Four POV.
"We should go get a beer or 10 tonight!" Zeke says, as we are walking out of the dining hall.
"I don't think that's a good idea, don't you have practice tomorrow?"
"No, it's only offence tomorrow. Come on Four! We haven't been out in years!" He exclaims, and stops me by putting a hand on my shoulder. I shake my head.
"No, don't want to go out tonight Zeke" He gives me a fake sad look, and I frown and look away. I see someone moving in the shades, I narrow my eyes. The person steps out, and I see it's Tris. I catch my breath, she is really beautiful tonight. I wonder why? She is looking at my direction, and I am about to walk over to her, when something distract her. I follow her glare, and see big red Range Rover. She runs towards it, she turns around to find me starring and she raise her hand in a little wave, before she gets in and hug the guy in the front seat. The pain in the chest is back, and I turn to face Zeke again.
"You know what? Let's get out, I need to have some fun"
"That's the spirit Four! Let's get to the bar!"
I know that this isn't the best way to fight the pain in the chest, but right now, it's the only way.
The bar is crowded, and it's a miracle that we find a booth to sit in. Zeke leaves me, and a moment later he returns with two big beers and a couple of shots.
"To being Dauntless" Zeke says and raise his glass, I repeat and drink the liquid. Pure vodka.
"You're insane Zeke" I say and make a face of disgust. I can feel the warmth spreading in my throat.
"Now tell me. This girl; Tris. You have a thing for her?" I shake my head, and take sip of the beer, mostly to buy me some time to think of a respond.
"I just want to make sure she is alright, I know about being a transfer, you know. For some of the people here, she is an easy target"
"Well! In that case" Zeke takes another shot glass. "To Tris' safety" I let out a little laugh, and finish the shot. I can already feel the effect of the alcohol, and the pain in the chest is gone by now. We continue to bring out toasts, and before we know it our table is filled with 20 shot glasses and 6 empty beers. Zeke looks at the glasses, and then at me with wide eyes.
"How the hell did that happen?" He says with a blurred voice, I laugh and shrug I am about to suggest that we get one last beer, but we are interrupted.
"Someone is having a party" Peter says, and sits down at our booth with Drew.
"Yeah, and we don't recall inviting you" I say, surprised by my own voice. It's even more blurred than Zeke's. They are ignoring my hint, and Peter looks around.
"The lesbian gang isn't with you?" he says, Drew is smirking. I don't respond, I just hold Peter eyes on mine. He gives me a little smile.
"Well that's really too bad, we would love a moment alone with Tris. Just five minutes" They laugh, and I then hear a weird sound. It takes me a moment to find out that the sound came from me, and that I am now standing up. I grab Peter by his collar, and pulls his face to mine.
"If you lay a hand on her, I will make you feel very sorry" I hiss. "If you lay a hand on any of them" Nice save. Drew gets up from his seat, but I shoot him death glare and he then sits down again.
"Now, both of you get out of my face" I push Peter away from me. He hesitate for a moment, but then walks away. I turn to Zeke, who looks impressed and gives me a fist bomb.
"One last beer and then we are out of here" I say and walk to the bar.
Two ours and three last beers later, we a stumbling back to the sports center. I can feel that I hand a little too much to drink, and my head is spinning and I my vision is blurred. Zeke on the other hand seems fine, he has a firm grip on my arm. I see a red Range Rover drive away, and then I see Tris walking toward the apartments. Why is she walking alone this late? Why didn't her boyfriend follow her all the way to the door. I would have done that? I can do that no. I don't recall giving my mouth permission to speak, but it does anyways.
"Tris!" I yell. She jumps a little, but then stops and turns around. I get free from Zeke's grip, and run towards her. She looks at me confused, but with a slight smile on her lips.
"Coach" She says, it reminds me about that's all I am to her. Her coach, not even a friend.
"You don't have to call me that, we are not on the field" I am trying to control my voice, but I seems like I didn't do a very nice job. Tris laughs.
"Are you drunk, Four?"
Zeke catches up with us.
"Hey Tris, Four got a little too much to drink. Can you stay here with him for five minutes? I will get him a some water" Tris nods, and a feeling of excitement runs through my body.
I'm alone with Tris.