Devil Takes the Hindmost chapter 11

A/N: Hey guys! Thanks for the reviews, so here's another chapter! Sorry this is probably all you'll get for awhile, because I didn't get the chance to write, but I'll try to write tomorrow! Lots of love given!

BEATRICE'S POV

"No way, you are not going dressed like THAT!"

"That's the best I can fin-"

"Rule #4, Tris, never let your brother try to help you choose what to wear"

I shrug the one shouldered grey sweater off my body, wincing at Christina's hardened glare. Tossing the rejected article to the seemingly never ending pile of grey shirts, sweaters and long sleeved dresses. Christina was not going to have it.
Two point six hours until the party. Christina had come home with and Caleb (though he was less then pleased about it) so she could help me choose something "that doesn't look like you were raised by nuns for god's sake", as she puts it. Caleb, after doing most of the housework, had gone through my closet and took everything out so I could try it on. We've gone through each pile, and so far, none have earned mine of Christina's approval.

"There's got to be something!" Christina exclaims, "Something, anything for Christ's sake!"
She grabs an old grey button down and pretends to strangle herself. I roll my eyes as she pretends to faint, landing on my bed. Despite the grey variety of clothes, the rest of my room was somewhat colorful. The walls are a nice shade of red, crimson, like roses. Like the roses in the Waterford crystal vase on my wardrobe. They were synthetic, and I had had them ever since I left Maryland. My friends had said it was symbolization of how our friendship will never die. As if. My wooden drawer was flung open, the hollow wardrobe echoing, as if longing for the dull clothes.
"God Tris," she groaned quietly, I swear your closet is nothing but fifty shades of-"

"Okay, you already said that." I interrupt. I've heard enough about this adult romantic book. The title confused me at first, but when I picked it up in some lone classroom, I found words that scarred me for life. I don't need to hear the title again. It brings back disturbing images.
I sit in my computer chair, and hold my head in my hands. "Maybe I shouldn't go," I say quietly, "He'd probably kick us out anyways."
"No way!" Christina's voice is muffled by the pillow, which she just flung her face into. "We can't give up!"
"Think it's time to give up" I comment, my head spinning. I've seen enough of this. I didn't even want to go anyways…

A knock at my door rings in my ears and I groan loudly. "What is it, Caleb?"
I look up, to see Caleb holding a black piece of shimmery fabric behind his back. "Well…" he mumbled, not meeting my eyes, "I, um, noticed you were having trouble, so…I went to Mom and Dad's room…I found this in Mom's old trunk." He held it out for me to see it, and my eyes widen. It was beautiful. Too beautiful to be my mother's. She always wore formal dress shirts and grey or black cardigans…this piece of fabric contradicted every law of clothing my mother ever laid down. I stare at it, my brain shocked by the fact my mother could have worn this, but after all, she is a beautiful woman. Maybe this was the dress she wore to meet my father…

"Brilliant." Christina's voice peers into my thoughts as she swipes it from Caleb's hands. "Thanks Caleb. Tris owes you one." Before he could respond, she pushed him out and slammed the door, looking mesmerized by the dress. "Trissy. You're going to the ball."

TOBIAS' POV

I smile, and laugh loudly at some corny joke Shauna just made. Allison grins at me, her dress slipping down a bit. I woot, and held my can up, feeling better than I had yesterday.
The party has been going on for three hours, and the place is already a mess. There are girls wasted in weird places, still holding cans of beer in their hands. Guys who I barely knew slipping stuff into drinks. I stopped a few of them, and got Uriah to haul 'em out. If there's one thing I won't allow, is a law suit against me, saying I was the one who slipped the drugs in their drinks.
Red beer cups lies everywhere, and weird substances coat the corduroy couches and leather armchairs. Once and awhile, I'd find couple making out in the strangest places (like the pantry, for one). I quickly backed away, though. I was currently bobbing my head to the song Super Basse, with Uriah, Marlene, Shauna, Allison and some random guy I barely knew. Apparently, he was Zeke, Uriah's older brother. He graduates a couple of years ago, and came because Shauna had a thing for him.

"Hey man!" I yell over the music, and I turn my head to look at Uriah. "Where is Christina? She's always here by this time!"
"Probably with Beatrice!"
My heart sinks at the mention of her name, but I keep my mask of confidence, and laugh. I place a quick kiss on Allison's lips. "She's a little bitch, isn't she?"

Allison's eyes suddenly widen, and she's looking over my shoulder, where the entrance was. I turn, to see Christina in her usual leather enter. And I have to stop my jaw from dropping when I see her. Tris.

When I see her at school, she looks like a little girl, weak and scared. Her eyes would shine with innocence meant to be broken; her lips curling into a smile rarely earned. This time, she's a woman. Her soft eyes are suddenly piercing, black lining accentuating her eye shape. Her messy thin hair is released from its ponytail, and hangs in shimmering waves around her shoulders. Her think pink lips are glossy with a darker gloss. But the dress, oh, the dress. Two intercrossing straps create a halter dress, tighter around her chest. The skirt is in layers, folding over one another. Hanging down all the way to her knees. Her wrist shines with golden bangles. Her suddenly colder eyes meet my own, and a smirk plays on her lips and she follows Christina in the mass of moving bodies. I unknowingly detach myself from Allison, mumbling that I'll be right back. I wasn't going to let her get away again. A chase she wants? Let her run until I can corner her for good.

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