So I am so sorry for a short chapter, and so sorry for not updating, and I don't mean to have excuses, but I just moved to Texas, and only yesterday got my internet up. Everything is a bit hectic right now, but I will now maintain a steady update schedule. I will update this story every Monday. To Be Amity will be updated every Thursday. Lights will be updated every Sunday, per say late at night or very early morning.

Four

I sit there for what seems like forever after the door closes behind Tris. My eyes wide and my breath short, I can still feel my heart pounding, but I know that was just the alcohol acting. I don't know how she called me out on sleeping with that red head. I run a hand through my hair biting my lip as my mind replayed everything she did. I sigh when I remember the feeling of her lips on me. Something must be wrong with me to want a girl right after a date. She was intense, in a different way she was wild and foolish acting that way towards me. Yet she was smart, she got her point across. I'll admit that she turned me on and sent shocks of fire through my body, but I'll also admit that it left me wanting more. Having enough with pondering her actions I made my way to bed and passed out.

I wake to a loud pounding on my bedroom door, I get dressed and with a curse and a glare I open the door. Zeke stands there looking clean and nice, "What?" I grumble,

"Get dressed," he tells me,

"Why?"

"Because we have work," I give him a pointed look,

"Which is what exactly?"

"You forgot didn't you, too invested in fucking the next one aren't you?" I tense up and clench my jaw, he sighs. "Just get ready," he walks off toward the living room. I slam my door shut and take a shower, being ready in about ten minutes, not really caring about how I look. I walk out to meet Zeke and Uriah, who are both talking about something. Zeke stops mid sentence when he sees me, he stands and frowns, "Four, get dressed like you actually care," I look at him and he has his black hair gelled and hes wearing new clothes. I sigh and change into a dark grey t-shirt and dark blue jeans, throwing on a black leather jacket. I mess with my hair a bit. I'm done when I hear a knock on our door, Zeke opens it revealing Shauna and Marlene.

They come in and Marlene apologizes "I'm sorry that Tris can't make it, I got her a job a few miles away, and she's starting right now, but Christina is coming with us instead," I glare at her,

"Where are we going?"

"Out, to a bar," I scoff,

"Is that all?"

"No," Shauna keeps it short and bittersweet, interrupting our conversation. We leave soon after and it's already dark outside, Zeke is driving and I'm in the passenger seat, so I lean over and ask him, "What time did we get to sleep last night?"

"You went to sleep around 4. I came back at about 5, I saw Tris walking in the wrong direction home, so I gave her a ride," He answered without looking at me, I knew that there was more to Tris than what he was giving me. But I settle for that piece of info.

When we get there its more like a club than a bar, the place is huge and dark sparing the D.J. and the stages with almost naked girls dancing with guys from the party. Their errotic movements quick yet close, I walk away from them and the group to the bar and order a drink. For some reason my mind drifts to Tris and her actions on me after she drank. The way her body melded with mine, her soft lips against my jaw. Her hands on my chest and her hips pressing against mine. It was the way she looked at me, with her stormy eyes almost blue glaring at me in a teasing way as if she was daring me to act back. Her body being seductive and curvy in all the right ways without her knowing. She's hot without trying.

I'm on my fifth drink when a girl with long straight black hair walks up to me, shes wearing a skin tight single strap black dress. Her lips are a cherry red, and her eyes a killer blue. "Hey Four, It's been a while," She says to me while she places a hand on my chest, I can feel eyes on us, as she moves and stands in front of me. Saying "Don't you remember me? I gave you one hell of a night baby, want to do it again?" Thats the problem with one night stands, with girls like her, she doesn't know what I mean by 'one night stand' she thinks its forever. "C'mon Four, do to me what you did the first time," and with that she lead me to the bathroom to where she pushed me against the wall and smashed her lips to mine.

While my body worked my mind was in a haze of drunken want and stupidity. So when this girl worked at my pants a thought of a blonde girl came to mind. And just like that I shove her away from me and leave. I stumble out of the club into the cold air. My mind trying to collect what just happened and why I didn't go through with it. When I would just let it happen before. It was because of Tris. The thought of her is getting to me, her words and her intentions. I don't know why it bothers me so much.

I don't even know where I am when a white car pulls up next to me, parking. I stop and watch as a small figure wearing a white hooded coat walks toward me, wearing converse and skinny jeans, her keys in her left hand, she is all dressed up and her hair is a straightened blonde. I turn my body towards her, she's sober this time and I'm not. "Four, you're so messed up," She states in a soft voice that makes me shake. "Come on, let's go home," I watch the breath leave her in the air.

My feet move towards her, and soon enough my body is pressed against hers to the car, I lean in and hear myself say against her jaw, "She wasn't worth it,"

"Four what are talking about?" her breath is hot against my skin and it sends shivers down my spine in this cold weather, I can feel her chest rise and fall against me. All of the haziness in my mind goes away and I'm no longer tired. "You, you're all I think about, I can't handle being this close and not having you," Her skin is soft and warm, I feel her tense up against me when my hands find her hips, "Four, y-you're drunk,"

"Drunk off of you, Tris," I kiss her neck and she tenses even more against me, her hands grip my shoulders. I trail my lips up and along her jaw, she gasps against me mumbling "Four I-I came here to take you home,"

"Did you?" I hear myself say, one of my hands is on the back of her head with my fingers in her blonde hair. My lips find right next to her mouth and she gasps, soon my lips are hard on hers. Her hands run down my chest and grip my jacket. As soon as it starts it ends, Tris shoves me away from her and I stumble a few feet. She's panting and a furious blush has found her face, "Four get in the car," She orders. I frown and do so, slamming the door. She follows suit and starts the car, we ride in silence, her glaring at the road, me staring out the window at nothing in particular. It's only when she's driving down our street that I realize the depth of what we did, or more so what I did. I may be drunk, but I've never forgotten a night of drinking. Never before have I wished that I did, until right now. I Like Tris, way more than I should, and I just blew it by kissing her in a drunken state.

She pulls over to the curb and shifts the car in park before killing the engine. I look at her and she is still gripping the steering wheel. She's deep in thought biting her lip, her eyes unfocused until I say her name. She looks up at me and shakes her head, looking away from me and opening her door. We walk to my apartment and stop at the door while I pull out my keys. When I open the door, we say each others names at the same time, though she shuts her mouth so I continue, "Tris, look I'm sorry, I thought… I don't know what I was thinking,"

"Four, it's okay," I look at her, and even she looks conflicted about saying that. I want her to know how much I regret kissing her, no I don't regret kissing her, I regret kissing her at the wrong time and fucking up our almost friendship. She has to know how much I want her, not in the same way that I've wanted any other girl. I want her to be my Tris, my girl. My girl that I can kiss everyday without shame, my beautiful girlfriend that I can wake up every morning to. It's only now that I realize how long I've been staring at her, which is longer than acceptably human. "Get some rest Four," She tells me, not meeting my eyes any longer. I'm about to say something when she cups my face and presses her soft lips to my cheek. We stay this way for a few moments, and I know that its going to be awkward when she steps away. So when she does step away I miss the soft warmth that her skin gave me, "Goodnight Four," She whispers, not looking at me. And just like that she walks away, possibly out of my life forever because of how stupid I was.