I EDITED SOME ALL OF THE CHAPTERS, IF U DIDN'T KNOW! =D I reread them, and saw a lot of errors and undescriptive details. Thats why its been awhile since I updated.
BTW: Can you guys leave some dress suggestions? I don't want it to be necessarily too girly, but something, anything that will suit Tris. Thanks! R&R!
I can't believe it's chapter 9 already! Is this a good fanfiction? Should I take it slower?
Chapter 9
I meet Christina at the coffee shop the next day. It's cooler outside now, and it's snowing more. Much more.
I wear a black pullover hoodie with no strings and some dark wash jeans. It is not the warmest thing, but I'll live. I put on some black vans, not caring if they ruin by the snow, and pull on some black gloves, driving over to the cafe.
I enter the cafe, and Christina is on me about my outfit.
"Dang, Tris! How are you not freezing your butt off right now?" She asks, shivering by just seeing me. She is decked out in a proper brown winter coat along with some mittens, a snow hat, skinny jeans, and winter ugg boots.
"Hello to you too, Christina."
"Sorry, It's just that I really care for your health, and I don't want you to get sick! Especially not now." She smiles. "Now c'mon, let's get some coffee."
We both order some drinks, and take a seat, surprisingly, in the same spot Four and I sit. She rattles into conversation before I get a chance to speak.
"So, you probably know why I wanted to meet."
I shrug. "I had my hunches. Either Will, or Al."
"Al?" She looks at me like I am crazy. "No, I wanted to talk about Will. But Al?" She smirks, and I blush. "What, do you have a crush on him or something?"
"What? No!" I screech. I get a couple stares from people around me, so I lower my voice and say, "I just thought that you thought that he liked me, so I liked him by default."
She lets out a breathy laugh. "Yea, well I think he likes you, and I think you too would be great together! Just one thing: He's not your type."
"How do you know that?" All my life I've never dated a single man. Yes, I have kissed an idiot man himself. But never dated anyone. How was she supposed to know my type?
"I just assumed your type would be, you know, packed with muscle, yet not buff. Olive skin, dark hair, introverted personality like you. Not always cheery and happy like Al." She says after seeing my expression. She then smirks, "Like a goth."
I scowl. "No goth."
"What's wrong with a goth?"
"Not my type."
She rolls her eyes. "Whatever." She stares out the window and the grassy hills, sipping her coffee. She's effortlessly beautiful, even if she has a bunch of makeup on right now. Her perfect long and red nails. Her wavy shoulder length dark hair. Her pretty mocha skin. I could see why Will liked her.
I, however, withheld no makeup at all. Maybe some chapstick, but that's it. I had on clothes that both boys and girls could wear, technically, and my hair was an almost dirty blonde, but a bit brighter. I had dull blue eyes, and no distinct features a girl should have.
I sigh, and look down at the things I had ordered, suddenly not wanting any of it.
"So what did you really bring me here to talk about, Chris?"
She looks up, a emotionless face plastered on her perfect skin. "You know, Will… and maybe that I got us into all the senior parties because of him… but oh, you know, mostly Will."
"Huh?" I can't contain my surprise. I was sort of expecting this, because it's Will, and he's pretty popular. But I guess I never expected it to happen so… fast.
"Yep." She pops the 'p'. "First parties' on Christmas day, in the evening."
"Christmas day?" I say. That was during the 2-week break we had, so it wasn't a big deal if we stayed out late. Although, it was Christmas day. A day dedicated to family.
"Ya." She says, twirling a finger in her hair. "I want to go, seeing I have no other plans. It starts at ten, hosted by the famous 'twins of trouble' themselves. Uriah and Zeke Pedrad, in other words." I remember Four saying he had a friend named Zeke. This could possibly be him. Maybe he will be at the party.
I shrug. "I'm in, I guess. If they even allow me to go."
She squeals with delight, and adds, "We will go dress shopping the week day before!"
I stiffen. I don't like shopping, and Christina knows it. I barely went, and when I did, it was normally for school supplies. I did go clothes shopping every now and then, but I didn't just go for no reason.
"Uh… I guess. Why can't I just wear, like, a shirt and a pair of jeans, or something?"
