Chap. 10
Four POV
On a day like today, I'm glad that I got a tattoo on my back. We're swimming in P.E. , and wearing a swim shirt is for losers. Once I get changed and walk to the pool, I notice that just about every girl is wearing a bikini. Except of course for Tris. And in my opinion, she still looks the best. Sadly, that is pretty much everyone else's thoughts exactly. But before I have time to pick up my jaw, Coach Eric walks into class, on time, and eyes everybody. I notice his eyes linger on Tris, which is just weird. Eric is such a pervert. Guess I can't blame him though. Zeke jerks me out of thought as he tries to shove me into the pool. Key Word: Try. He ends up just slipping and almost falling into the pool. As he attempts to regain his balance, I shove him backwards into the pool. When his head bobs back to the surface, I'm laughing my head off. Then, suddenly I'm underwater. I rise to the surface with a scowl. Tris sees my face and looses it. So it was her. I grab her ankle and Will grabs Chris's, who is laughing as well, and pull their sorry butts into the pool. Oh, how the tables have turned. The rest of the day consists of me flirting with Tris, and Tris waving the compliments away. I wonder if she even notices that everyone likes her. Or more importantly, I wonder if she notices that I like her. Well, even if she did, she wouldn't ever reciprocate the feelings. She couldn't ever feel the same. She's perfect, and what am I? A sorry excuse for a human being, that's what. I shake my head violently to rid my mind of these thoughts. They must be stored at the back of my mind, in the very pit of my subconscious. As soon as I feel like I am composed enough to place the serene mask over my pained face, the bell rings, signaling the end of the day. My body was suddenly overcome with a massive wave of adrenaline. I feel my blood pulsing in my ears. I have to act before something happens. I jog, almost run to beat Tris to her brother's shiny, sleek, cherry red Ferrari convertible. I reach it and see Tris just exiting the building, her elbow length blonde hair billowing all around her, creating a stronger aura of beauty. I reminded myself to close my mouth, or I may catch flies. When Tris spots me, I see a mixture of excitement, anxiety, sadness and fear in her eyes. She quickly hides them, though, a result of a troubled life that she did not deserve.
"Hey Four. What's up?" Adrenaline was still coursing through my veins, though I couldn't think about what I was about to do, otherwise I would be like the coward I was inside and chicken out. I have to take control. I can't let something as wonderful as Beatrice Prior slip out of my reach, not when she's so close. I won't allow it. I fill my lungs with fresh air, then spit it out already. Tris was waiting.
"Tris, can we talk? It's kind of important." I saw the brief struggle in her eyes, deliberating. I think she realized she could trust me, because her next words slid out of her mouth easily.
"Of course." She gave me a crooked smile, and my breath caught in my throat. She was stunning.
"Wanna walk?" She took one glance at her brother, obviously furious. That settled it for her.
"Caleb, you go on home. I'll meet you there later." He shook his head and clenched his fists.
"Beatrice, where do you think are you going?" Tris's reply was curt.
"On a walk. With Four. See you later." She turned her head to me and asked me a question with her beautiful blue-grey eyes.
"I have somewhere I particularly want to show you." I smiled then, sort of. The action felt alien on my face. Tris didn't miss that.
"What are we waiting for, then? Let's go talk." Her voice had an edge of worry in it. I led her to my motorcycle, hoping that she wouldn't mind riding.
"Hop on." Her eyes sparkled, like she liked the idea of possible danger. I definitely couldn't figure her out. I didn't know if I wanted to. As she wrapped her skinny arms around me, i felt my heart stutter. As I drove her to the forest, I was surprised she trusted me so much. But, I was happy.
I
Was
Happy.
And that was enough for now.