Author's Note: Well, here's another chapter wahey. I'm awfully sorry but this is just going to be a filler chapter because I need to have something happen to fill the time period before the party, therefore this won't be a very exciting chapter, sorry! Hope you enjoy anyway! Oh by the way I'm thinking of doing the next chapter is Tris' POV and then the one after that in Four's? Yeah okay anyway enjoy lovelies!
Disclaimer: Don't own Divergent, Veronica does wah.
Tris POV.
Four and I walk into class together. Everyone's eyes turn and focus on us, whispering quietly. I swallow dryly and walk to my usual seat in the corner. Four sits beside me and shuffles awkwardly in his seat.
"Well this is awkward." He mumbles, glaring at the gaping teens surrounding us.
I nod in agreement and awkwardly fiddle with the end of my sleeves, pulling at the strayed strands of cotton. I let out a sigh of relief when the teacher strolls in, beckoning the classes attention. All eyes divert from Four and I and the whispering dies out.
Four and I exchange a few words throughout class, spending the rest of it in an unexpected comfortable silence.
"You going to go to Uriah's party this weekend?" I ask him.
He nods. "Yeah, I mean, I'm still friends with Zeke, so I'll just hang out with him if it gets awkward." He laughs slightly.
The bell pierces loudly through the almost silent classroom and immediately students begin shoving their work into their bags and hurrying out the classroom, desperate to get home.
I stand up slowly and push my books into my bag.
"Awesome, well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow?" I smile slightly, slinging my bag over my shoulder and walking by the door.
He nods and grins slightly.
"Thank you Four." I murmur quietly. "It was real nice of you sticking up for me the way you did today." I thank him, feeling my face heat up.
"No problem Tris." He smiles. "See you tomorrow." He smiles, walking out the classroom.
I bite my lip slightly, my mind wandering off into a daydream when I see Christina's hand waving and snapping in front of my face.
"Hello?! Tris? Earth to Tris!" She shouts, causing me to flinch at her loudness.
"Sorry, was just daydreaming." I mumble smiling slightly.
She shrugs and I follow her to her car, opening the door and getting inside.
"Right, just so you know, I don't want to wear a dress or anything pink, understand?" I tell her as she starts the car. She pouts at me but I narrow my eyebrows, showing her I won't change my mind.
"Fine!" She huffs.
We drive to her house and quickly scarper up to her room. She opens her massive walk in closet and I wander inside, gaping at all the clothes and shoes.
"You have way too many clothes Christina." I laugh, shaking my head slightly.
"You can never have to many clothes Tris!" She giggles.
The next hour or so consists of her forcing me into an endless amount of outfits in a variable amount of colours. I try on skirts, shorts, jeans, trousers, tops, shirts, blouses, blazers and so much more.
I groan as I try on my twelfth pair of shoes she's picked out for me.
"Perfect!" She squeals.
"What? Does that mean we're done?!" I ask hopefully, my eyes wide and pleading.
She grins and nods, clapping her hands slightly, pushing me in front of her full-length mirror.
She's stuck me in a black skater skirt, black tights and black wedges alongside a dark purple embroidered tank top and a black blazer. I exhale contently as I look at myself.
"I've done good right?" She beams, admiring her handy work.
I laugh and nod. I quickly change out of my newly set together outfit and neatly fold them and place them in my bag, ready to wear on the weekend.
I pull my faded jeans and t-shirt I've worn at school today back on and hug Christina, thanking her for another uncountable time before leaving and walking home.
I walk the long way home, desperately in need of some fresh air due to being stuck in a stuffy closet for the past two hours. I begin my walk home when I pass Four's house.
I'd never realised he'd lived here until I'd rudely ran out of here a couple of days ago. I don't realise I'm staring at the house until I hear deep voices shouting at each other.
I attempt to decipher what the voices are saying when I hear a loud smash, sounding rather like a vase has smashed. I bite my lip, deciding against going inside and finding out what's going on.
We may be friends now but I don't really want to get involved in his personal life.
I quickly walk off down the street, heading home, trying to ignore the guilt creeping up into my chest, a voice in my head scolding me for not checking on Four.
Author's Note: Okay, I know it's not very exciting but I plan on writing the 'party' next and I have something planned to happen that you may or may not enjoy muaha. I will either update tomorrow or Wednesday because I'm actually re-reading divergent and insurgent in preparation for when allegiant comes out, oh my god guys like eight days left omg. I also have a lot of homework to do etc, but I will try my hardest to update tomorrow, if I don't I'm sorry! Anyway, really really really hope you enjoyed! Thanks to everyone who has either followed, favourited or reviewed! It'd be absolutely fabulous if you reviewed some more? I love reading them with my pal at school aw. Anyway, even if you don't review, thanks for reading omg! At almost 10,000 views on my story, that's freaking epic guys. Woah, why is this Author's Note so long? THANKS FOR READING MY LOVELIES.