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Chapter 11

Tris POV

'Christina – WHAT IS THAT?' I ask alarmed with wide eyes. A thick bristled brush coated in a gloopy black liquid, gets way too close to my eye for my liking. She is mad.

Sixth period wasn't very interesting. I just sat there staring at my Guide to police booklet while Lauren's vexatious, shrill voice droned on about laws and something else I don't care about. As soon as class ended Christina hauled me into the passenger seat of car like she would with shopping bags after a tediously shopping trip.

I called my parents to let them know I was going to Christina's, and then a "back to school" party and that I would be home late. They weren't too happy about it, especially since I slept over at Christina's last night. Also they, and my whole neighbourhood, hate any kind of celebration, -apparently it's "too selfish"- so that didn't help. I heard my brother, Caleb, muttering something about how a back to school party isn't very logical, in the background but my parents agreed reluctantly – not before they gave me the lecture about alcohol and drugs and saying no. I love my parents, I really do; but sometimes I feel trapped, suffocated by their rules and regulations – the whole neighbourhood's rules and regulations. I will probably receive disappointed and judging faces from them tomorrow morning when they find out. Oh well.

Now, I am on Christina's counter next to the sink, with my back against the mirror. After a long debate, I finally let her do my makeup and she jumped with joy at the chance. She is attempting to, although I don't really I think it is going well, I keep twitching or flinching whenever she tries to apply something. Not to mention questioning every product, even the ones she isn't using. Trust me; there are a lot of products.

She pulls the bristled brush away from me and I sigh in relief. She sighs in irritation.

'It's mascara,' she says finally replying to my question.

I take a breath ready to say something:

'And before you ask what it does, it makes you eyelashes longer and fuller.' She says answering the question in my mind, the wand still in her hand. 'You know you are very curious? Are you sure you aren't cut out to be a smart ass erudite?' she says smirking.

I reply with a forced ha ha ha before she returns to the subject.

'Now stop panicking – it isn't going to hurt you – and let me work my magic.' I see the black gloop begin to loom towards me once again, and I move my head back. She moves the wand forward again, and I move back further. She moves forward, I move back. She moves forward, I continue to crawl away from the contraption. Soon I am lying on the counter, my head by the sink faucet, with her on top of me trying to apply the mascaree? Mascaray? Something like that. She has me cornered and in a last attempt to avoid the spiky wand, I shut my eyes and turn my head away.

'Ugh Tris come here' she says grabbing my face with her free hand and yanking my head so I am facing her. 'Now open your eyes' she speaks slowly, 'and let me put this on, it will take me like five seconds.'

I squint at her, careful not to open my eyes enough that she can whip the liquid on my lashes. She still has her hand on my head. I have two options to get it off; either break it, or let her do her magic, as she put it. No way am I breaking my best friend's hand, so I open my eyes fully.

(A/N: remind you of anything in a particular Four POV (chapter 7)? If it does, well done! You are the reader that pays attention I congratulate you. *clapping emoji*)

Her face lights up at the sight of my submission, but soon changes to determination – determination to get the mascara (was that right?) on me. Fortunately she was right and it did only take five seconds, neither did it didn't hurt – I just blinked when she told me too and it was over.

'Now that wasn't so bad was it?' Raising her eyebrows, she starts to climb off me and afterward I get up too. I duck my head in embarrassment and she laughs. She tells me to get dressed, hands me a hanger with a dress attached and closes the door with her on the other side of it. I get changed and look in the mirror. The dress is a deep purple and clings to my curve less body. It is strapless and is gathered at the sides. Christina has done well with my makeup, I will give her that. It is light and natural, although that is probably because she couldn't use most of her products, due to our skin tones' being at totally different ends of the spectrum. The dress however? I hate it. I look ridiculous, out of all the dresses she could have picked she chose this one?

I hear a knock: 'You done?'

'Yeah,' I hear the door creak open, 'but you have got to be kidding me' I say turning away from the mirror and facing her. I make a massive hand gesture to my body to enhance the ridiculous-nous and stare with an expression that screams tu plaisants!? (A/N Translates to Your joking/ Your kidding me! in French- it's my favourite French phrase!)

