Chapter 25

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Tris POV

I wake with a pounding headache. Heat is surrounding me. My stomach is nauseous. My outfit is itchy. I open my eyes, but the light is blinding me. Why is everything so bright? "Somebody turn off sun!" I say, but I didn't realize how loud I was. Putting my hands over my ears, I squint my eyes so that I can see a little bit. There is that blasted sun again.

I feel movement beside me and turn to check it out. There lies Tobias, shirtless, and fully asleep. As silent as a hung-over girl can be, I slip out of his arms and into the bathroom. I nearly faint when I see what I am wearing. I have absolutely no memory of most of the night, so I am intrigued at how Tobias got me in this.

I sit on the couch once changed into sweats and wait for him to wake. Christina seems to have passed out because I find her on the kitchen floor. Well, I don't want this opportunity to go to waist. I grab a black permanent felt pin and rush to Tobias's side. I draw a goatee and a uni-brow. On Christina's face, I draw side burns, a mustache, and a full-out beard.

My head is still pounding. Maybe I can find those pills Christina had a while ago. I rummage through her off-limits medicine collection. I gasp aloud when I find birth control, and it has been partly used! This stirs Tobias.

"Tris…what are you doing?" he screams, getting up.

My hands fly to my ears, "Could you scream any louder?" I am very irritated. This pounding in my head won't stop. Giving up, I stand and find a pair of sunglasses. Perfect! I squeal and put them on, finally giving my eyes a break.

"Does somebody have a headache?" he teases. I groan and fall against him.

"Never. Drinking. Again." I say the same thing I did last time. Maybe I can actually listen to myself this time.

"Here, I'll make you breakfast," he says, tugging me into the kitchen. Tobias nearly squishes Christina flat before I pull him back. He turns to me with a grin, noticing the drawings on her face. I smirk and step over her. He grabs a pancake mix and hands it to me. I am sitting with my head down on the cold marble counter. "Could you tell me how much milk, butter, and eggs we need?" he asks busily.

"No, I can't see a damn thing!" I spit. "Why is everything so bright? Even with my glasses on," I whine.

"It's all part of the hangover, babe. You might as well get used to it. Here," he says, handing me a cup of coffee.

"Oh joy, now I be even more awake to experience this 'exciting hangover'," I say, putting quotation gestures around exciting hangover. He chuckles.

"If I had known you were this amusing while hung over, I'd gotten you drunk a long time ago," he says, making me pout. I put my head down again. When he speaks, I think he wants me to be in pain. "Tris, do you remember anything from last night?"

He has a smirk on his face, not a good sign. "Oh no!" I whine. "What did I do? I remember up until the game ended."

"So do you usually sleep in a lingerie?" he says, giving me an idea.

"Oh no! We didn't, did we?" I ask in horror.

He looks back at me. "No, but you sure tried," he mumbles over his shoulder. He goes on to tell me the details. When he finishes, the pancakes are served and buttered. I am gulping down the coffee, which is burning my throat. I can't even look at Tobias, let alone speak to him.

"Umm…I didn't spill any of my secrets…right?" I ask nervously, still looking down. I'm not sure I even want to know the answer.

"No, not that I know of. By the way, when are you planning on telling everybody? They will find out at sometime," Tobias asks, hugging me from behind. I am euphoric. This is the cutest thing we've ever done. I don't even realize he is talking to me until he repeats the question.

"What? Oh sorry. I don't really know. Zeke gave me an idea, I just don't know when to start it," I confess.

"Hold up, Zeke gave you and idea, for free?" Tobias asks incredulously.

Grinning, I say, "No. We made a deal. I keep you in my room for three nights to do whatever while he and Shauna…you know."

"He and Shauna what?" he asks, but his tone suggests he already knows.

"While he and Shauna have sex," I say sheepishly. He chuckles at my embarrassment.

"I see. When are you going to put his plan to action?" Tobias asks. I sigh, deeply in thought. I can't just bring it up or they would notice something. Although, today may be better than any, considering he did spend the night in my bed. I wonder if Christina thought something of it.

