Chapter 12

Tris was currently sitting on a bed in a small, dark room. Peter sat across from her and he was telling her about his old school.

"Yeah it was full of preppy kids, I hated it. They all did what they were told, they were so boring."

"Why did you leave?" Tris asked, curious.

"I was kicked out for fighting." Peter said calmly. "How about you? Why did you leave your old school?"

Although her close friends knew about what happened, Tris didn't want to reveal her secrets to Peter.

"I just went through some stuff and wanted a change of pace."

"What happened? If you don't mind me asking." Tris knew this question was coming, but she didn't know how to answer it.

"Uh, I had a bad breakup with an old boyfriend." Technically this wasn't a lie.

"How bad?" Peter asked.

"He cheated on me with my best friend."

"Shit really? I'm sorry but you have bad taste in guys I mean, first this dude, then Uriah, you have some shitty luck."

"Yeah I know, and it sucks cause Uriah knew about it too, like he knew what happened with my ex, yet he chose to do the exact same thing." Peter looked at her.

"You know what you need to do? You need to go out and have some great rebound sex."

Tris laughed as what Peter said, and he laughed too.

"I'm just kidding, I mean, unless you wanted to actually do that."

Tris gave thought to Peter's idea and found herself smiling.

"Actually, I think it's a good idea." Peter seemed a bit taken aback by this.

"You do?"

"Yeah, and I think I know the perfect guy for it."

"Who?"

"Do you have anything to drink?" Tris asked, changing the subject.

"What kind of drink?"

"Vodka, rum, tequila, anything alcoholic really, I don't really have a preference."

Peter stood up and walked to the mini fridge in the corner of his room. He opened it and pulled out a bottle filled with a clear liquid.

"Are you sure you can handle some vodka?" He asked, handing her a shot glass.

"This isn't my first time." She answered, passing over the shot glass and instead grabbing the bottle out of his hand. She took a sip and smiled as the liquid burned her throat.

Soon enough, both her and Peter were drunk. All of her problems seemed to disappear as she felt herself get lighter.

Her and Peter were laughing more, smiling more, and touching more. There was music playing off of Peter's phone, and Tris suddenly jumped from the bed, almost falling over in the process.

"Oh my god I love this song! Dance with me?"

She didn't wait for Peter's response, pulling him up from his seat immediately. She spun herself under his arm once and let go, dancing on her own. Peter laughed and started moving.

To any sober person, the sight of the two dancing would be considered crazy, but to them, they were too out of it to care.

Tris managed to get her arms wrapped around Peter's neck and he pulled her close, swaying with her to the music. Tris didn't know why, whether it was drinks or the music or the close proximity, but she felt the sudden urge to kiss him. So she did.

Their lips met and at first, Peter didn't react, but then he pulled away.

"Tris what are you doing?"

"What do you mean? You said earlier that I should find a guy to get over Uriah, and oh look, you're a guy." Tris took her arms off of Peter and stepped back.

"I didn't mean me! Look Tris, yes, you're hot, but if I ever did anything with you I'd have to answer to the foursome," Tris gave him a confused look. "Zeke, Uriah, Will, and Four. Ever since you became associated with them, every guy has been afraid to even look at you. Yes, you were dating Uriah, but everyone knows that Four's basically in love with you. And everyone's afraid of Four, so no one wants to risk taking a chance with you, including me."

As Tris took in Peter's words, she sat down on the bed. She didn't realize just how much her choice of friends affected how everyone else saw her. She knew they were popular , but she didn't think that everyone was afraid of them.

"Why is everyone so afraid of the guys?"

"Well for starters, they're all jacked and could beat everyone's asses in a heartbeat. And after previous incidents, the guys at this school know not to go for their girls."

"What sort of previous incidents are you talking about?" Tris asked, curious what Peter knew.

"Let's just say it got ugly." He answered, avoiding the truth.

At this point, Tris had sobered up a fair bit, and she stood up.

"Well, if you're the going to be the guy then I need to go find one. See you later Peter."

