Chapter Six
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10th September, Thursday.
(7 weeks and 2 days until the anniversary of the hatred towards Halloween. 9 weeks and 1 day until her birthday)
Drama, Woodwork, Gym, Music and Free. Tris read off her schedule as she turned off the engine of her car. A tapping on her window got her attention and the squished face of Four elicted a roll of the eyes. Four gestured to the empty seat and Tris nodded. He climbed in and gritted his teeth as soon as his back came in contact with the chair. Tris caught this and gave him a questioning look.
"What?"
"You tensed up when you leaned back."
"Very observant today, are we?" Four spat and Tris's jaw went slack, since it was the first time he had snapped like that and Four stuttered.
"N-n-no, I'm just in a dodgy mood today."
"Yeah, okay. The bell's about to ring," Tris whispered, before clambering out of the car.
"Way to go, Four," Four grunted bitterly. He got out and heard the lock click. He exhaled heavily and walked quickly in front of Tris who was putting her gym bag on her back. Tris stopped and raised an eyebrow.
"I didn't mean it," Four spoke. Tris nodded and went to step around him but he blocked her.
"Hug?" Four pouted and Tris scoffed but wrapped her arms around his neck and he relaxed, chuckling, bending his head to rest it on hers and placed his hands on either side of her waist, squeezing gently. This was their first official hug. Tris breathed in his Lynx deodorant while Four inhaled the strawberry shampoo from her hair. Four heard the faint bell and kissed her head before releasing her.
"Forgive me?"
"How can I not?" Tris smirked and grabbed his hand before jogging to the main entrance. They continued holding hands as they walked into the form room, chatting. The room was loud but the gang's attention was on the duo. They released hands and were taken aback at the eyes on them.
"No comment," Chris murmured and everyone jumped back into their conversations. Tris and Four shared a glance before sitting in their seats.
Drama flew with the amount of laughter that accompanied it. Woodwork was relaxed and Gym was as challenging due to the karate session. Lunch was painful, but! Music was finally here.
Everyone trickled in and Miss Johnson was standing in front of her desk with a smile.
"Hey! Our first music lesson has arrived!" Miss Johnson declared and everyone cheered. As Tris walked past, she looked in Johnson's eyes and was surprised at the similarity of it, compared to Four. She shook it off and sat with the gang.
"Your very first assignment is to work with your partner, do a duet and perform in front of the class next week."
"Aight, bring it on!" Zeke clapped his hands. Johnson smiled and put the list up on the board.
Drew and Molly, Nita and Peter, Chris and Shauna, Uriah and Marlene, Rob and Lynn, Zeke and Will, Edward and Myra and Tris and Four.
"Get started," Johnson smiled. Everyone got with their respective partners and the room erupted into loud chatting.
"Oh yes, the trip we are doing on the 6th of November, the winning pair stars." The room increased in volume and Johnson chuckled.
"Empire State of Mind," Tris and Four said in unison, they smirked and shared a high five. It was agreed both would play guitar and do the drum beats on the body of the guitar.
"You know the part, 'One hand in the air for the big city'?"
"Oh yeah, what about it?" Tris wrote the arrangements in her notebook.
"You sing that by yourself like the original then the last chorus, we sing together."
"Of course." Tris nodded, writing this down.
"My house or yours?" Tris silently prayed he would say his but luck for the day seemed to run out.
"Could it be yours?" Four asked nervously. Tris murmured an okay, mentally planning what to do with Ivanka.
"Practise in the free period?" Tris suggested. Four agreed and they fistbumped. The bell rang a while late and Tris dragged Zeke, Uriah and Will out of the crowd.
"I'm having Four over-"
"Ohhhhhh," Uriah wolfwhistled.
"-for practise. And Ivanka's there..."
"Then why's Will here?" Zeke pointed out.
"He knows she's mine."
"Oh yeah."
