Chapter 38
Last time: I would be lying if I said that made feel better.
Present:
Zeke drives Uriah, Will, and me home because Shauna leaves with the girls.
"Four! Why do you seem so out of it? Like, depressed?" Will asks.
"I saw the girl I like there with another guy." I say glumly.
"That sucks! I mean, the first girl you like ever is already with someone. Who do you like?" Uriah asks.
"I'm not going to answer that question." I say.
"Yes, you are. If you don't I'm kicking you out." Zeke says.
I sigh. "Fine. But don't get all weirded out. You know what? I can walk..." I say avoiding answering the question.
"I'm locking the doors. Tell us. Now." Zeke demands.
"Okay, okay. I may or maynothavelikedTris." I mumble the last part really fast.
"What? Who?" Uriah asks.
"TRIS!" I shout, my face turning red from a combination of anger and embarrassment.
The whole car is silent for a second.
"I think you guys would be cute together." Will says breaking the awkward silence.
"Yeah." Uriah says.
"You guys are missing the point! She's taken! Four, as soon as her and Tyler's relationship ends you can make your move. But, for now we're going to find you a new girlfriend." Zeke says. I raise my eyebrow.
"And how do you suppose to do that?" I ask, "I'm about as friendly as a bed of nails."
"Yes, but you are handsome. We can work with that." Will says.
"And we can probably train you to be less... Four-ish." He finishes.
"Why do people keep calling me that? It's the second time today!" I whine.
"Because your so mean and depressing and miserable there's no word for it besides Four-ish." Will suggests.
"Fair enough." I respond.
Later at around 4 pm I get a text from Zeke saying he arranged a group date with 3 girls, one being Shauna and the other two are random girls that me and Will are going on a date with.
Will, Zeke and I arrive at the restaurant and see Shauna, a girl with unnaturally red looking hair, and a girl with light blue eyes and strawberry blonde hair.
We walk over to them.
"Hi. I'm Will. This is Zeke and that fine looking man over there is Four." Will introduces us.
"Hi. I'm Lindsey. This is my super shy friend, Mari, and I'm guessing you already know Shauna." The strawberry blonde girl says.
Mari gives a small "Hi.".
"Which one of you fine ladies is going to be my date tonight?" Will says. Lindsey laughs. "I'm your date."
The hostess leads us to our table. Mari sits across from me. I notice her bright green eyes.
"Hi. I'm Four. Don't ask." I say.
"Hi. I'm Mari. I'm shy. Don't ask." She says mocking me. I give a small chuckle.
"Did you know you just giggled?" She asks.
"No I didn't. I chuckled. I don't giggle. Giggling is for immature girls." I say looking at her like she has three heads. She smirks.
"They're synonyms." This makes me laugh. I like her.
"Well, miss smarty pants, excuuuuuuuse me!" I say drawing out the excuse. She laughs.
"You're excused." She says.
"Do I detect an accent?" I ask. She sounds Irish.
"I'm from Ireland. Yes, I was born in the place of leprechauns and shamrocks. Don't judge." She explains.
"If you're Irish, then how'd you get a name like Mari?" I ask.
"It's a nickname."
"What's your real name?" I ask. She laughs.
"Honestly, I've been using this nickname for so long I can't remember my real name. I'll ask my parents later." She says, still laughing. I laugh too.
"You know, this date isn't half as bad as I thought it would be." I say. Mari puts her hand up to her heart in fake touched-ness (AN: I know that isn't an emotion). "That's the kindest thing anyone's ever said to me." She says. I laugh again.
I wonder how everyone else's date is?
Will POV:
Help. Me.
Don't get me wrong, Lindsey is nice and all but she just isn't my type. I only like Christina. She's seemed mad at me lately but I don't now why. I wish I knew why.
"Okay, Will. Lets just stop right now. We obviously don't have any chemistry whatsoever, but we can still be friends." Lindsey says voicing my thoughts.
"Agreed. So unbelievably agreed with. I actually like another girl at the moment. She's mad at me though and I don't know why." I explain everything to Lindsey.
"So you looked for her all night of the masquerade ball except for dancing with your sister?" I nod. "Will she obviously saw you two dancing and thought you didn't like her."
Oh. That makes sense.
Sorry that that chapter was so overdue. I couldn't bring myself to a write anything.
Oh my gosh, so my friend slept over and we were talking about grades for a second (idk why) and I didn't know what her lowest grade was so I said I got 85% on a test (lol, no I didn't) and she laughed at me. Laughed at me. I got so mad. Then, as if that wasn't bad enough, the next day once she leaves my mom comes in and yells at me for my grades slipping. I was in one of those moods where you wanna take something and throw it out a window.
QOTD: When was the last time you got that feeling?
My answer: I just told you.
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