Chapter 7: Over

"Mom, why are the Eaton's coming over for dinner?" I ask curiously. My mind is dazzling with a million questions, but that's the first one I could think of.

"I'm not sure dear. All I know is Marcus is bringing his son, Tobias. I'm sure you guys will be great friends, but in the meantime, get ready."

I'm heading upstairs to change when the phone in the hallway rings, and my mother is downstairs preparing for the dinner with Marcus and his son. I pick up the phone; rushing to my room I nearly drop it. I pick up and try to seem calm.

"Hello, Prior residence."

"Hello, is this Mrs. Prior?"

"No, this is Tris, her daughter."

"Ah, Beatrice, it's Marcus Eaton; I'm calling to apologize. We will not be in attendance to dinner tonight. We've had some family issues going on, sorry for the inconvenience." His voice is low and dark, and I hear muffling in the background.

"That's fine, I'll let her know," I hear the sound of slamming doors but it's not coming from my house. I guess they really are having family issues going on tonight. I hope the family is okay. There's a lot of noise going in the back.

"Thank you, Beatrice." The sound of my name against his voice makes me cringe. This man does not seem like someone I'd want to be around. "Well, thank you again, I must be going. Have a pleasant evening ma'am." The phone disconnects, and I shake off the raspy interaction. I head downstairs to see my mother.

"Mom, Marcus just called." She looks at my suspiciously. "He said they cannot come over for dinner tonight. There's some family issues going on."

"Did you tell him it was no problem?" I nod and she smiles at me.

"Very well," she follows me into the kitchen as I open the fridge and grab an apple. I rinse it off in the sink and turn around to see her leaning against the wall, smiling at me. I shrug and resist the urge to laugh.

"What is it?" I find myself chuckling. She smiles and drags me to the couch.

"So, tell me about your day now that we've got some free time."

"Um, okay," I place the apple down on the table and smile at her. "I made the co-ed baseball team. Four, a friend of mine who was here when I was sent to the hospital," she nods in remberance. "Well, he recommended me. I caught him out barely over the fence and hit a grand slam." My mom smiles and claps for me.

"Honey, I'm so proud of you! Have you seen Four recently?" I nod.

"Yeah," I mumble. "I saw him today. There was a rumor started that he was pitying me, but he cleared it up. He said he did, but he wants a friendship, someone he can count on, and that he's proud to call me a member of the team." She smiles and hugs me.

"May I see your team jersey?" I nod and walk over to my bag, pulling out a dark black t-shirt, thin with the number 06 in orange bold at the top, and the dauntless flame on the front.

"Oh it's lovely dear," she skims her fingers over my last name just below the numbers. "I guess your teammates can call you Six now for a reason." She smiles at me and I tuck my t-shirt back in my bag.

"Well, you should go shower. Dinner will be ready soon, and it's already past seven." Wow, time is beginning to fly here. Just as I'm heading up the stairs I turn around to see Caleb, and he waves to my mother before following me up the stairs. I head into my room and take my jersey out, laying it on the bench beside my window. I pick out my nightclothes, and hear a knock on the door.

"Beatrice, may I come in for a moment?" Caleb is the only one who insists on still calling me Beatrice, for reasons unknown. I ponder for a moment and sit on the edge of my bed.

"Come in, Erudite," he groans as I call him that words and chuckles. He shuts my door and walks over by my window and smiles. He takes a glance over at my jersey and sits beside it.

"So what's about this rumor about Four pitying you..?" He raises an eyebrow and I shrug.

"Caleb, it's not true."

"Are you sure? Sis, have you checked your phone recently?" I shake my head and grab my phone from my bag. Two missed calls, a missed video message, and two text messages. He leans over my phone and for once I don't punch him.

"Click the video message," he sighs sadly.

I click on it and the screen buffers for a moment, then Caleb appears on the other end.

