Chapter 6

A/N: Here I am again! I'm posting this now because I have exams nest week ugh!

*A month later*

Tris's POV

I tried to stay normal for the last month's time after the incident but I couldn't. Al and I went to several classes together and I simply couldn't get rid of him. He was like a snare, wrapped around you and there were no means of escape.

'Shall I walk you to lunch Tris?'

I inwardly grown. Oh my friggin heck NOT AGAIN!

'No thanks.' I paste my smile firmly on my face, though inside I'm silently cursing him to hell. I can walk there perfectly on my own thank you but no thanks!

He, however, is never able to catch any hints, unfortunate for me. He takes hold of my hand and grabs it in his, totally ignoring my protests.

'I insist.'

When we enter the cafeteria I can actually feel the curious stares coming our way. Everyone is wondering why a boy would be accepted after he has indirectly sexually abused the girl who is now in his arm. I taste bile.

Struggling, I try to escape his arm. But he only grips harder and spins me around to face him.

And then he crushes his lips on mine.

I freeze on the spot. My mind goes blank and all I can register is that the bastard is kissing me.

Kissing me!

I feel so disgusted I almost gag. Pushing him roughly away from me I slap him so hard on the cheek my palm hurts.

'You disgusting bastard how dare you?!' I scream, raising my fist again, this time aiming at his stomach. But someone catches my hand from behind.

'He's not worth it Tris.'

Four.

Shit. I haven't realized until now that the scene was witnessed by almost the whole school.

My cheeks feel so hot.

'Go somewhere alone. We'll take care of it.'

So I go.

But I choose to go home.


Four's POV

I snatch him up by the front of his shirt, and he struggles uselessly.

'Once isn't enough for you huh Duncan?' I snarl into his face, drawing the pathetic, frightened look from him. He whimpers like a wounded dog.

I give him a good punch on the stomach and warn him, in my best senior-badass voice, 'mess with her again I'm gonna make you seriously regret it Duncan.'

I am, after all, a senior, and older. He pleads with me silently with his eyes like a coward he is, but I drop him on the ground and walk away to find Tris.

I try the maths classroom. Nothing. Then the drawing room, where she usually is. Still Nothing.

I begin to get worried. Where can that girl be?

I take out my phone and text her.

Where the hell are you?

Leaning against the drawing room wall, I wait for her respond. When nothing comes to me after ten minutes, I know something isn't right, as Tris always responds faster than you can put your phone away.

I leave a message for Zeke and rush out to get my car.


Tris's POV

My phone vibrates. I know who that is but I don't pick it up, just let it lying on the passenger seat.

My mind wanders off, trying not to think about what just happened. I think about my friends, how selfish it is for me to just go home like this, without telling them.

I bang the door loudly When I arrive home, and run downstairs into the basement.

I check the text. It was Four. After some thoughts I decide not to reply. I throw my phone aside and take a good around the basement.

The boxes in front of me are piled up messily against the wall. I don't know why I even wanted to come down here in the first place. My family regards the basement as 'the dark room', meaning there are mice and bugs and God knows what creature in it. But I feel like there's Nothing else to calm myself down than to clean up these boxes so I set off to work.

The topmost boxes contain Caleb's and my stuff from freshman year back in New York. I stare at the blue ribbon that was my old cheerleading team colour, and the black and red fabric that was my uniform. I have only ever wore it twice-first day of school, and the last day of school. My fingers touch a hard object, and I pull it out from under the uniform.

It's my photo album. All my good memories, my friends, my teachers, my school, my neighbours, all of them are just photos to me now. I flip through the album, smiling occasionally at a random scene that I recall. And there are Robert and Susan, our neighbours and childhood friends. Caleb used to have a huge crush on Susan. But maybe not anymore.

I put these boxes aside, and take another one from the pile. These are my parents' stuff so I don't linger. I continue to flip through box after box of items and memories, until one of them catches me off guard.

Inside the box are pictures, and I'm in each and everyone of them. What catches my eye is that there is this same boy beside me. I do a quick scan and realize that he is in every photo too, and almost always wearing a football jersey.

I squint, trying to pull out one piece of memory of this boy from my head. But it's empty. I have no memory of him whatsoever.

I stare into the picture. There is this one close-up shot, and I can see his features as they are more prominent. His hair is a dark shade of brown, and he has a pair of dark blue eyes, the dreaming, sleeping kind of blue, like the night sky, and his lips form a smile so familiar that I-

Back up a second.

The wheels in my mind screech to a halt.

Did I just say the boy's eyes are like the night sky? Did I?

I stare back down to the boy grinning happily back at me. I've only met one person whose eyes are like the night sky. Those dreaming blue.

No. It can't be.

I put the photo down and search through the box. A heart-shaped necklace is lying innocently in a corner. I pick it up, feel the cool metal against my skin. I never know I own this necklace.

My fingers fumble across the lock, and click it open. Behind the little door there's yet another picture of me and the boy. It's hanging losely in the frame so I take it out. The picture is small, but when I flip the photo over, the scrawl that stares back at me is even smaller.

Tobias & Beatrice

The scrawl is childish but neat. The person who wrote this must be a child, must be-and I still can't believe it-the boy in this photo. Tobias.

And this boy has those eyes.


Four's POV

As I am driving towards her house, I happen to come across a memory that took place eleven years ago.

-FLASHBACK-

As I watched her entering her house, I couldn't help but wish I could've gone inside with her. I glanced up and saw her waving at me through a second-storey window. Must be her bedroom. I waved back, and smiled a little. I could still hear her voice floating in the air, telling me to call her Tris.

'Tris.' I let the name roll of my tongue. It suited her better than Beatrice. Way better.

Then I remembered the photo which I put in her necklace a few minutes ago. On the back I scrawled, 'Tobias & Beatrice.' That didn't sound right. Had she told me earlier, I would've change that into 'Four & Tris.'

-END OF FLASHBACK-

I reach her place in a matter of minutes. I hesitated before I ring the doorbell, afraid that my presence won't do her any good. But I ring the bell whatsoever.

Footsteps inside, then the door is pulled open. And there she is, safe and sound.

I am about to say 'thank God you're here,' when I'm cut off by her. And the one word she utters has me totally taken aback.

'Tobias.' She says.


A/N: well there it is a somewhat longer chapter.

HOLY COW Allegiant is out! And I don't know till when can I put my hands on one copy of that oh so so sad:( I want to read that I just CAN'T wait!

And mind, Shai and Theo said you should review:P

-Isabelle