Ok,, See? Im trying! CHAPTER 13 ALREADY! Well.. Close enough.. THANK YOU FOR UR KIND REVIEWS PLZ CONTINUE YOU GUYS TOTALLY MAKE MY DAY! ESPECIALLY WHEN MY EMAIL EXPLODES SINCE PPL ARE FAVORITING THIS. THANK YOU I LOVE YOU ALL SO DAMN MUCH!
TRIS POV
I'm currently in a Taxi on my way to The Fashion Outlets Mall of Chicago. Yes, not because I want to, I was never a fan of malls, Because that's the only place on the top of my head where I suspect Christina to be.
I look out the window and watch as the buildings whip past me like a movie put on Fast Forward.
I don't have a car, I don't have any communication with the HQ and if I see any one like Four or the Gang I'm gonna have to run.
Four.
I want to see him. How can I survive this long a period without him?
All I want right now is comfort.
Someone to hold me.
Tell me it'll all be okay.
WHAT? What am I thinking? What happened to the tough girl I used to be?
I need to stop. If anything, maybe this distance from him is good for me.
I shake these thoughts out of my head just in time to hear the taxi guy clear his throat.
"Excuse me M'am? May I ask why you're even going to the Mall on a Saturday? You don't even strike me as someone who cares about this"
I look up in the rear view mirror startled.
"Ahem! I mean.. Maybe you do care.. Like, you look good-I - I mean your clothes are fine and-"
I smirk and cut him off for both of our sakes.
"It's ok, you are right, I don't want to go, just going for a friend"
I inwardly cringe as I say this. Really? I'm making my friend, Christina, sound like an annoying idiot when in reality, she could die if I don't hurry?
The taxi driver nods and turns attempting to cover his blushing face.
And that's when I really look at him. Blond hair, about a year older than me, turquoise eyes- is it even possible to have turquoise eyes?
"Hmm? Um.. I don't know.. I just have it" Replied the taxi ma- I mean.. taxi boy.
My eyes widen as I realize I said it outloud.
He notices this and laughs.
I turn towards the window and mumble "Can you hurry? It's really important"
"Maybe, if there wasn't so much traffic Tris" He replies.
I look up so fast and shout at him to stop the car.
He parks and I quickly get out and back away from him.
"HOW do you know my name?" I demand.
He looks startled. "Tris? Wait... OH GOD YOU ARE TRIS! You don't remember me? It's Matthew! I worked with you before! WOW!" Matthew replies.
I feel myself relax. Matthew was one of my good friends. Even I don't know how I didn't recognize him.
But then I remembered the blue thing on my arm and I immediately tense and back away.
"What?" Matthew asks worriedly.
"How.. what.. why didn't I?" I stutter over my words. NOTHING happened.
instead, I stick out my arm where the device remains in my arm and Matthews eyes widen. He pulls me in the back seat of the taxi and I blush a bit as I realize I'm Practically ON His lap.
"How'd you get this?" He whispers.
I shake my head. I scoot a bit away from him but leave my arm in his grasp since he's still studying it.
"LONG story.. I'm .. I guess I'm on a mission. But what I don't understand is how nothing happened when you were near me Matthew. You're an agent too! Isn't there supposed to be a ZAP or something crazy? " I ask.
Then he looks at me. "It wasn't supposed to do anything. I'm not even an agent Tris" he says slowly. "I never wanted to BECOME BECOME one.. I just am one I guess? Well.. I'm an agent but not OFFICIALLY with the Divergent agency..Wait. does this make sense?" He asks trailing off.
I laugh.
"Yeah. You're an agent but not officially with us and because of that they didn't track you" I reply.
he nods thankfully and I nod towards the steering wheel.
"Mind driving to the Mall now? I need to save a friend I guess. . In the mall"
He climbs in the front. "Ah! Which totally explains why you suddenly NEEDED to step foot in a mall."
I roll my eyes and he drives me there. As I climb at the door I hear him call me quickly.
