I ignored the goosebumps and walked to the washroom in the boys locker room, changed into my gym clothes.

Zeke snaps me out of my fantasy as he yells, "Al bro, do you even know, Four, my man here is a genius at picking up women.. Request away. I'll make sure he fulfills that."

"Hey Four!", Albert says.

Al is a transfer student. He came here 2 months ago. A bit lousy with his work but I think he can manage just fine.

"Hey Al, wassup. Who is this girl Zeke is talking about?", I ask him smirking.

"It's a girl in our vocals class.. everybody knows her, you know, she's smoking hot. I just don't know how to talk."

"Al, he's super smooth with ladies, don't worry. So just tell us already who this girl is.", Zeke buts in.

"Its better if you see her... You'll be salivating by the time you ask her name. Bro... Just one night. Then maybe, she agrees on a second date." Al continues.

Now I'm really curious. I've never seen Al describe a girl to me like that.

"Okay... I'll help you, but only if I haven't slept with her", I say pointing my finger at him.

"Bro you're in danger zoneee, slim chances he hasn't slept with her if she is that hot.", Zeke TRIES to whisper into his ear.

"I think you're in the mood for a punch today Zeke". That asshole laughs off at my comment. He knows I'll not hit him.

"Okay so Four, I'm having a party on Friday.. You gotta come man. Mom's away for the coming weekend. I think it will be easier to help Al there". Turning to Al, he asks, "Your mystery girl will be there won't she?"

Al blushes a bit, "Yep she'll be there... She always comes to the school parties."

"Great, now let kick some asses on the field" he says as he walks out.

As I start to leave behind Zeke, Al stops me saying" Four I'm sorry man but I think you have already slept with her but please help me. You know I'm bad with girls... I--"

"I'll see what I can do man", I say with a nod and head out to the track field.


"Good game, Eaton", Amar says as I walk towards him smirking.

"They chose to keep him in?", I ask.

"Yeah, unfortunately. He doesn't deserve this position but it's not in my hand alone kiddo.", Amar frowns.

Hayes, jersey no. 14, centre-midfield. Peter Hayes was caught for doping last year's finals. His 'judgement' , was today. Was he to stay in the team or not.

Of course they chose to keep him in... No punishments at all... Just a warning. His dad is a big shot, a contributor of the Dauntless football team and therefore a part of the school football council. I fucking hate him.

"Practice over, extra time tomorrow. Clear your schedules, boys. Pack up now", he yells.

"So it's a wrap of the day." he says and goes on to pat my back. I wince.

"Sorry kiddo, it was bad last night?", Amar asks.

"At least I didn't pass out.", I answer.

"Okay come on, take a shower. Tori will wrap you up.", Amar says coolly.

I like this about Amar and Tori, they never saw me as a kicked puppy. As a coward or some 'poor' little boy. They saw me as a survivor. Someone patient and strong from within. Someone who doesn't break real easy.

I jog to catch up with Zeke.

"Bro, Hayes is still in."

"Are you fuckin kidding me. How is that douchebag still in? Has Amar gone crazy. You know I'm sure he's fuckin someone on the council. His dad alone can't save him!"

"You know Amar can't do much in here", I defend.

"Yeh Yeh whatever, I know that but dude really who the hell invites himself to a party and forces himself into the circle of truth and dare where he doesn't get one shit of attention. Doesn't he have any self respect". Zeke yells.

"Well if he had any he would not be on the team right now."

As Peter passes us towards the locker room. Zeke yells to him. "Kiss my ass, Hayes."

Peter makes a face and runs ahead to the locker room.

"What a fucking Pancycake"

We freshen up in our locker room and I wait in the shower for most of the guys to leave. I usually stay back to practice more so that all of them have left but today i need to make Marcus a 5 star meal. I don't even know what that means.

As Zeke waits for me today I tell him that I had to talk to Amar about college and he could leave.

I take out my fresh shirt and my wrap and head to Amar's room.

"Ewwww Four, who the hell wears the same sweaty shirt after a shower", Tori grimaces.

"I left my extra extra shirt at home Tori. And I need to rush back early"

"Okay up up Amar, let him sit down". She waves him to get up while I pull off my shirt. It already has a few small stains but it's not that bad.

Tori starts to wipe down my back gently and she starts wrapping up expertly. I flinch much less today as I feel the wrap going up and down my abdomen.

"Soooooooo... what was that in class today Four?", Tori asks while she continues.

"What was what?", I ask pretty innocently. I know exactly what she is referring to.

... The argument with Tris.

"Cut out the act Four. You know that I don't like putting up with crap. Just get to the point.", she commanded.

I mumble into my mouth, "I don't want to talk about it right now."

"What is it that you're not telling me guys?", Amar chips in from the stretcher bed we have in his office.

"Just the fact that our old guy here had a huge ass argument with the girl he likes in class and was just going to go to the principal's office today.", Tori says without a care.

"What the fuck Tori. And we always argue. There's nothing new there. It was just a disagreement. That's all. End of discussion."

"Mr. Eaton", she starts full of sass, "don't you dare deny that you like her. You Mister, I have seen you at your most vulnerable points of life so don't you fucking think that I am naive when it comes to your feelings. You know...I saw both you outside the room... I didn't want to disturb you so I decided to stay inside a bit longer. Duh... You looked like you were ready to pass out when you touched her."

Even though she is so close to the description of how bad I was freaking out, I feel passing out is a word too less intense for what I felt like. Ughhhhh...now I have an other thing to worry about.

Amar.

As if on cue, his voice booms through my ears, "Now I, really need to know the name of this girl. You should ask her out."

"It's our T--", Tori starts but I cut her off.

"TORI STOP!"

Amar has always tried to set me up. He thinks dating will take my mind off things at 'HOME'. I know he must be right to some extent, but, I don't want a relationship of pity. I will certainly not be opening up to whoever the hell is my partner and that's final. I can't drag anyone else into this mess.

"I don't date Amar. You know that. So quit trying.", I say with a huff.

"Okay stop huffing away like that. I'll stop okay", he puts his hands up by his side.

I take a last look at him as Tori finishes wrapping up my back. I slip on my fresh sweatshirt and leave their office when Tori yells after me, "You never said that you don't like her. Give it a shot number boy."

I glare back at her as I continue down the hallway.

I can see her shoulders moving as she laughs and Amar asking her about the girl again. Before she can answer, I yell out to her, " I'll fucking kill you Tori. Don't you dare tell him."

But after all she is Tori. She leans over to Amar and whispers in his ear. At the same time Amar's eyes widen.

Dang it!


(AN: Here you go!)