Dear Diary,
This next rule is important for not only being a heartbreaker but for anyone who ever wants to be respected or liked. It is something that isn't to hard to learn and can change your whole life when it is learned. Rule 6: Be confident. No matter what you are doing, be confident. Guys are drawn to a girl who is certain about herself. Everyone is drawn to someone who is confident. Once, you learn to be confident, your whole life will turn around. You will make new friends, have the ability to draw in guys, and show everyone how great you are. Confidence is and always will be the key. Ciao for now my little bitches.
Kisses! xoxo
Tris
I put my diary away in my back pack and walk over to my bathroom. I stand in front of the mirror and yawn considering it is 6:30 in the morning. I still have about two hours until school starts. My eyes immediately go to my ribs. There is a huge purple and blue bruise covering a majority of my right side. I put gentle pressure on my ribs and wince at the pain. I know it must be something serious but I can't tell anyone. If I do I will have to explain how I got it and I can't do that either.
I decide to ignore the pain like I always do and continue with my morning routine. I walk to my closet to pick my clothes then go to my vanity to do my hair. I'm done in an hour an a half so I walk downstairs to eat.
Before I leave I get a look at myself in one of my many mirrors. i am wearing a black tank top tucked into light washed high wasted shorts with rips in them. I also have on black tights, my brown combat boots, and a leather jacket. I am wearing my normal makeup and my hair is pulled up into a messy bun. it isn't as flashy as what I usually wear because I needed to hide my bruise.
I manage to break myself away from admiring myself and make it downstairs. I grab a muffin and a bottle of water and make my way to my garage. I hop into my little baby and speed off to school. I run through about three red lights because its not like there is anyone on the road anyway.
I make it to school about twenty minutes early. Well this is a first. i don't know what to do with myself. I decide to sit in my car and go through the twenty-five messages I woke up to this morning. Twenty-three of them are from boys who I have probably flirted with or hooked up with at some time. The other is Christina telling me she is going to Starbucks and is going to get me a venti iced caramel macchiato. Yum! The last is Four saying good morning and telling me he is looking forward to Friday. I find my self trying to hold back a smile at this text. it is the only one I am going to reply to.
Me: Good morning to you to hot stuff! Friday couldn't come faster if you ask me.
Which is true.
Four: So what are you up to?
Me: Sitting at school alone. So how abut you get your sorry ass over here and keep me company.
Four: I was actually just about to leave. I will see you in 5 minutes.
Me: I'll be waiting. :)
I turn my phone off and rest my head back and close my eyes. No matter how hard I try the smile won't leave my face. I think about how he is hot and sweet and charming and the list goes on and on. Every little imperfection is so perfect on him. He could wear a pink tutu and still make it work. My thoughts are interrupted by a light tapping on my window. I open them to see Four opening the door to my car and getting into the passenger's seat.
"Hey." Four says.
"Hi." I smile at him and we just sit there and stare at each other for about a minute. He is the one who breaks the silence but doesn't break the eye contact.
"We should probably head inside. We have to be in class in five minutes."
"Yeah. Okay lets go." We both get out of the car and make small talk as we walk into the school and to my locker. We stand there and talk for a little more before all of our friends round the corner.
They see us and run over to us. Uriah scoops me up into a hug and I wince the second he grips me. His arms are around me too tight and my ribs feel like they are on fire. I must have an extremely pained look on my face because Four's smile instantly disappears and is replaces with a look of worry. I just shake my head to tell him to drop it and wait for Uriah to release me. When he does I try to make it look like I am not about to cry because I am in so much pain.
We all start to make our way to our class, which happen to be in the same direction. Right before I am about to head into my science class Four pulls me into a closet across the hall.
"Are you okay? Whats wrong? Why did you wince when Uriah touched you?" He has worry etched all across his face.
"I'm fine Four really." I try to calm him down but it doesn't seem to be working. Suddenly realization comes across his face and he lifts my shirt to where he can see the bruise. Shit, I forgot he saw the fight.
He doesn't look as worried but he starts to evaluate it. He applies gentle pressure to different parts of my ribs with me wincing every time he does. He has concentration on his face as he does his evaluation of the damage.
"You didn't break anything." I let out a huge sigh of relief at this. "But they are badly bruised. I would tell you to take it easy and not do anything but I know that isn't going to happen. Just try to avoid getting hit here again, okay."
"Yeah. I think I can do that. Thanks Four. It is kind of nice having someone who knows what I am doing and is willing to help me." He smiles at this and gently replaces my top to how it used to be.
I then wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer. "How about I thank you by continuing what we started the last time we were in a closet before we were rudely interrupted." He smiles even wider at that and crashes his lips into mine.