"What do I do? I was hoping you and Will could take her but I'm guessing whatever song you're doing would scare her. Also, I don't trust you, Uriah. You could just be going over to suck Marlene's face off." Tris bit her lip while Uriah wiggled his eyebrows, doing a mini hip roll and Zeke whacked his head.
"Tris, I'll be in the Art room." Four gestured to the general direction of the room. Tris nodded and waved. Four walked away. Tris wringed her hands and pulled out her phone, fingers flying at the speed of light.
"Who you texting?" Uriah questioned.
"Your mum." Tris looked up and a few seconds her phone pings.
"Perfect. She's going to take her to the baby park for two hours around half 4." The quartet went their different ways and Tris stumbled to the Art room. Four was strumming on his guitar.
"Everything okay?"
"Oh yeah. Just a little problem at home."
"That involved Will?" Four raised an eyebrow. Tris sighed and shook her head. Four nodded and sent a reassuring smile her way. The 50 minutes flew with the practise and Tris drove with Four behind on the motorcycle. Tris caught Hana driving away with a bouncing Ivanka in the carseat.
"Was that the Pedrad's mother?" Four inquired as they met at the door.
"Yeah."
"I swear there was a baby in there too."
"Her friend's daughter's daughter." What? It is true.
"I'm assuming the daughter's in school."
"Yep." Tris nodded and glided to her room.
"Just put your stuff somewhere." Four placed his backpack on the floor near the door.
"Bring the guitar. We're going to the studio in the basement."
"I thought no one's heard your voice."
"Soundproof."
"Ah." They strode back down to the ground level and grabbed a few waffles to snack on with a huge bottle of Coke.
"No cups?" Four said.
"Just drink it from the bottle." Tris shrugged.
"Are you not scared of 'cooties'?"
"What type of girl do you take me for?" Tris proclaimed playfully. Four laughed but faltered as the studio came into view. There was a drum kit, piano, keyboard, and a few microphones. Then there was a glass wall with the mixing table on the other side, a door in the corner to pass through both areas.
"Wow. This is huge."
"I know. I just had a dream of someone or people coming over. It came true!" Tris responded, picking up her guitar.
"Pedrad boys never came in here?"
"You can never trust them..." She carried a stool closer to a mic and Four followed, murmuring an agreement. They both set up and everything was turned on, except one thing.
"Wait, you need to turn on-"
"Begin recording, Empire State of Mind by Jay-Z and Alicia Keys. Take one."
"Welcome back, Tris Wright. Recording." Tris smirked and began strumming. Four recovered from his shocked state and joined in.
Skiiiiiiiiiip.
"That was great!" Four grinned after they listened to the recording and Tris smirked, not knowing the effect it had on Four, while fistbumping him. They strode upstairs, disposing of their rubbish and carried on to the bedroom.
"You like photography?"
"Love it."
"Why's there a baby cot here though?"
"It used to be mine." Tris lied smoothly.
"Looks new."
"Never used it." Four stared at her and she avoided his eyes. They stood in silence for a while. Tris groaned and looked him in the eye.
Tris inhaled and exhaled then walked from her bed to next to him.
"It's my daughter's." Four's eyes widened and he turned to her with a gentle expression.
"Ivanka's the daughter." Four said in realisation. Tris nodded.
"I'm not going to ask who's the father, or how you got pregnant. She's the baby, who left with Hana, isn't she?"
"Yeah..."
"She has your eyes." Four smiled. Tris smirked and leaned into his arm that wrapped around her shoulder.
"TRIS!" Hana yelled through the speaker in the corner of the room and a baby giggle followed.
"Wanna meet her?" Tris asked.
"Why not?" Four grinned and the pair walked down the stairs together. Hana gasped and sent a questioning look to Tris.
"He knows." Hana beamed and handed Ivanka over, who was squirming for Tris's attention.
"Mama..." Ivanka babbled, toothless.
"Hey there, how's my imp doing? Four, meet Ivanka. Ivanka, meet Four." Tris held out Ivanka and Four hesitated before retrieving her. Ivanka chortled sweetly and Four relaxed visibly.