"Um, heck no!" She cries. "I would break your neck if you did." I didn't doubt that. Christina was extremely concerned about fashion, especially when it came to dances with hot guys.
I smile at Christina. She returns the gesture, and holds a hand in mine, squeezing it in a friendly matter, and then releases it, staring back out the window.
"Oh my god, I forgot to tell you," Christina says, smirking. "Will is the best boyfriend ever! We're already through the 'I love you' stage."
"Already?" I grin. "You guys taking it too fast? Next thing you know you'll get married, have 2- No- 3 children, and get a-"
She shoves me playfully, laughing a bit. Her cheeks are tinted pink. I smile and she laughs, both of us not giving a care in the world.
The school week speeds by, and I find it easy to avoid Four throughout it. He's always got people surrounding him, pictures being taken, and girls asking him out 24/7. I would never want that kind of attention. I do wonder how it feels to get treated so… likeable-like, if that makes any sense.
Anyway, it's Friday afternoon, and we were sitting in my room on my bed, Christina and I, and she squeals randomly out of nowhere.
"Ah.. Gosh darn, Chris. What the hell?" I rub my ears because of her high-pitched scream.
"Today's the game, Tris!" She basically yells, throwing her phone to the floor. It lands with a soft thump.
"And that is a big deal because…?" She groans at my response.
"Well," She continues, "the game means that Will will be playing and I promised I'd come to every game I could unless I had an emergency, or something."
I protest, "But Christina! I don't want to go to the stupid game!"
She gives me a glare. "Oh, c'mon, Tris! Please? Pretty please? I'll beg down on my knees?" She suddenly grins. "That rhymes! OH! I'll make it a song! Please, Pretty please? I'll beg down on my knees." She sings it completely out of pitch. I wrap my fingers around my ears at the sound of her voice.
"Alright, Alright! I'll go. Seeing I have nothing else to do." She claps her hands with happiness. "By the way, Christina, stick with your choice of career path. Your voice is- Ugh."
She smiles, and flips her hair all girly like. "Now let's get a move on! We only have what? Three hours?"
I sigh. This'll be fun
Two and a half hours later, I'm dressed in a Guardians of the galaxy shirt (AN I'm sorry, I love Guardians of the Galaxy. Love it, and Chris Pratt), which is blue, and had starlord on it, quoting, "Dance off, bro. Me and you." In which Starlord has a funny pose on, his hair tussling a bit out of his helmet. She also put me in this skirt, which very short, frilly and black. God knows how I got that. I don't remember wearing anything so revealing and ugly.
"Christina." I howl, looking quite silly. My legs are naturally pale, and I look like a freak show having no tan. "No skirt."
"Awh, Tris! You look hot!" She grins. I grunt, and tell her to bring on the jeans.
This is better. Funny Starlord-shirt, ripped black jeans, and wrecked converse. The black of the jeans make the shade of blue in the shirt pop, and I didn't look half bad.
"Finishing touches." Christina hands me a brown quilted detail faux leather moto jacket from macy's, and gives me a thumbs up. Her look gives me a weird feeling inside. I wonder who plays on the football team exactly… I wonder if any boys in particular do…
"Done." Christina takes me in one more time, and adds, "You want to do some make-up?"
"No." I don't hesitate. Make-up was usually used to cover up my scars, if I ever accumulated any, and I didn't have any scars or blemishes at the moment, so why bother? I didn't look pretty as it is now. How would make-up help?
"Okay, enough with my appearance. Let's get out of here." I state.
Christina had stuck with the black skirt and a regular gray loose t-shirt. She had a small little charm that blended into her look that I could'nt explain. She grabbed her denim jacket, and pulled me along with her our of the house to her car.
It was a green mini cooper that she had gotten for her birthday. It was definitely better than my ride, a rusted old pickup truck. I hopped into her car without a doubt, and we were off.
Christina, who barely just passed her drivers test I may add, was a careless driver. A very reckless one, at that.
I hiss, as the car makes contact with the curb again by 'accident'.