"I don't know. Maybe if I have another slumber party and casually bring it up. I will after the break. Any sooner and they would be furious. I promise," I say, giving him a kiss on my cheek.

Christina stumbles in, obviously barely awake. "What's Four doing here?" she mumbles while grabbing a pancake. She doesn't even bother to get a plate or butter. I roll my eyes.

"Nothing, do you remember last night?" I ask her curiously.

She laughs, "Hell yeah! You got totally wasted Tris! Then, you left with…with Four. Then Will and…When I came in, something seemed weird, but I didn't pay attention…" Christina pauses to think on it. I hope she doesn't recall it. Please don't! She gasps. Yes, she remembers. I cringe away. "Four stayed the night didn't he?"

"Why do you care?" I ask casually. I pull Tobias into the living room, Christina following on my heels.

"You know good and damn well why! Here," she hands Tobias his shirt. He scowls at Christina and then leaves, not even saying goodbye. "How could you Tris? You promised you wouldn't fall for him!"

"It's not a big deal. Seriously, it is my life. I'm sorry if I hurt Shauna's-" I begin, but she cuts me off.

"Hurt Shauna? You don't even understand what you did last night did you?" she asks.

"I didn't have sex, I wouldn't be that stupid!" I say, standing up.

"Not what I was talking about, but sure. What do you make if this?" she sneers, pointing to what I wore to sleep last night.

"Okay, maybe I was trying to, but I was drunk. He was kind enough to see me home safely and not have sex with me, even while I tried to tempt him. He's better than what you all think," I nearly scream.

She sighs, "I don't care that much, but do not ask me for support when he breaks your heart." She walks back into the kitchen. What was she talking about earlier?

"Wait, what do you mean that wasn't what you were talking about?" I demand. "What else did I screw up?"

"A lot, Tris. A lot," she mumbles. It is just now that I notice the puffy eyes and sad look. Her eyes are blood-shot. I notice the six empty beer bottles that was near her sleeping spot.

"When you said "Will and…" what were you going to say?" I ask softly. She takes a breath to steady herself, but when she opens her mouth to speak, a sob escapes. Tears begin to stream down her face. I rush to her side and she lays her head against my side, hugging me tight. I walk her over to the couch. She weeps into my and I just pat her head, trying to reach my phone. Something happened between Will and her, and I need some girl help trying to figure this out. "Shh, shh, it will be okay," I say. I turn her head so she is looking at me. "What happened?"

"It…he…WHY?" she screams. She begins sobbing again. I won't get anywhere with her like this. I feel awful. I have never had somebody this sad to deal with by myself. She seems so pitiful, especially for Christina.

"I think we need some girl help. Let me…" I begin to say, trying to get up. I stop myself when I see her face. She doesn't want anybody to know she is like this. I can't blame her; I wouldn't either. "Actually, I think we only need ice cream. I'll run to the store. In the mean time, you may consider washing your face. Sorry about that," I say as I get up. I throw on a jacket and walk out the door, not listening to her response.

I rush to Will and Uriah's room. Walking straight in, I say to Uriah while shaking him awake, "Get up and get out. Will and I have a lot to talk about." Will is still passed out on the couch when Uriah finally moves to the kitchen.

Walking over to Will, I slap him across the face. He groans but doesn't wake. Another slap later, I decide this won't work. I go into the kitchen and get a cup. I have Uriah fill it with ice-cold water while I pace and try to remember what I am going to say. I can't flat-out say Christina is crying her eyes out and he has something to do with it, can I? No, she'd kill me for that. I will have to pretend she is just not talking to me. Uriah hands me the water and says, "Tris, what are you doing?" I ignore him and walk back to Will.

He still hasn't moved. I punch him in the gut so he can feel the coldness of the water a little bit. From what I've gathered, he deserves some pain. I have a bad feeling that they may have broken up, but why? Did he cheat? It is obviously him who broke up with her.

He bolts awake and stares daggers at me. "Why would you do that?" he says through gritted teeth.