She looks at me for a minute her eyebrows furrowed. Soon I realise she isn't really staring at me like a thought she had, but is just staring aimlessly and it looks like she is thinking really hard. As I am about to wave my hand in her face, her eyes light up like a light bulb and she sprints out of the room.

'Christina? What the he-' she is on the floor, rummaging through the draws in the bottom of her sliding wardrobe, throwing clothes behind her. Finally she holds up a piece of fabric.

'Got it!' she announces getting up. 'Try this.' She says handing me the garment. I plod into her bathroom, slip it on and look at my reflection once again.

This dress is a light grey colour, but it isn't boring like my mother's plain loose ones. It is in a skater style which accentuates the tiny curve in my hip and flowing out. I aspect it was meant to go to mid-thigh but I am shorter that Christina so the bottom sways just above the knees. It has a black leather peter pan collar and a very thick band of the same material travelling along the hem. It also has a leather stripe on each shoulder continuing from the collar, right the way to the end of the sleeve, which is just above my elbow. The light grey makes my dull pin-straight blond hair come to life and my lined grey eyes seem a vibrant blue. They are noticeable. I look striking.

I open the door to receive my verdict from Christina, and she is by the door anticipation coating her face. When she sees me, a smile forms on her lips and she announces that this is the one – the dress. She herself is wearing a loose dusky pink dress that hangs off her shoulders with a cut-out in the back that ends just before her butt. It is casual, like mine, and comes a bit higher than the middle of her thighs which are covered in tights. She hands me some tights and shorts to wear underneath the dress as we will most likely be playing Candor and Dauntless later – a game similar to truth or dare that Uriah introduced me to at his last party. I won't make the mistake of only wearing a few layers to party again – no matter how hot it is.

I already have a vest on underneath the dress so she doesn't give me one. I aspect Christina is wearing something similar underneath her dress accept she sports a bandeau over her bra instead of a vest – that would ruin the cut out effect, and Christina would never let that happen. I slip on the sheer tights and then the loose jersey shorts overtop while she goes into the bathroom to touch up her makeup that she was wearing today. I grab my all black vans, and Christina takes her leather converse, keeping our outfits casual. As soon as it is six, we are out the door and on our way to the Pedrad household.

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'Welcome ma-lady' Uriah says in a British accent curtsying as he pulls the door open.

'Why, thank you' Christina imitates dipping her head slightly, before transforming out of character and strutting inside. I let out a small giggle and follow her into inside after giving Uriah a hug. The Pedrad household is big, much bigger than my house, although the ceilings are low and it still has a cosy feel. We enter the games room to find Marlene and Shauna already here, helping set up with us. The room is big but a bit cramped, with a bar in the left hand corner and hammock in the right. The pool table, which is usually in the middle of the room, has been moved to the side to create a makeshift dance floor. The walls are an almost-black grey and fairy lights dangle from hooks on the wall opposite the hammock and bar. Beanbags sit under the lights warm glow with a sofa in the corner. It is the perfect party location. Shauna tells us to go help Will set up the living room so we exit and head there.

This room isn't as well decorated; in fact it looks like nobody has even started. Valuable photo frames line the wallpapered feature wall around the TV, and ornaments are balanced on the coffee, and side tables. Then there is Will in the corner, tangled in lights awkwardly. His muscular frame looks out of place holding some dainty fairy lights.

'Ugh, Will, Will, Will… You really don't know how to prepare a party do you?' Christina says with a smile as she goes over to help Will out.

'What you mean?' he asks, sarcasm tangled in his words like the lights he is ravelled in. I laugh along with Christina. Whilst she untangles Will, I start to clear out the photo frames, ornaments and anything that could be broken by drunken teenagers and move them upstairs. Hana, Zeke and Uriah's mum is out of town this week so she is out of the way of the party. When I come back down, together Will and Christina have moved the sofas to the side of the room so there is an open space in the middle. We deposit the rug upstairs, so nothing can get spilled on it, before Zeke then brings in a table to home some drinks and snacks. We pull a cloth over it and the beverages are placed on. After I drape the lights on the nail that were holding up the pictures and turn them on, the room is ready. I sigh and turn around to see Zeke's eyes light up at our handiwork.

'Let's get this party started.'

Hope you liked it. Slightly shorter but CANDOR AND DAUNTLESS is in the next chapter so if you have any final idea's I will add them in and make the chapter longer!

You know I love you! Fran x