"Sorry!" She yells over the sound of the radio. The song Same old love by Selena Gomez blares out, killing my ear drums. She backs away from the curb, and speeds down the road toward school, flooring it while singing to the song with a very obnoxious voice. I grind my teeth together at the fastness of the car. Thank god there is no one on the street this late right now.
I'm so sick of that same old love, that -, it tears me up
I'm so sick of that same old love, my body's had enough
"OOOOOOOHH!" Screams Christina, laughing. I look down at my lap, feeling carsick.
She swerves right, and we are now only a mile from school. I grab at the roof, clinging to the handlebar thing like a life-support line. I should've offered to drive.
We finally end up in the school's drop off section, where Christina parks her car unceremoniously at the curb with a sudden jolt. I don't think we are not allowed to be parked here. Nonetheless, she announces that we are allowed. Dening rules as usual.
I get out, the frigid wind picking up speed, and sending it's malicious curveball of cold at my face, in which I shiver. I slam the car door shut, and walk in the way of the stadium, Christina on my tail.
We head to the stadium, climbing up the metal staircase, and claim some seats by putting our bags on them. The field looks great from up here. It is big, and the lawn is fresh with crisp green grass. It almost shines from the light attached to the large poles that tower around the stadium, making the stars look dull.
"Alright." Says Christina, dusting off her skirt. "Let's go and see the boys, okay? I want to wish Will luck. There playing the school Union I think."
I nod, and follow Christina to the direction of the locker room. The stadium isn't that full, yet it isn't that empty, either. A fair amount of people are surrounded in the seats, some ordering food, some relaxing and waiting for the game to start, some making out, all that jazz.
I follow Christina through a narrow dark tunnel at the foot of the stadium near the benches where the players come out to play. I listen to the clicks of her shoes as we walk deeper into the narrow tunnel.
I smell the locker before I see it.
It smells of a combination of feet, dirty socks, sweat, and something oddly sweet, the sweet smell of sports that you can identify if you smell hard enough.
"We are ready to play!" I hear a voice, distinctly male. Will. "We've beat these losers before, and we've lost to these losers before, so let's get out there and let's win this stupid game!" The others cheered, and Christina and I got closer to the locker rooms to hear them chanting, "Wolves! Wolves! Wolves!" Yep, we were the Witherstone wolves.
There is a couple more cheers, and I make a drastic right turn, following Christina, and we end up staring through a door looking at all the players getting pumped up, some still getting dressed. They seem as surprised as us when they see us on the other side of the door.
"Oh, c'mon, guys. We've seen a boy shirtless before." Christina runs up to Will and loops her arms around his neck, to which Will laughs, and kisses her cheek.
"Get a room you too!" Yells a dark-eyed shirtless boy, with toned muscles, I may add. He throws his blue jersey into the kissing couples direction.
"Oh, Uriah. You know that you and Marlene always do that sort of crap at home all the freaking time." Hollers another boy with dark eyes and skin. He is shorter than Uriah, yet older in a way. They have some resembling features.
"HEY!" Screams the boy named Uriah, as he tosses himself on top of him. I roll my eyes, leaning against the door frame trying to suppress laughter. It didn't work well.
"Stop! URIAH GET OFF!" Screams the other boy, as he kicks the one named Uriah off of him. Uriah just simply gets up, and brushes off his hands on his pants.
"Sometimes, I wonder why I am friends with you guys." A voice says.
The voice. The voice. A deep voice, so rich with masculinity and deepness. So engrossed with the sound of tranquil music.
I have trained myself hard to pay attention to that voice. The voice of a famous popstar.
Behind a couple of guys, one with a truck load of piercings, and one with shaggy mudgy brown hair, stands Four, in his equipment. Football equipment, with the school jersey. When did he join the team? How did he join the team?
I feel frozen, and try to look as normal as possible leaning on the door frame. I had been avoiding Four, and not visiting him at the coffee shop. I honestly didn't feel normal.
Christina and Will break apart, and she eyes Four, almost suspiciously and surprised to see him. I know his eyes are on me. Christina looks at me, as if putting the pieces together. I refuse to make eye contact with either of them, knowing they'll see my reactions.
"Guys!" I try, clapping my hand together to try to unease this silence. I sound much like a couch. "Games starting soon! Let's… uh… get going!"
