do you mean?" I can sense his frown on the other end of the call.

"You called, why did you call me Zeke?" I say balancing the phone between my shoulder and ear turning onto my street.

"Are you for real!?" He replies flatly from the other end. "That's what you're so mad about."

"Seriously Zeke!?" I exclaim incredulously, my face turning red.

"Alright. I called you because I can." He drawls, and I can sense him smirking on the other end.

"You're an asshole," I snap.

"Careful Four. You're acting like a prissy bitch, and why are you so mad? Is it really that frustrating to talk to me?" Zeke has got the guts to call me a bitch? Then again, I'm acting like a big one.

"Listen up Zeke," I wait for a snide remark but continue after hearing nothing, "I'm already angry, and your constant idiotic talks are not helping my case either."

"I'll leave you to being angry then." Zeke states dryly and hangs up before I can respond.

"What is wrong with me?" I mutter quietly. I should call him back, and apologize for whatever it was that I did to make him hang up.

Like he would answer if I called back.

"What? You're not going to thank me?" Zeke asks as soon as I open the door for him to come in. He said that he is giving me a pleasant surprise. He was waiting on my porch when I got home.

"And why would I do that?" I ask giving him a glare.

"Because I totally just saved you from having a boring Christmas by yourself like you do every year."

There it is. Not really as pleasant as I thought.

He rolls his eyes. "You're pretty stupid for someone who just graduated from University Four."

"It's a party isn't it?" I scoff as he nods grinning making his way into my house with a laugh.

I slam the door with a huff and follow Zeke into my living room.

"And Four, you are coming to this party." I turn to face Zeke.

"Zeke, I don't want-," I start but he shoots me a glare that he reserves only for people he hates.

I groan and drag myself towards the couch lazily. Zeke's eyes are on the TV, staring contentedly at the college football match going on. I look more uncomfortable than him and this is my house.

"I have to go to the washroom," Zeke jumps up suddenly and races down the hall. The room falls silent except for the game going on in the background.

I get up walking into the kitchen to get a water bottle and stop when I hear a knock on the door.

I sigh, and drag myself towards the door.

Zeke better have not invited anyone else over.

I swing the door open and try to smother the laugh itching to break out. Tris stands there, cheeks red and hair sticking out at weird angles. I suck in a breath when I notice what she is wearing. A tight T-shirt, and ripped jeans. Her clothes are all muddy and dripping, like she fell into a snow bank.

"Uh. Hi Tris," I grin and she scowls.

"Really, it hasn't even been 2 he says hours." She says to herself glancing at her watch.

"You really love me don't you?" I ask, a smirk etching its way onto my face.

"Wholeheartedly Four," She agrees with a fake smile and shivers.

I stick my head further out the door, and she watches me silently. As long as she doesn't start running her mouth. I'm happy.

"Four?" Zeke says and pops his head out from the living room. "Who's at th-," I stops mid-sentence and clenches his jaw, like he's restraining from saying something.

Probably a sarcastic comment.

Tris looks more than uncomfortable standing with all the attention directed towards her.

"Can I use your washroom?" She says quietly shaking me from my thoughts, and shifts in frustration.

"Fine, follow me," I agree and open the door wider.

Zeke stays silent, and I have to flick his ear to refocus him.

"Have a great time!" I give her a sarcastic smile.

"I intend to," she gives me the best mocking face. I step around her and my hand brushes her hip. Warmth tingles where we touched. Weird.

I am about to turn the corner, when I'm pushed into the wall. I turn to find a smirking Zeke.

"Zeke, this isn't a game. Just leave me alone to live my life," I glare into his eyes. Same brown I remember.

"A game huh?" he asks taking a small step back, "You were the one who started it."

"Listen up Zeke, here's the deal, we both didn't know this was going to happen but it's still happening. So shut up, you're in my house, you can't act this way." I threaten and he grunts.

"Just tell me who she is, you keep staring at her. And you've never let a girl into your hou-,"

"Four?" I hear Tris's voice. My anger subsides and I look over at her. "Uh, thanks I have to go." She says walking past Zeke and me.

I mouth "later' to a smirking Zeke and follow Tris to the door.

"What happened to you anyways?" I ask standing next to her trying to avoid an awkward conversation.

"Since when do you talk to me?" she whispers awkwardly in my ear.

Didn't try hard enough.

"And. I fell into a snow bank for your information. She says and my eyes widen.

"Figure that much." I say teasingly rubbing the back of my neck with my hand.

"Dick." She mutters under her breath.

I internally groan so she wouldn't hear me. Why does she hate me so much?

"Four, my buddy. " Zeke says walking toward the door. "Thanks, for hanging out." He winks and beelines out of the house.

I'm too distracted to answer. Tris and I were in a flat out argument about earlier today. "You don't think that people would be so stupid to believe I actually wanted you to come into my car." I whisper yell and she groans.

"I don't because everyone should know I won't be going anywhere with you!"

"God, but you screamed I wanted you to come with me!"

"Now, that's believable ," she states and I'm tempted to whack her in the side of her head.

"Just leave, I've had enough of you for one day." I mutter closing my eyes, "Just stop terrorizing me."

"You started this whole thing," she mutters and walks out without another word.

You confuse me Tris.