Tris didn't listen to Peter's response as she left his room. She checked her phone for the time once she was in the hallway and saw that it was 8:45, so she decided to head back to her dorm.

She was climbing down the stairs when she saw Four coming up towards her.

"Four hey!" she called out to him. He looked up from his phone and smiled at her.

"Hey Tris, how are you doing?" Tris rolled her eyes, of course he was asking her how she was.

"I'm doing as well as I can for someone who just got cheated on." She answered sarcastically.

"Okay yeah that was a stupid question." He chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. "Is there anything I can do?"

"Right now all I want to do is party." Tris admitted.

"Well, I think I can help you with that." Four said, pulling out his phone. He typed a quick text before returning his attention back to Tris.

"What'd you just do?" Tris asked with a small smile.

"I got you your party." He motioned for her to follow him, and she did. He led her back up the stairs and to his room. Thankfully, Uriah wasn't there, so Tris didn't have to face him. As Four went to his room to change his clothes, Tris asked the question on her mind.

"So how exactly did you get me my party?"

"I just texted Zeke to throw one at his house, it's no big deal, he's been wanting to have one for a while." Four replied from his room.

"I'm gonna assume you'll drive me right? Cause if you didn't that'd be a very dick move."

Four laughed from his room and came out wearing jeans and a flannel. "Yes I'll drive you, let me just grab my drinks and backpack and then we can head to your room."

He walked over to the mini fridge in the corner of the room and grabbed a couple of beers and a bottle of vodka, putting them into a black backpack and slinging it over his shoulder.

"Let's go."

The two made their way to Tris' dorm where she got changed. Christina texted her on their way over, saying that her, Shauna, and Marlene already left for Zeke's, so the room was empty.

Tris changed quickly into a pair of black ripped skinny jeans and a flannel. She came out of the room and Four looked at her outfit, laughing.

"Omg Tris we're twinning!" he said in a high pitched voice. Tris laughed.

"Sorry I didn't even realize, I can change if you want."

"No it's fine, you look good, now let's get going, Zeke's probably wondering where we are."

Tris couldn't help but blush when Four said she looked good. She didn't say anything about it though, she just followed him out to his car.

The ride to Zeke's house was short, maybe about 10 minutes, and when they got there, the party was already pretty big.

Tris got out of the car and told Four she was going to find the girls. She made her way into the house, which was more of a mansion and spotted Christina almost immediately.

"Tris you came!" She shouted at Tris.

"Yeah I did! This is sort of my party in a way, actually."

"What do you mean?" Christina asked.

"I was talking to Four and I said I just really wanted to party, so he texted Zeke, and here we are."

The two girls chatted for a little bit until Christina brought up Uriah.

"You know what, I just really don't want to talk about it, okay?" Her tone was annoyed, and Christina could tell.

"Sorry I didn't mean to hit a nerve, I just wanted to make sure that you're okay." She defended.

"I think I'm going to go get a drink." Tris said, walking away.

She wished people would stop asking her how she was doing because truthfully, she wasn't sure herself. A part of her was hurt that Uriah and Marlene would do something so similar to Al and Lauren, even when they knew about they did. However, there was a part of her that was relieved that she was out of the relationship.

It had been hard for her to deny her true feelings towards Four for almost two months. When she tried to push them down, they just came back, stronger than ever. She tried to convince herself that she could be happy with Uriah, but every time she saw Four, she wondered what they could have been.

Now that she was single again, maybe there was a chance for them.

She spotted him sitting on a couch across the room and took a deep breath, mentally preparing herself to talk to him. She walked slowly towards him, but stopped when she saw a girl sit on his lap. He smiled when he looked at her and Tris felt her heart sink.

She had lost her chance.

"Tris come over here!" Four shouted at her. She replaced the frown she was sporting with a fake smile and walked over to Four and the girl.

"Hey Four." She said.

"I want you to meet Nita. She's been one of my close friends since we were little."

The girl sitting on his lap, Nita, gave her a big smile.

"Hi Tris! Four's told me a lot about you." Four hit her arm. "He says you're one of his best friends."