"I need information. Get a glass of water or coffee and get somewhat sobered up," I tell him, pulling him off the couch. Still groggy, he stumbles into the kitchen. Settling on the couch, I wait until he gets back in. He has a cup of coffee he is sipping from.

"What?" he asks coldly. He is being much ruder than normal. Did I do something? No, I should be mad at him, not the other way around. I just need to know why I need to be mad at him.

"What happened between you and Christina?" I ask. Will flinches at her name. Yes, they must have broken up.

"Nothing you need to be concerned about," he says.

"Oh please, don't even go there. She is my best friend and I have a right to know why she isn't speaking to me," I say angrily. It isn't a lie, she won't make a coherent sentence, but it was because she was crying. Same difference.

He takes a deep breath to steady himself. "We had an argument. We broke up," he says.

"I gathered that. Why? Don't skip a single detail," I demand.

"After you said the nicknames, I asked Christina of it," he begins, making no sense.

"Stop, I was drunk. What did I say?" I ask.

He sighs and says, "You said Christina called me both Free Willy Junior and Teenie Weenie Will. I was assuming you were talking about my dick." Crap!

"No! Oh shit, no. Those…no she never said that. I was joking with her one time while she was drunk. I asked if she had any nicknames and she said yes. I had a few beers myself and didn't realize she was being sarcastic when she said those two names. When I asked her later, she said she was joking, that if she had any names, they would be the opposite of the latter one…" I confess. "I was extremely drunk last night, Will. You have to understand. I must have remembered her saying that and thinking she was being true and told you, thinking it was true."

Will's mouth is wide open. "TRIS! Are you serious?" I nod my head shamefully. Never getting drunk again.

"What happened last night?" I ask.

"Well, I asked her why she would share something like that with somebody. She said she was just joking. I yelled at her about how she doesn't know somebody's privacy. She said that she didn't expect you to say anything and that she was drunk. Not believing her, I said some rude stuff about you, sorry. She screamed at me not to badmouth her friend. We ended up screaming at each other. She…she said that if I can't respect her wishes, then maybe we shouldn't be together. I told her if she won't respect my privacy and if she lies about…that stuff, then we should definitely break up. And that's that," he says dejectedly.

"I feel awful, this is all my fault!" I say. Even though I am happy she stood up for me, I am sad she broke up with him. He was drunk and I am not going to hold him for whatever he said. "It started all because of me."

"You aren't mad about what I said?" he asks.

"No, I know I'm not perfect. Crap, she wouldn't have broken up with you if it weren't for me either! You have to fix this," I stress.

"How? She is never going to take me back. It isn't even my fault," he mumbles. How can I ague; he has a point. It is my fault, not his. At that point, Uriah comes through the door.

"Dude, we are guys. She is the girl. It is always our fault, no matter what," Uriah stresses. He must have been ease dropping. "Go talk to her and take her back."

"No! You can't see her now. Give me ten minutes to talk to her and…fix her up," I say.

"Fine," Will grumbles. I rush out the door. When I find Christina she is still in the same spot with her knees pulled up to her chest and he head resting between her legs. Poor girl. She has stopped crying, though.

I sit next to her and wrap an arm on the side of her. She has washed her face clean of the marks to my surprise. "Christina, there is a certain guy who wants to talk to you. I have a feeling it is to apologize," I tell her. Christina's head pops up and stares at me wildly. She looks like a lost child searching for their mom.

"No," she says through gritted teeth.

"He can't see you like this, can he? I know what happened and I explained it all to him," I confess. "He understands and I think he may want you back."

"Well I don't! Tris, I have preached to you about not getting your heart-broken and here I am, doing exactly that," she speaks the first meaningful sentence since she broke down.

"It is different for you. You have a reason. You all have had sex before, right?" I ask, expecting the answer.

"Yes," she confesses, a tear rolling down her face.

"That makes you closer. You were trying to keep me from getting too close to Four for this same reason, but Will isn't Four. You can't hide in shell. I know it's harsh, but you have to put yourself out there, otherwise you won't do anything with your life," I tell her. I don't know where the speech came from, but it seems to have helped.