After about ten minutes we are both topless and with my legs wrapped around his waist while his hands are on my butt to hold me up. Four is not so gently sucking on my neck while I run my hands through his hair. His phone starts buzzing from his back pocket but he just ignores it and continues. I take it out of his pocket and answer it. As I pick it up he sucks harder and a moan escapes my mouth.
"Um hello?" My voice is a little shaky and distant considering I am a little preoccupied.
"Tris? Why are you answering Four's phone and did you just moan?" Its Zeke. I can tell he is trying to stifle his laughter but not doing a very good job at doing that.
"Well. Four is a little busy right now so I picked up his phone." I have to clench my lips shut so I don't moan again. Four starts to make his way up to my lips and connects his with mine. I immediately kiss back even though I am on the phone with Zeke.
"Well tell him he is now Ten minutes late for class and our teacher told me to tell him if he doesn't show up in the next two minutes he will spend the afternoon in detention."
With that Four breaks away from me and swears loudly. Zeke hangs up the phone before I get a chance to respond. I hop off of him and we both rush to get our clothes on. Once we are fully dressed we rush out of the closet. He pecks me on the lips and says goodbye before rushing to class. I too step into my science class to face the wrath of the despicable Ms. Mathews.
I walk in and the whole class is staring at me. Luckily, Mrs. Mathews doesn't realize I walked in so I quickly rush to my seat and take out my notebook and pencil so she thinks I was here the whole time. Christina quickly scrawls something on a piece of paper and throws it at me. I pick it up and read it.
You're shirt is on backwards and you're hair is a total mess. Could you be any more obvious. So who was the lucky guy this time? P.s. That hickey really matches your complexion.
I quickly write the number 4 and throw it back at her. I then pull a mirror out of my bag and put it on my desk. I quickly fix my hair by re doing my messy bun. i then search the hickey that his supposedly on my neck. I find it with no problem and inwardly groan. It is quite noticeable. Thanks Four. there is nothing I can do in class about the shirt so I just leave it be.
I look over at Christina and she is looking from the note to me excitedly. I mouth drop it to her but I know she will never give up on this.
Class goes on with Ms. Mathews droning on about shit I don't care about. Eventually she is cut off by the beautiful sound of the bell. I love that bell more than I love life itself. I get up with Christina and head over to my locker like always. Everyone from last time is there but now Four, Zeke, and Shauna are there as well.
When Four and I make eye contact I point to my hickey then proceed to flip him off with a mad look on my face. He just chuckles and turns back to Zeke to continue there conversation.
When I walk over, Zeke eyes my backwards shirt and hickey. He smirks at me and Four trying to make eye contact with one of us but both just look away. I walk over to my locker like it is nothing. Apparently Uriah also notices the hickey and decides to comment on it.
"Tris. What is on your neck?" He stares at me slightly curious and slightly amused.
I stick my head in my locker and mumble "Nothing."
"Well Uriah. Something very interesting happened this morning." Zeke chimes in while my head is still stuck in my locker. "Our little Four here was late to class so the teacher told me to call him so I did as he asked. The second the phone was answered, a very audible moan could be heard from the other side of the line. The our innocent little Trissy answered me. She then told me Four was "busy". By the end of the conversation they decided that what they were doing was more important then talking to me because I could here them making out through the phone."
By the end of the conversation Four is redder then a fire hydrant. Everyone else is starring at us with their mouths wide open while Zeke just smirks at the two of us.
"Well that would explain it." Uriah says finally breaking out of his spell. The bell rings right after he says that and we all rush to class because we are now all really late. Four and I make our way to our seats in Art and sit down.
"Well, that was awkward." Four leans over and whispers to me.
"Tell me about it."
"I should probably mention that you shirt is still on backwards." He smirks at me as he says this while I just glare at him.
"I know that, douche bag. I should probably mention that you still have sex hair." His eyes go wide at this and he starts to smooth his hair. Now it is my turn to smirk at him while he glares at me.
We both turn our attention to attention to Tori ,our teacher, who just walked into the room.
"Hey, everyone. Partner up because I want you all to do a collaborative piece that has something to do with opposites. I don't care what it is or how it portrays the topic. Just do what you feel is best. now pick your partners and start working. It will be due next wednesday." She smiles at us then goes to her desk to use her computer.
I turn to Four and say ,"Partners?"
He replies with ,"Defiantly" while vigorously shaking his head. I smile at how cute he is when he is eager and excited.
"Well what if we meet at my house to do the project after school. I can never focus in class when everyone is talking and noisy." I ask. he gives me his answer immediately after I ask him the question.
"That works. We can meet in the parking lot after school and I will follow you home." I nod in response.
We both do our own work for the rest of the period until we are interrupted by the bell and need to head to our next class.