Here is a new chapter as promised. I know that this chapter is pretty weird, but it's just to give a clear picture of the relationship between Tris and her dad. If you don't like her dad now, you're going to hate him even more in the next chapter! Please write to me if you have any ideas, or questions or something else. Enjoy the chapter!
Tris POV.
There was no gym Monday or Tuesday, apparently Thomas and Four are taking us for an all-night hiking trip, so they had to switch some lessons. So I haven't seen Four since my mom spilled the whole thing, which was the most embarrassing thing in the world. We are supposed to meet on the fields, I am the first here so I just sit down on the sideline waiting. Then Four arrives, he drops the equipment on the ground. Looks like we are going to play softball, then there is no big chance that I will get hurt before the game Friday. He must not have noticed that I'm here because he starts to undress, I get nervous and try to find another place to look. In the corner of my eye I see him stand in his boxers, I look down at the grass.
"Are you sure you don't want to look" I hear him say, damn he must have noticed me. That offensive behavior is disgusting! Or at least so I am trying to convince myself, also trying to convince myself that I don't want to look.
"I am done" I look up and make my way over to him.
"I am sorry, I didn't see you there" He says, handing me a baseball glove.
"It's okay. I am sorry for what my mom said the other day" I see him smile slightly.
"Well, was she making it up?" he asks putting on a glove.
"I'm afraid not" I say picking up a ball, I smirk a bit.
"Well, I'm not surprised you were mad, but seriously asshat? What are you like twelve?"
"Oh shut up and play ball!" I say throwing the ball at him.
"We are actually playing this for your sake" He says. I look at him confused. "Thomas said that you almost always get hurt, and since you need to be ready for the opening game, we are playing this"
"Oh, how nice of you guys to think of me"
The rest of the class arrives along with Thomas, and the game begins. To be honest I hate baseball, I find it boring. Today was funny though, watching all the girls drooling over Four every time he was about to bat.
"That's just pathetic" Christina says to me.
"I agree" I say shaking my head.
"I mean look at that man, he probably already has a girlfriend"
"Sure, with that body" I say without thinking, Christina's head snaps up.
"What do you mean by that?"
Before I can answer, we are interrupted by Al yelling.
"Tris! Chris! Come one! We need you guys!" I shrug and starts to jog.
"You. Me. The Mall. After this" She says.
"Yeah, I need to buy a present for Caleb anyway. I need to be home by 5 though"
"Okay, spit it Prior" Christina says, as we sit down in a Starbucks.
"It's nothing big, it's just like very embarrassing. I was sitting on the fields, waiting for you guys to come. Then he came, he didn't see me and he stripped down to his boxers" Christina drops her cookie, and looks at me with open mouth.
"Why are you stopping! Give me details!"
"There's no details, I wasn't even looking"
"Tris, can I ask you something?" She says in a very serious tone.
"Sure"
"Are you lesbian?" I laugh, and shake my head at her.
"No Christina! I am not lesbian!"
"Then why on earth didn't you look at him?!" She says, like I've made the biggest mistake in my life.
"Chill will you? He is our teacher! Would you stop and stare if Thomas started to undress?" She makes a disgusted face.
"God no, but that's different. We have known him since we were kids, and he is waaaay older. Four is only like two and a half year older, you could sleep with him and it wouldn't be disgusting" I take a sip of my coffee, and old up one finger.
"It would be illegal though" Christina frowns.
"Who would come after you? The sex police?"
"Okay, I am changing the topic now: What should I get for Caleb?"
"A stripper"
"I am serious"
"Yeah, so am I, but since you're so boring. Give him something from Abercrombie and Fitch"
We end up buying a t-shirt for him, guess that will be good enough. I get home, and get dressed just in time for my dad to pick me up. I go down on street to meet him.
"You look pretty Beatrice" He says as I get into the jeep.
"Thanks"
The ride there is awkward, but not as awkward as this dinner will be. I walk into their big house, it's just as I remember it; too perfect. Jeannie is the kitchen finishing the dinner.
"Oh Beatrice! It's been so long, my god you've turned into a beautiful young lady" Wonder why we haven't seen each other, I've been hiding! I put on a fake smile, and give her an awkward hug.
"Good to see you, and thank you so much having me"
When it's time for dinner, Caleb decides to join us.
"Hey Caleb, happy birthday" I hand him the bag, and he gives me a wide smile.
"Thank you Tris, it's too much"
"Oh we are exchanging gifts" my dad says. He hands me an envelope. There's no card, there is nothing but a check saying: 1000 dollars. I do my best to give him a smile.
"Thank you very much dad, this is too much" He just hugs me.
"Dinner is ready"
We eat in silence, until my dad breaks it.
"So, how is it going on that Academy ?" I shrug and swallow my food.
"Good I guess, having some trouble in math and Spanish, but that's all"
"Caleb is good in Spanish" Jeannie says, I smile a little.
"That doesn't count, Caleb is good at everything" I tease. Caleb just smiles and shakes his head.
"Are you still doing that singing and rapping? I remember you being quite good" He asks.
"Yeah I am, I will not say good"
"You could have been just as good as Caleb, but you wanted to play lacrosse and do that music thing instead" My dad doesn't think that there is more here in life than education.
"We don't need to talk about this now do we?" I say, looking directly at him.
"I am just saying that you would have been in a better place now, than that weird academy, if you have been more dedicated to school"
"Andrew; Me and Tris are not the same type, we all like different things" I look at Caleb grateful that he is stepping up for me, I would never have expected him to.
"Who would like dessert?" Jeannie asks, I frown.
"No thanks, I think I will head home. Thank you for tonight, thanks for dinner"
"I will drive you home" My dad says.
I pretend to be sleeping for the whole ride, then I don't have to talk to him. I'm angry with him, but it shouldn't be a surprise, because I always end up being angry at him. When we arrive I try to hurry out of the jeep, but he grabs my arm.
"Beatrice, you do know that I am proud of you no matter what right? It's just me being an old fashion idiot sometimes" This is his standard apology, and to that my standard answer is.
"Of course dad, I shouldn't have taken it that bad anyway" Then we say our goodbyes, and I get out of the jeep thinking to myself:
This is how it always end when I see my dad.
This is probably how it will always end when I see my dad.
And it sucks, and it makes me sad. But it's in times like these I always remember by mom's words:
it's okay. He is just the way he is.