CHAPTER PLAYLIST: Sunday Best by Augustana

POV's: Four, Tris


CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

FOUR

Tris turns around and retreats to her table. As I watch her, I see an unfamiliar boy grab her by the waist, hoisting her up. Before Tris can do anything, the boy covers her eyes with his hand and Tris starts thrashing around.

Alarmed, I stand up and Uriah does the same. Our eyes meet from across the table and we both nod; an unspoken agreement to 'rescue' Tris and beat the living shit out of the guy. Barely stepping ten feet away from our table, though, we see Tris' flailing stop. The guy extracts his hand that was covering her eyes. He lets go of her waist as well and Tris lands back on the floor with a thud. Confused, Uriah and I watch from a distance, still not certain if the guy means harm.

Tris whips her head around, her blonde curls whirling around her, looking at the guy. Her eyes widen with shock, then recognition and she utters a word—possibly the guy's name. The dude stands a few feet in front of her with a smirk plastered on his face and his hands jammed into the pockets of his pants.

In a blink of an eye, Tris closes the distance between her and the guy. And she slaps him.

Hard.

I jump back a little, a bit shocked at what the fuck just happened. The sound of Tris' palm colliding with the unknown guy's cheek sounds through the room and almost the entire school turns to look at Tris and her, uh, companion. Secretly, I feel a shiver of happiness as I conclude that Tris and the guy are not exactly friends as of the moment.

"You don't just do that!" Tris exclaims while jabbing a finger at the guy's chest. An amused smile finds its way to my face. What happened next, though, cleaned that smile clear off of my face.

Tris' anger visibly dissipates and the yet-to-be-named guy sees this, opening his arms. Tris comes barreling into his outstretched arms; she snuggles into his chest and he wraps his arms around Tris firmer.

A sharp pain stabs my heart and I have the sudden urge to sit down. And so I do, still no taking my eyes off the two. They appear to be having a conversation. The guy looks around the room and his expression reads of something like: I don't care about these people watching—Oh wait! There were people?!

He turns back to Tris. The cafeteria was awfully silent as we watch the scene unfold, so their words were pretty clear.

"I just wanted to let them know that you," the guy speaks in a British accent before kissing Tris' forehead. I curl my fists around the table's end.

"Are," he goes lower, kissing her nose gently. I see my knuckles turn white form my tight grip. I don't let go, but instead grit my teeth.

"Mine," he concludes as their lips meet. Almost automatically, Tris snakes her arm around his neck with the guys hand still firmly planted on Tris' waist. She smiles into the kiss.

God, the moment—their moment, seems so intimate, it feels as though all of us staring were intruding something private; that maybe we should look away.

I don't, though. I stare at them as they continue to kiss. I want to look away but I can't, I can't. And the longer I watch, the more painful everything is at the moment. My body was on fire and it was most definitely not in the good way. My muscles feel like they might atrophy. My brain feels like it might turn blow to bits. My heart feels like it might just slice itself open right now. MY ribs felt like they might shatter.

And.

I.

Can't.

Breathe.


TRIS

Here's a secret:

I didn't feel anything. No sparks, no combustion of atoms, no big bang; nothing. It wasn't like before, where whenever our skins met, it felt like an electric shock; every time our lips collided, it felt like we were in a universe of our own with the sensation of the big bang between the fusion of or lips. Oh, no no no. This time wasn't like before anymore.

Because this time, when I kissed Robert, there was nothing.


A/N You guys have no idea how sorry I am fro not updating for three weeks (!?) I got busy with a play I was and currently am directing for our school. First there was the scrip then poof! Next thing I know, I was yelling profanities and crumpling scripts and such, so that was the biggest hindrance to my updating.

Oh, and it has come to my attention, only now, that I GODDAMN FUCKING WON THAT CONTEST ABOUT THE BEST BRITISH INVASION (?) STORY. Like WHAT THE FUCK GUYS, OMG I DIDN'T KNOW THAT YOU GUYS LOVED THIS STORY THAT MUCH. Anyways, thank you to not only to those who voted but also to those who are reading, read, favourited, followed and reviewed this story. Love you so so so much. Like beyond anything

I won't be able to update for the next two-three weeks since hell week is this week, then the week after that is exam week, THEN THE WEEK AFTER THAT would be the premiere of our play and a dancing presentation so wish me luck! I promise a long chapter though when I get back. Woops sorry for this long Author's Note.

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