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FOUR POV

I punch in my code into the locker to get my jersey out. As I fumble with the papers scattered I feel a presence beside me.

"Good job you showed up...finally."

I can recognise that voice anywhere. I sigh to myself but do not turn around. It has been 2 days since she sent that damn message.

"Hello Tris"

"I think we agreed that it would be nothing different than the usual" Tris says.

This makes me turn around. What does she even think of herself. Sending that damn message would make everything okay. She wants it to be normal even though SHE was the one who sent that fucking message.

I feign innocence, "Why what's wrong. Is it different?" I look at myself down at my clothes and then at her, checking out her clothes.

Goddamn she has to look that hot.

"I think everything looks the same. Anything different?"

Her nostrils flare out, "You're an ass."

"Oh thank you." I turn back to my locker.

"Well Eaton, you think everything is the damn same huh? Where were you yesterday?... Oh wait. You didn't want to face me so you dragged your dumb ass brain to home doing some stupid paperwork of your father's, isn't it?"

That gets me. "You talked to Zeke?" I grit through my teeth. That's what I tell him when I am home beaten up by that shithead.

"Well someone is running out of excuses lately isn't it?" she smiles an overly sarcastic smile.

I glare at her never leaving eye contact. "Whats your problem."

"Four, why are you ignoring me?" she raises her voice, some heads snap towards us. This is not a thing to talk about in front of people.

I grab her arm and slam my locker shut pull her with me into a janitors closet.

"Well, you know what your fucking problem is? It is that you are lost. You don't know what you want from yourself or others. So put the blame on the person in front of you. If you ever really wanted it to be normal, you would have never sent that fucking stupid message. You get that" I say pointing at her.

" Well it would have been normal if you had the guts to face me not being a coward and slipping into your rat hole. You left me on fucking read instead of talking to me. And you..." she jabs me on my chest. "Used me. You used me just to add my name to some fucking list that you might have made up so that you can flaunt around that you slept with the only girl who wasn't ready to do it. Well congratulations Mr Eaton. You successfully completed your mission." she screams back.

Shit. She thinks I just wanted to have sex. And it was all... Only sex. No. I look at her. She is so beautiful, her eyes glisten with water. She really thinks that I used her. No. I admit. I wanted to, so fucking bad. But I can't go further. Not further than an one night stand. So I let it go. Even though it breaks me inside. I let her go.

"I did not use you okay. Just get that shit out of your mind. You too. Wanted this Tris and the text right in my phone is a proof that you did and still fucking do. So it would be much better if you admit it, suck it up and leave this alone. This..." I take out the text on my phone showing it to her," This cannot happen. That was only one night Tris. We cannot do this again. It was the deal"

"I am not in the hell asking for a relationship."

"Well I think you should have thought about it before you agreed on that fucking date. It would be much better if go and fuck that guy whoever he was? I hope he makes you equally happy and-" I hear the lock twist open and a janitor enters the closet only to stop short after seeing us.

"umm" he clears his throat, " I hope you kids are done with whatever you were doing. School is about to start" he says.

I take a last glare at Tris and walk past him out of the closet.

The day goes by as it always does and I couldn't get that fight out of my mind.

Tris needs to calm the duck down and I can't get attached to her. What in the world did she even mean that she wasn't looking for a relationship.

I don't look at her the entire day. Keep working, doing my job. One week... Just one week ago we were fine. Getting along with our day, throwing out random flirts at each other. Well the weekend changed it all.

Sure of my decision I try to ignore her presence the whole day. Unfortunately, the cheer team had their new practice area ready, right next to the football field and the girls were supposed to practice for the seasons opening ceremony to be held 2 weeks later.

I kick the ball hard.

"Goooooooaaaaal yaaas bitch suck it up" Zeke yells showing a middle finger to Peter. I fling my shirt and sweat droplets fall off to the ground with it.

"Positions" I hear Amar yell.

My attention goes to the cheer practice corner where Tris stands in her uniform and her hair up in a messy bun, her back to me and talking to her friends.