"Sis, I was talking to Zeke earlier, and… well I found this. They were walking around the compound after hours so I had to choice but to check it out." I notice he's outside the left hand side of the Erudite sector, right where Dauntless and Erudite connect from the doors, and there's Four walking around the compound with Zeke, and I raise an eyebrow.

"Four, tell me the truth man," Zeke puts his arms on Tobias' shoulders.

"Fine," Tobias huffs and sits on the ground. "I've been lying to Tris," he sighs and Zeke sighs too. "I didn't have a choice okay? Yeah, I pitied her, but I told her I didn't anymore, and that was a lie. I do pity her, because she's so different. She's stronger than I hoped, and it could ruin my reputation. Besides, I followed her to the hospital and Caleb told Cara, Will's sister who's in Erudite. Now everyone knows, and I can't let it ruin my relationship with Lauren."

"Four, you can't keep being nice to her like that. You're not a real friend to Tris! I can't believe you'd do that to her, like seriously dude what's wrong with you? We all care about her, except you! You're lucky I don't tell Lauren, in fact, I should and I will!" Zeke storms off, leaving Caleb to dart around the side of the building.

"Oh my god, I did not expect that. Sis, I'm so sorry," and the video ends.

I can't believe it. The truth is out. He pities me, and it sickens me I didn't realize it. I thought I was falling for him, but I was wrong. He's ignorant and rude, and he just, he doesn't care. No matter how much he says he does, he doesn't. Zeke, Uriah, Christina, Marlene, Will and Lynn, they all care. Four, he couldn't give a penny less.

"I-I," I cut myself off and try not to let the tears flow. Caleb pats my shoulder with his hand and leaves, and I immediately call Christina. She picks up after a few rings.

"Tris, are you alright?"

"Ch-Christina," I try to hold back the sobs, but it isn't going to work.

"Tris, what's wrong?"

"I have to get out of here for the weekend; can I come stay with you for a few days?"

"Yeah, sure; I'll be over in ten." The call disconnects and I head downstairs. My mom is sitting at the table and sighs at me when she sees me. She opens her arms and I come over and hug her. I sniffle and she looks at me concerned.

"Are you alright?" she asks me and I nod.

"Yeah," I nod. "I'm going to stay with Christina for the weekend, alright?"

"Alright; be back Sunday evening okay?"

"Okay, mom," I head upstairs and immediately pack my duffle bag. I don't want to stay here and have my family watch me cry and suffer because I let someone do me wrong. I'm not supposed to be that kind of weak person, but I know Christina will understand. I head downstairs when I know she's here, and I just exit the door and dart over to her car. I throw my bag in the back seat and hop up front, and she speeds off back to her house.

"Tris, what happened? I hear Four-"

"I don't want to talk about it. Sometimes I just want to be as far away from here as possible."

"Okay, well let's go then." She smiles and puts the car in drive.

"Well, where do you want to go?"

"I'd ask you the same thing," she chuckles.

"How about all four of us girls go to the fair tonight?" She pulls in the driveway of her house and whips out her cellphone. "It's only eight, and the fair closes at midnight. How about we all go?" I nod and she calls Marlene, who's down the street at Zeke's with Lynn.

"Mar, hey it's Chris."

"Hey Chris, what's up?"

"Get Lynn; we're going to the fair."

"Zeke and Uriah are going too, I think Will as well."

"Is Four going?"

"Nope; he got busted by his dad for being out too late, so he's grounded for the weekend."

"Meet us at the fair in twenty minutes," Christina says. She hangs up and we take our stuff to her room, and hurry up and jump back in her car. For once I can feel like myself without my conscience getting to me, and without that pitiful person.

"To the fair," Christina calls out as she lowers her sunroof.

"To the fair," I smile at myself. I won't let him ruin my weekend.

"Four Eaton, you are history!" I call out and Christina and I laugh. "I'm so over you."

As much as I'd like to admit it, we all know it's not the truth.