Best friend, that's all Four thought of her as. She faked a smile and laughed.

"Once you carry someone out of a bar I think you're relationship changes." Tris said. "Anyways Four, I was just wondering if I could have some of your vodka?"

Four reached beside him and grabbed his backpack.

"Yeah for sure, do you need me to pour you some?" He pulled the bottle out of his bag and Tris took it from his hands.

"No, I prefer to drink from the bottle." She said before walking away. Her slight buzz that she had had when she was with Peter was gone, so she took a big drink. Then she took another one, then some more. After 15 minutes, she was drunk.

She danced to the music by herself, not caring that people were watching. She was stumbling around and her head was pounding, but she continued to drink. Her friends kept trying to take the bottle from her, but she just ran away.

She needed the alcohol to distract her from her problems. She needed to find somebody to distract her from her problems too.

She looked around the room, trying to find a cute boy. Her attention focused on a tall, black haired guy. He was sitting on a couch by himself looking at his phone, and with everything Tris had been drinking, she had no problem approaching him.

"Hi I'm Tris." She said as she sat down next to him. He turned his head towards her and smiled.

"Hi Tris, I'm Matthew."

He held out his hand and Tris shook it.

"So, are you having a good time?" Tris asked.

"I don't usually go to parties so I don't know yet." He laughed, embarrassed. Tris took this as her chance to make a move.

"Well, if you wanted, I bet I could make sure you have a good time." She moved closer to him and put her hand on his thigh.

"I bet you can." Matthew said, grabbing her hand and standing up. "What are we waiting for?"

He led her upstairs and into a bedroom. By the looks of it, it appeared to be either Zeke or Uriah's, but Tris barely paid any attention. She was more focused on the lips on hers and closing the little space between them.

She pushed him back on the bed and straddled him, connecting their lips once again. He flipped them over so she was underneath and took his shirt off quickly. Tris took this opportunity to take her shirt off as well, and their bodies quickly reconnected.

Matthew just started to unbutton his pants when the door opened. Tris grabbed the blankets on the bed to cover her and Matthew was so shocked he fell onto the floor.

"Tris what the hell are you doing?" Zeke shouted over the noise of the party downstairs.

"I think it's pretty obvious what we were doing, now can you please get the fuck out? We're busy." Matthew said while he stood up.

"I think you need to get the fuck out of my room and leave Tris alone." Zeke said in a threatening tone. Matthew nodded his head, grabbed his shirt, and ran out of the room without saying a word to Tris.

"Zeke what the fuck?" Tris yelled.

"Tris what are you doing with yourself? Do you really think it was a good idea to hook up with that guy?" Zeke asked, sitting down on the bed. He handed Tris her shirt and she put it on, blushing.

"I don't see why it matters, it's my life not yours."

"Tris, you're basically my sister, and I don't like seeing you do stupid stuff just because you have some problems. Look, I know that Uriah is an idiot, and I've already given him a very long talk telling him how stupid is, but you shouldn't let him have such an effect on you. You're turning back into party Tris, and that wasn't a good part of your life."

Tris knew that what Zeke was saying was true, but she didn't want to believe it. She didn't want to believe that she was turning into that girl again. Al had truly messed her up, but she thought she was strong enough to change herself.

"Tris no please don't cry, I didn't mean to offend you." Zeke said with a worried voice. Tris hadn't realized that she had started to cry, and she wiped the tears from her face.

"I'm sorry Zeke, it's just a lot. First Uriah and Marlene, and then Four, I just wanted to forgot about all of my problems."

"What do you mean Four? What did he do? Do I need to kick his ass?" Zeke said protectively.

"I thought that with Uriah and I being over that Four and I could start something, but I saw him with that Nita chick, so clearly he doesn't feel the same anymore."

"Tris are you serious? Four is in love with you, he has been since you two first met. Nita and him are just friends, they tried dating once and both agreed that they were better off as friends. Believe me, you're the only girl on his mind."

Zeke's words made Tris feel much better and she thanked him.

"Sorry Zeke, but I think I have someone I need to talk to."