"Four attention" Amar yells. The ball whizzed past me to the opponents player. I dodge Drew coming straight at me and run after the ball, adrenaline kicks in as they expertly pass the ball to each other and get it to the goal. Simon, our goalie gets it but they fort the area to put it back into the goal from the other corner.

"What the fuck are you doing Four" I hear Zeke yell.

"Boys language. You are still a part of the school team"

Zeke stops being me giving a slap to my already aching shoulder, "We will get it next time. You okay?" he asks with a nod. I nod back mutely, my eyes travelling back to the cheer practice where I caught Tris looking at me, fire in her eyes. She averts her gaze and Nita catches my attention.

Shit.

She smiles at me. And raises her hand to wave. Her uniform, yeh skimpiest, showing off her ass. I nod my head in acknowledgment just to not come out as too rude. I concentrate back on teh game tuning out the voices of the cheering team.

The practice stretches for the next 1 hour and people start packing up. I see Tori slip out uniforms to teh girls as they take them back. Tris lingers back.

Packing up teh leftovers into a carton.

It looks like she is going home on her own today. Chris hugs her and leaves towards the school building. As teh boys exit the field I remain for the extra practice.

My back is ripped bad today and I really need Amar to help me out. I pick up the ball and start kicking it against the goal.

Tris stalks to me and glares at me till I stop with my anger on the ball.

I sigh. "What happened?"

"We never got to finish our conversation. "

"Does it matter, the answer is still no. "

"Four stop being a d*ck."

I face her my head full of irritation and a part of me wanting to fuck her right here right now of she asks one more time. Why does she want it with me.

" Okay Tris, look I am sorry I did not even address you today and the text. But I don't think this is going to work out. I only... Fuck" I lower my voice well aware that Amar was standing just meters away. "I can't be in a relationship. I will just end up breaking your heart because that is what I have ever done to every other girl so there is no point-"

"I don't want to be in a relationship Four. You are practically the only one who knows..."

I see Amar watching me silently.

I lower my voice even further.

"Do you have a ride home?" I ask her.

"What the fuck you care about the ride right now!"

"Tris we cannot have this conversation right now okay. I saw Chris leave. Ill drop you home. We will talk on the way. Can you wait for half an hour?"

She sighs. "I don't like fighting". "okay 5o clock. I'll be in the parking area."

"Thank you so much", and she turns around and enters the building. I continue with the practice.

I knew it was going to happen, as of on queue Amar comes beside me.

He folds his arms across his chest and sighs. Rounding about as I kick the ball and receive it back.

" Trouble in paradise."

I catch the ball in my hand and still in front of him.

"Fuck paradise"

"You are so bad whipped" he says.

My head snaps to him in anger, "What the hell Amar!"

"No just look at you how calm you were when talking to her" he says.

"Should have seen this morning"

"What changed?"

"What do you mean?"

"You guys were not even talking to each other a few days ago, the last time I saw you guys... You were chickening out. And now?"

"Now what Amar. We always have fought and we always will fight"

"I am married kiddo. These fights don't happen without a reason. See experience talks." he smirks.

"It is just a misunderstanding okay!" I raise my voice in frustration.

"Did you fuck up?"

"I don't know."

"Its okay you can talk to me".

"I told you it was just a misunderstanding".

"I know you better than that kid".

Heat burned in my chest, I was fucking irritated, angry, frustrated. I had no control anymore.

"Just leave it alone Amar."

"Okay take your time. But as we told you... Me and Tori, give yourself a chance"

"And I told you that I am not going to do that shit. I am not worth it."

"You are more than what you show."

"I am just a man whore okay. That is what they think and it would be the best that way".

"But you're not. You're not just that".

"Amar!"

"Four, you pose to be like that. It is not you. You have to open up to someone. You have to choose tha-"

"I FUCKING SLEPT WITH HER OKAY!"

It comes as a shock to me and not only to Amar. What I just said.

I lower my voice to digest what I had just done.

"I slept with her... and now I am in deep shit" I whisper.

Amar sighs. "You fucked up real bad kiddo." looking at me.

I knew my story with Tris.. had to end. Now or... NEVER.

(AN: Hey guys. This just came to me suddenly. And I wrote it down. So 2 chapters in a day. Yaaay!!)