"Yeah?" I ask.
He hands me a piece of paper. "My number. To keep in touch. Since I can't really see you during HQ hours and yeah.."
I nod and fold it. Not before catching the handwriting sloppily scrawled on the back in pen with a T+M=VICTORY.
I laugh and look up at his grinning face. "You actually have this?" I asked. "That was so long ago"
he turns his eyes back to the road. "We had the brothers make a million of those little sheets after that game, how could I not still have one?"
I smile and turn towards the mall.
"See ya I guess.." I say.
"Bye." He says and I hear the car drive away.
I smile at the memory of the "game" We played soccer. Me and Matthew vs Zeke and Uriah.
after we won 35-2 Zeke and Uriah had to make those for us declaring us victorious. But that was when we were literally 10 which explains the handwriting.
As I open my eyes, I take a deep breath and look towards the Mall again.
Christina? Don't give up.
I'm coming.
FOUR POV
I wake up with a headache.
Looking around, I see a few empty bottles of alcohol and pizza.
"Ugh." I hear Uriah groan.
This 'boys night' did not go well.
I guess this is the result when you drink and eat pizza and play video games late at night.
My stomach clenches and I'm suddenly running to the bathroom while Uriah runs to the upstairs bathroom.
Vomit never feels good.
After washing my face and brushing my teeth, I open the door only to have Zeke knock me out of the way for his share of the no cleaned sink.
I quickly get out and join Uriah with cleaning the place.
Wrappers of candy, boxes of pizza with crust crumbs, empty bottles, all go in a plastic bag which gets tossed into a bin.
When I come back into the room I see Will and Zeke rolling up all our sleeping bags while Uriah comes back with a glass pitcher and some aspirin.
I quickly grab it and swallow it quickly not even bothering to use a glass and then I flop down on the couch.
"Whatcha guys wanna do?" I ask after my hangover sort of subsides a bit.
Zeke grabs his key and shake it. "Go see the girls? I bet they had a better night anyway"
Uriah is already tugging on his jacket. " MA BAE, NATALIE IS GONNA MAKE PANCAKES!" He screams.
I laugh and my heart flutters.
Tris.
I'm already tying my shoelaces and we all head out to our cars.
When we reach the Prior's house, we all run to the door and sigh as the ligit smell of pancakes and chocolate fill the air.
We open the door since it's already locked and , because we can't help it, we go to the kitchen, home of the pancakes.
Natalie ( ) sees us and serves us as if she expected us to come. She doesn't even seem to care that a group of boys just literally burst into her home for breakfast.
When we've finished eating, Natalie answers us before we could even turn towards the stairs.
"The girls aren't home I'm afraid" she says.
Will is first to voice our thoughts. "Why?"
"They have a mission." She says casually.
We all don't react until her words dawn in on me.
"MISSION? ALL THE GIRLS? " I ask.
Shauna, Lynn, Marlene, Christina? A mission? And TRIS!
"What's it about? Why did they all go? What's going on?" Uriah asky worriedly.
Will moves to the home phone and dials Christina's number. But before it can ring, it sparks and a puff of smoke blows out.
Our eyes widen. But what's even worse is Natalie's expression.
"OH GOD!" She yells. But not because of the phone. She's not even staring at it anymore. "CALEB!" she screams and we hear footsteps running down.
"What? What happened?" Caleb asks while rubbing his sleepy eyes awake.
Natalie points towards the phone. "Tris and the girls went to do a mission, don't worry they know, but. But.. Will called Christina and-"
Caleb cuts her off "HOLY SHIT IT EXPLODED! THIS IS BAD!"
"What!?" I yell annoyed by the secret talk.
... And Caleb explains the blue device
And by the end we all are horrified because...
HOW will we find the girls?
How, will I find my Tris?
I finally updated .. on the phone.. which is why it took long.. but quick at the same time.. Hmm.. How will Tris find Christina and How will the boys find the girls? Do the boys even NEED to find the girls? Has Tris got everything under control?