What up bros! It's AnonymousFanDude! As my lac of updating apology goes, I'm updating this story again. And I've decided that I'll update any random story every day. One minimum. If I don't do it one day, you get two the next. Anyway, I might updated more than once a day, if I can be bothered, but that's the schedule. And I know that I haven't mentioned everyone in this story yet but you should all know them and they're all their friends. And without further ado...Chapter 8!

I open my eyes to see only a black roof. Where am I? Then I turn my head to see Four. He catches my gaze and walks over to me.

"You okay?" he asks.

I nod. "I think so," I fail to make out.

"How's your arm?"

I look down at my arm. It's bandaged. Good. I don't think I want to see it. "Feels like hell."

He smirks. "That would make sense. It was pretty bad. What happened?"

I think back to the date. The perfect lake. Peters kind, gentle eyes. The sparkling water. Being betrayed. Getting stabbed. Drowning. Almost dying. A tear rolls down my cheek.

I tell Four what happened. About the rock. About how it was supposed to be a date. About what Peter said before trying to drown me. About him beating me. About Al and Drew. About him stabbing me. About me almost drowning again.

"Do you want me to kick his ass?" Four asks me.

I nod. "Thank you. That would be lovely."

"Hey. What are friends for?" I smile. "You hungry? You have been out for almost a day."

"What?"

"Yeah. So are you?" I nod. He leaves the room and I sit up. There's a compact in my pocket if I remember correctly. I grab it out of my pocket and look at myself in the mirror of it.

There's a cut too close to my right eye. There's bruising all over my face. There's a cut on my left cheek. There's a dent near my right temple, probably the reason I passed out. I put the compact back in my pocket and notice my dress. It's still wet and has dry blood all over it. Christina is either gonna kill me or Peter. Probably Peter. Damn, that boy is so screwed.

Four comes back in with two sandwiches. He hands me one and we both start eating. When we finish he hands me a juice box and gets one for himself too. I love juice boxes! We both hold them up and tap them together while saying "Cheers" at the same time.

"Hey, Four?"

"Yeah."

"How did you know where I was?" I ask.

"Shauna," he says. "Shauna told Christina about her theory and you told Christina that you and Peter were going out last night. Shauna told everyone to go to her place because she had a plan. She knew you wouldn't listen to her so she told everyone to go to different places and if something happened to stop it. Christina and Will were at the restaurant a couple of tables away. Zeke and Uriah were in their car, ready to follow you and Peter when you both left. Lynn and Marlene were at your house incase he did something there. Me and Shauna were at her place waiting for someone to text us. Anyway, I waited for over two hours with nothing to do when Zeke texted me. He said that they were on their way to Chasm lake. Ten minutes later he texted me saying they might need backup. I ran to my car and started driving. Zeke and Uriah were going in to help but they got held back by David, Lauren, Eric and Molly. The rest of the dumbass gang. When I got there Peter, Al and Drew were all high-fiving and when they saw me they ran. Then...well you know the rest. I can't be bothered talking anymore." I smile. Shauna was right. She did all that even though I hated her. Wow. Talk about having good friends.

"Thanks," I say to him.

"Don't thank me. Thank Shauna."

"Shaunas not here. And I should thank you, you did a lot too," I say.

The door opens and the entire gang walks in. I get bombarded with questions.

"Are you okay, Beatrice?" Marlene.

"Need help kicking ass?" Will.

"Did you have fun on your date?" Zeke.

"Sorry I let you down." Uriah.

"Is Peter dead yet?" Lynn.

"Do you like my new shoes?" Christina.

"Did anyone throw Peter in Chasm lake?" Shauna.

"Where's the cake I was promised? Oh, hey, Beatrice." Uriah.

I smile. My friends are jerks. But I love them. And I miss having us all together again.

"Shauna, I'm so sorry," is the first thing I say.

"It's okay, Beatrice," she says smiling. "I wouldn't have believed me either. I'm just glad your alive."

"I'm not," I say. "My shoulder is killing me." She laughs.

"Can I have it?" Uriah says. Such a strange little child.

"No," I simply say. He pouts.

We all hang out for and hour or two until everyone decides to leave. Then it's just me and Four again.

I'm so glad they're gone. You're next, Tris says.

Tris! Where have you been? Why didn't you save us from almost dying? And what do you mean by 'You're next'?

You'll see, she says. You'll see.

I don't know what that means, and I don't think I want to know.

"Thank you," I say. "Again."

"What, did you just expect me to leave you there to drown?" Four says.

"You could have," I say.

"What kind of a friend would I be if I did that?"

"I don't know. Some people do—" I am cut off by happiness. When it ends I stare straight into Fours eyes. And it happens again.

He kissed me.

Woohoo! Fourtris! Finally! It's about time! Woo! Sorry it took eight chapters. Love starts slow. Everyone knows that. And, okay. So it took two Peters to make a Four. That's life. At least Four happened. Don't forget to check out my other stories. I hear they're all better than this one. Even though this is my second favourite out of all of them. I'm sorry, Starting Over is just amazing. Anyway, please follow, favourite, review, review, and review.

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