"Gorgeous, like your mother." Tris blushed and Hana cleared her throat with a smile.
"I'll be in the kitchen."
"How old is she?" Four asked as Tris led them to the living room.
"1 year and 3 weeks, 6 days. Tomorrow's a month."
"Gave birth when you were 15, I'm guessing?"
"Yeah."
"That must have been hard..."
"It was," Tris snorted.
"When's your birthday?" Four asked randomly.
"That's for me to know and you to never know."
"13TH OF NOVEMBER!" Hana screamed from the kitchen.
"HANA!"
"THANK YOU!" Four laughed and Ivanka giggled along, playing with his ears. Tris smiled at the interaction of the two and Four's beam placed butterflies in her stomach.
"Why 'imp'?"
"Her name is Ivanka Macy Prior. And she reminds me of the imps my, err mum, used to tell me about." Four realized the situation was bit tense so he changed it.
After dinner, which was the signature Jollof rice and turkey Hana did occasionally, the duo chatted mindlessly about themselves, letting the other chip away at the surface of their facade.
Ivanka fell asleep a while ago as Four hummed to her while walking around the bedroom.
"I've got to go," Four declared. Tris walked him to the door and Four stepped out, "thank you for opening up to me." Four murmured.
"You seem trustworthy, Four. Under that tough exterior, you've got a kind heart. Plus, if you trust me, it's fair to trust you back." Tris shrugged, leaning on the doorframe.
Four reached out and caressed her cheek. Tris closed her eyes and he pulled her into an embrace. They hugged for a while then Four kissed her head.
"Call me Tobias when we're alone," Four signed as they released each other, cold at the loss of each other's warmth. Tris took the time to teach him the alphabet and a few phrases during the free time the duo had. Tris tilted her head with a cute smile.
"Of course... Tobias," She whispered. Their hands linked for a few seconds then Tobias kissed her hand before striding to his motorcycle. Tris stood in the doorway, watching. Tobias rode off in the evening darkness and Tris grinned to herself, shaking her head.
"He's a good guy." Amar nodded to the door as Tris walked into the kitchen. Hana was serving him food and Hana agreed, waving her serving spoon.
"The boys have always told me about Four. Their knowledge on him is limited. The fact he laughed the entire time and how Ivanka was comfortable with him, it is great. He had a bad past, anyone can tell, but no one knows what it was. All that is known is that his mother left while he was young and his father is Marcus Eaton," Hana stated.
"Keep him around." Amar waved his fork before he left for his room. Hana and Tris cleared up then Hana left.
Tris stalked to her room, plaiting her hair and stood in front of Ivanka's cot, watching as she twitches gently during her silent dreaming.
"I love you," Tris mumbled, bending over to kiss her daughter's chubby cheek, as well as ensuring that her cochlears were charging.
She switched off the light, took out her hearing aids, placed them on her bedside table and scrolled through Blogger. She returned Four's follow and the rest of the gang too. She checked the baby monitor, positioned it under her pillow and turned off the small lamp, letting her mind be plagued by the beautiful blue eyes she has come to enjoy in the short time period of four days.
Meanwhile, the owner of the blue eyes stepped into his house, knowing that the darkness was a signal.
"Boy," his father hissed, switching on the living room light. Tobias sighed quietly and pulled off his shirt, kneeling and awaited the lashes for being home after his father. The first whip of the belt came down on him and Tobias stifled his groan by stuffing a fistful of his shirt in his mouth.
His father released his twisted anger, the abuse raining on Tobias's back and the victim slumped onto the floor once his father left the room. Tobias grunted and stumped up to his room, not bothering to clean his wounds and fell face first onto the bed.
He rested his cheek on his forearm and struggled to sleep for an hour. When he finally let the events of the day swim around in his mind, he dreamed sweetly for the first time in years, despite the searing pain he encountered every time he moved.
:). Till later, BooksLover2000...