"Is that what you did before you met us?" she asks me. Ouch, that kind of hurt. She has a point, though.

"Yes. You helped me, now I am going to help you by preventing it from happening. You saw how hard it was to get me out of my shell," I admit.

She nods her head and gasps. "I need get ready!" she squeals before running off and finding clothes. I would offer my help, but we all know it would make it worse. When she is almost done, I go get Will. I place him outside the door and tell him to wait.

"You almost ready?" I ask her, stepping inside. She nods her head. "You look great. Uriah and I will be in the kitchen." She manages to nod her head. I shove Will in and take Uriah to the kitchen. He continues to spy from the bathroom, but I am too busy pacing to. "What if it doesn't work? She will be heart-broken."

"It'll work," he mumbles.

"What if she turns him down? Was my speech not enough?" I say.

"She won't turn him down, "Uriah says.

"This is not going to work, it will end up badly," I say.

"It will work," he says.

"Is that all you can say?" I say, annoyed.

"Stop doubting them," he says. I roll my eyes.

"What if-"

"Be quiet, I can't hear," Uriah says. I don't listen.

"What if Will messes up?" I stress. "What if he changes his mind? If it doesn't work, she will be dragging me shopping and the mall! Oh no, the nail salon too!"

"He won't mess up," Uriah mumbles.

"But-" I begin.

"He messed up," Uriah interrupts.

"Told you! What did he do?" I say, coming over to listen.

"He said she was being dramatic and he didn't do anything wrong," Uriah tells me.

"Dammit, no!" I say. Suddenly, I hear glass shattering and Will screams. We rush inside. "What happened?"

"Just get out!" Christina screams at all of us, even me. "Please, go!" I can tell she wants to be alone. We go outside. "Uriah, please talk some sense into that boy!"

He nods his head and drags Will into their room. I knock on Marlene and Lynn's door. It comes open quicker than I'd expected. "What happened in your room?" Lynn asks.

I go inside and sit on their couch, making myself comfy. "Will and Christina had a fight. They broke up, long story. They tried to get back together, even longer story. Now I expect she is crying her eyes out. She put us all out of the room. Could you two pretend to go over just because and make sure she is okay. She seemed to want to be alone, but that won't last for a while. It was kind of my fault, so I expect she doesn't want to speak to me," I say all in one breath.

"What happened?" Marlene asks. I take a deep breath and explain it all to them. After I am done, Lynn is smirking at me. Marlene says, "I'll go. Lynn, you coming?" Lynn nods her head and I follow them out. I'm not sure where to go exactly. I end up walking down the hallway when I realize I never got Christina ice cream. I stomp down the stairs. At the bottom, I bump into somebody.

"Sorry, I didn't see where I was going," I say. Looking up, it is Zeke. He has gone to the grocery store as well. All of his things are on the floor. I notice a tampon box. "Zeke…?"

"Shauna's orders," Zeke grumbles in a sour mood.

"So that's why you're in such a piss poor attitude? No sex?" I accuse.

He laughs and says, "You got it. Now I get to spend the night with a moody, period bound girl. Her roommate isn't in town, so normally I'd use it to our advantage but…" Zeke holds up the box in exasperation.

Laughing, I say, "So Four is in your room alone?"

"Yeah. You going to do something about that, Miss Innocent?" Zeke asks before walking up the stairs. Maybe I will…

A/N: So I am still not sure what I am going to do. I will definitely be finishing this story, but probably not continuing for a long time. I have plenty of stuff still to come, though, so don't worry. It's just I am not good at writing once they are in a relationship because all of my own relationships were in middle school where we did nothing. SO my question is, if I do start a new story, what book should it be based on? The ones I could do are...

A) The Hunger Games B) The Legend series by Marie Lu C) The Host D) Percy Jackson/ Heroes of Olympus E) Twilight F) Divergent

I probably won't do A or F, and there are not too many who would see B, but they are my favorite books so I may still do it. I also may not do any for a while. If this series ends before I decide, I will update or add a chapter and tell you. For now, though, I will continue this for a while.