As if on cue, all the boys start chattering and pulling on their gear, while I stand there dumbfounded. Christina narrows her eyes at me, and pulls away from Will, letting him get ready. I just shrug, and scratch the back of my neck stupidly.
I don't look at Four at all, and after a while, some boys push past me, hollering in my ears, and forming a beeline towards the way Chris and I came in. I walk to the narrow dark hallway, and look for Christina in the mush of boys. Once the crowd clears, I find her talking to Will outside near the benches. She looks deep in conversation with Will, who looks distressed, and she leans into him. I decide to leave the empty hallway and go climb the steps back to our spot and give them some space.
"Tris."
I jump greatly. I thought I was in the hallway alone. The voice really rattled my head a bit.
A steady arm touches my shoulder. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you."
I turn and see…
Great. Four.
He smiles at me, but I don't return the gesture.
"How are you? I haven't seen-"
"When did you join the team?" I say. Well, I actually hiss the statement, and Four stares at me, surprise evident on his face. I guess he really didn't think that I could be this harsh. I didn't think so either.
"I joined last week. I tried out and made it. But-"
"I have to go, Four."
"No!" He looks at me in the eyes deeply before I get a chance to turn around. "I wanted to talk to you Tris! Stop being so stubborn! I mean, what did I even do?"
I realize I was mad at him for no reason. I mean, when you think about it, all he did was move while he slept. And I couldn't be the bearer of that. Is that why I'm all hung up about it?
Stupid. I want to face palm right there and then. Maybe there was a different reason for my anger.
Was it Bridget?
No. No. I didn't even know her. And even if I did know her, why would I be mad? Why would that even be an option to think about?
Yet being my stubborn self, I decide not to back down. "You have 2 minutes to speak, and then I'm leaving to watch the game."
He takes in a breath. "Okay, I don't really know what to talk about… because I didn't really do anything wrong. But I was wondering if you wanted to meet up again at the coffee shop?"
"And get caught by the paparazzi again?"
"I'll be more careful!" He exclaims. "Besides, that's died down already. And we have the whole next two weeks off! It's Christmas and New years break, remember?"
"I'm very aware." How could I forget? I'm going dress shopping, and I have to get two dresses just for the parties. I know for a fact I will never wear them again.
"Let's pretend whatever I did did not happen, okay? I want my friend back." I would doubt that, but he looks genuine. His handsome, yet worried face pleads for forgiveness, and I want to grant it to him so badly.
I look at him. He looks at me. I don't know how long we stare at each other like this. I wonder if I should look away. But he doesn't look away. And neither do I. I just stare at the artwork of him beautiful blue eyes, and the way they shine in the hallway with a guarded, yet nice expression. Not to mention he almost towers over me, and we are closer. Closer than I'm used to.
"Oh, shut up. You've gotta game to get to, superstar." I smirk at my word choice. He looks at me, the corner of his lips twitching upward into what can only be described as his monkey smile.
"How about a kiss for good luck?" He asks, turning his body a bit, almost suggestively. I let out a nervous laugh.
"How 'bout I just say 'break a leg?'"
"That's an acting thing." He says, pouting.
"Well, now it's a football thing." I am about to turn around and leave him to play, but he stares at me, the smile never fading. I pat his shoulder, which is rough from the gear.
"Good luck." I whisper, and then turn around, leaving him in the hallway.
I walk outside to the rumbling crowd, and start to climb the steps making my way over to my seat. But I feel something pressing on me, against my stomach, making me feel not bad, but ecstatic. I smile to myself and whisper under my breath, "Oh, forget it."
I run back down the steps into the hall where Four is still standing alone. He throws me a questioning look, and I mock back the same expression. I step nearer to him, and hop on my tiptoes, aware how my chest is pushed up against his, and I kiss his cheek fast, and happily. I lean back down, running out of the hallway so I don't have to see his facial expression.
Although I'm pretty sure he's smiling.
And that is it! Sorry for not updating sooner. Although I did edit all the chapters 1-8 more, so they are better. Also, leave some dress suggestions please, and if I like the dress Idea, I'll give you a shoutout! I need one dress, one for the Christmas party. I have one already for the New years party, soooooo….
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