"So, how was it?" Uriah asks, his feet bouncing with clear adrenaline. The same feeling seems to have taken over me. My hands are shaking slightly, and a grin paints my face, although that might just be because of the boy standing next to me. Broad shoulders. Dark eyes. A stare that could brainwash anybody in his path. Anyone who dared to cross him. He looks down on me, and I look up, noticing now that he looks remarkably less afraid than he was in the minutes before this. Maybe I actually ended up helping him.
"I loved it," I say, honestly. Uriah smirks. It seems like everybody else has finished on the ferris wheel. Will and Christina approach us, holding hands. She leans slightly into his shoulder. His arm runs around her back, and his fingers rest on her side. I suddenly feel much more aware of the space between Four and I. We're closer than ever. I've found out more about him than he has allowed anybody to know, but yet, these inches of distance are driving me insane. How long will it be before I get to do something about that? Before he dares to break through the invisible boundaries that, for some reason, seem to be keeping us apart?
Caleb taps my back from behind me. It startles me, and knocks me out of my daydream. Good. I needed an anchor back to reality. My eyes wander back to my brother. He looks happy- elated- but also tired. Dark shadows rim the undersides of his eyes.
"Tired?" I question. He nods slowly.
"- Think it's time for us to go back," Tobias states. Uriah frowns. Marlene sighs, yet Christina and Will don't really seem to notice. It's Al who makes the most prominent move. He takes a step towards me. Soon enough, he's hugging me, and I smile into the warmth of his shoulder. But clearly I have done something to encourage him. Because, suddenly, as I pull away- his lips are on mine.
Time feels frozen. I linger there for a second, unsure of exactly what the hell is going on- until it dawns on me. Unfamiliar. Sick. Cold. Al. Kissing me. I immediately push him away. His eyes seem to be widened with a new fear. A red blush takes over his face. Al's eyes fall, and he immediately begins to murmur. "Tris.. I'm so sorry.. I don't know what came over me.."
The sympathetic, selfless side of me doesn't seem to be here anymore. All I feel is confusion. Anger. Complete, blinding rage. I don't dare to look up at Four. Nothing else exists except Al, right now. And that seems to be the situation with everybody else, also, because they have stopped speaking.
"What the hell was that?" I spit, taking a step forward. My blonde hair whips around my face from the wind. Al's expression changes into one of fear. His eyebrows crease.
"I thought-"
"You thought what?" My voice has grown louder than my original intention. Instinctively, my hands curl into fists. Born a fighter.
"I thought that you liked me-"
Two steps. That's how much it takes for me to be standing in his face, blood pumping against my skin, hatred racing through my veins. My hands lift slightly. I'm about to do something that I'm going to regret-
But then somebody else does it for me. Al drops to the ground, his right hand clutching his now bleeding nose.
Tobias stands in front of me, clenching his knuckles, looking absolutely defeated.
A/N: Super sorry this is short but I wanted to give you guys something. Where have I been? Who knows. Feel free to leave reviews, because they encourage me to keep writing! My inbox is open for requests or questions. Hopefully going to be updating this story more often. Enjoy jealous Tobias. x