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"Just relax, Tris," Christina said.
"Easy for you to say, you're not the one being violated," Tris grumbled.
This didn't elicit a response from Christina. She had only been listening to Tris whining for the past 45 minutes.
Tris groaned and tried to relax.
"Good, now look up at the ceiling," Christina demanded.
Tris sighed and obeyed...until she saw the black brush heading right for her eyes.
She shrieked and leaned away.
"You're going to poke my eye out," Tris protested.
"No, I'm not, now be quiet and suck it up," Christina replied, obviously frustrated at the non-compliance her best friend was demonstrating.
Christina emitted yet another growl, "Hold still, Tris. You made me smudge it."
Tris winced. "Do you have to start again?"
Christina surveyed the damage with a critical eye.
"After close surveillance, I have decided that yes I must start again," Christina said, a hint of evil bordering her voice.
"You pansycake, you did this on purpose," Tris whined.
"You bought it upon yourself, dear Tris," Christina laughed.
"Oh, come on Chris, it's not really that bad. Nothing that can't be salvaged. Please don't start again," Tris pleaded.
Christina said nothing, but bought the mascara wand back to Tris's already abused (make-up caked) eyes.
Tris let out a sigh and resigned herself to the torture she had inflicted upon herself.
After hours of smudging and trying again, Tris was finally relieved of the torturous process that people called getting ready.
Shudder.
Now it was time for...shopping.
Christina bounded down the stairs of her apartment building.
"Oh, I am so excited. This is going to be soooo fun. Right, Tris?"
"Yeah, totally. Yay and all that...," Tris managed, her voice thin.
Christina rolled her eyes.
"You could at least try to sound excited," Christina reprimanded.
Tris rolled her eyes in response.
"Well, I was going to go easy on you after that very long make-up session, but I could always change my mind...," Christina stated.
Tris gulped. There was nothing for it. She was going to have to act like a girly girl.
"Oh my goodness, I am so excited. I mean this is like a dream come true. I just love shopping," Tris squealed, her voice sounding extremely nasally and high-pitched.
Christina winced.
"Was I that bad?" Tris inquired.
"Do you want the truth?"asked Christina.
"Uhhh...yes?" Tris stuttered, fearing for her life.
"You will not be going to hollywood soon, girl," Christina stated.
"Well I already knew that," Tris chuckled.
"Now, come on you. The faster we start, the faster it will be over," Tris said.
Laughing, Christina tugged on Tris's arm and led her into the shopping centre.
"So how was it?" Christina asked, still on a high from their shopping trip.
"If I never see a shopping bag again, it will be too soon," Tris whined, her feet aching.
"Oh well I guess I'll just have to postpone our pedicure appointment then," Christina said and then proceeded to laugh evilly.
"Oh no, you didn't Christina Drahos*," Tris exclaimed.
"Calm yourself, dearie, I was joking," Christina said.
"Well then, let's go," Tris retorted, eager to get out of the dreaded shopping mall.
Multi-coloured lights flickered on and off, turning the dance floor into a fairyland of acid greens and ice whites. Smoke curled around the mass of gyrating bodies, obscuring them in a fog of white. Lasers shot out, creating a latticework of hot pink and orange on the dance floor.
Tris, after what seemed like hours of deliberation and debate with Christina, was wearing a simple black top with lace detail on the shoulders and neckline, which showed the three black birds inked on her collarbone. This was coupled with very, very tight black pants and a pair of black peep toes. She was wearing a necklace which was a swooping, detailed piece of artistry and depicted a bird in flight and her hair was twisted into a french braid headband which then fell into a messy bun. Her makeup was understated (because Christina would have been dead otherwise) but her eyes were outlined in mascara and eye make-up to make them pop.
She looked noticeable, striking. She didn't look exactly pretty but looked like someone who demanded attention, a person whom you had to look at.
She still thought she looked like a slightly feminine version of the Grim Reaper though, despite Christina's persuasion otherwise.
The paintball 'arena' was inside the club, which meant she had to get through the hundreds of twisting, moving bodies.
She made her way through the crowd, to the paintball area, until she bumped into someone.
"I'm so sorry," Tris muttered and moved to step back but the stranger didn't let go.
"You can run into me anytime."
A jolt of recognition shot through Tris. She lifted her eyes to Four who was looking at her, an amused expression lining his face.
"Oh it's you," she grumbled.
She brushed herself off and stood up.
"I...oh...you..um..you..um...I..um..um..I'm...uh...um..going to get a drink," Four mumbled, staring at her.
He made his way across the room, still staring at her. She stared back, bewilderment sparkling in her eyes.
He suddenly broke eye contact...just in time to spill punch all over himself. She laughed, and he looked up again, a flash of emotion passing through his eyes.
Tris was trying to figure out why guys were so difficult when she bumped into yet another person.
"Sorry, I really didn't mean to bump into you," Tris mumbled, to the tall, well-built male standing in front of her.
"That's okay, sweetheart," a voice said back.
Tris couldn't believe it. Yet another person who seemed to think using an endearment in substitution for a name was okay. She rolled her eyes and stood up.
"Uh, hi I'm Tris," Tris said, as way of greeting.
"Oh, I know," the voice said, apparently amused.
"Uh right," Tris's random creepy stranger who might be dangerous radar was going crazy. She had to get out of there and fast.
"Um I think I hear someone calling me," Tris said and then winced at the obvious lie. "I'll, uh, see you later then," she continued, trying to salvage the situation.
"Well, I'm Uriah," the man said.
"Nice to meet you, Uriah," she said before making her way to Four who was on the other side of the room.
It turned out that Uriah was charming, funny and extremely nice, though a little on the flirtatious side. He kept on getting death glares from Four, though she didn't understand why. Uriah was awesome and definitely not a stalkerish creep, which was always a relief. He was on her paintball team and they were now getting suited up.
Tris gulped. She didn't know how to use a paintball gun, and had no desire to embarrass herself in front of all her new colleagues. She turned to Four, who was behind her. They were at the back of the line and the only two left in the room.
"Uh, do you mind teaching me how to use the paintball gun. It's just I've never used one before, and I don't want to embarrass myself," Tris muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.
As a way of answering he handed her a gun and positioned himself behind her.
"Hold it like this," he said, his lips dangerously close to her earlobe, his breath making her bones into liquid.
She tried, but the close proximity was messing with her ability to speak.
"Not like that, baby doll. Like this."
He then wrapped an arm around her waist, his large hands nearly enclosing her hips.
She sucked in a breath.
Her brain was short circuiting.
Her heart was on overdrive.
Her blood was warm.
Her body was frozen.
It was him, she realised. Something about him that made her want to melt into a pool of liquid or burst into flames.
He then let go, but not before whispering into her ear, "Glad to be of help, baby doll."
And then proceeded to walk out of the room, leaving Tris breathless and yet somehow feeling very alive.
That didn't even make sense.
But this feeling didn't make sense either. It felt so wrong, yet it felt as if she needed it to live.
If this was wrong, she didn't ever want to be right.
A.N.
* I saw this as Christina's last name on IMBD and since I had no idea what her actual last name is, I went with it. If you do however know, let me know, cause I really want to find out.
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