(AN: Finally the Friday we have been waiting for!!)
Four pov
Chapter song: Never be the same by Camilla Cabello
Something lingered in the air as I approached her.
I felt... close? As if she was familiar from somewhere.
Zeke says that I am the flirting king of the school. Girls practically throw themselves at me.
To be honest, it is fucking irritating.
I usually an confident when I talk to girls, but this one... she was incredibly hot... especially in that dress but i felt a sudden burn within me.
The burn of nervousness. My stomach was doing somersaults and my ear tips started to heat up.
Wtf.. Stop it Four Eaton. You're being a d*ck.
Fucking get yourself in action.
So I pluck up all my confidence, super aware of girls staring at me as I passed.
As I puch through the crowd, she places her hands upon the counter where Drew was eyeing her, his eyes full of lust. As he slid the glass over the counter to her, he smirked at her.
Trying to be as smooth as possible, ready with my pickup line, I slide into one of the barstools near the girl.
I don't look at her.
You see, it's a strategy.
Let them notice you.
Every time I have ever used this trick, the girl had been beneath me on the bed.
Every fucking time.
This blue dress girl doesn't even look at me.
Neither do I, caught up in my own ego. I look ahead and ask Drew to pass me on a fresh beer.
Drew had volunteered to bartend half of the shift in return of Zeke's homework to copy.
I cleared dmy throat.
"Sanders, pass me a fresh beer would you, please?"
He popped open a beer and slid it across to me.
She shifted in her chair, "You know you don't have to be such a bitch. Its not like I'll strangle you of you talk to me."
Heat rose slowly through my body.
My ears.
My face
My cheeks.
Something dropped in my stomach.
I could recognise that voice anywhere.
Even in the height of noise.
As her voice filtered through the blasting music, I realised... Al had his eyes on...
The only girl I hadn't slept with and wanted to
... so bad.
My head snapped towards her.
Fuck.
"You're up for a dance Eaton?", she raised an eyebrow.
At my silence, she shrugged and walked across me towards the dance floor.
I dumbly gaped at her and her voice cut through my thoughts.
"Surprised? Don't worry. I surprised myself too." she says.
Fucking Eaton.
Something swirled within me as she walked away.
I sat there, numb as I saw Al waving at me asking me what happened and Chris joining Tris on the floor giving a surprise squeal.
"Isn't she hot? God I want..."
"Shut the Fuck up Drew."
"Careful, I am bartending tonight. You won't be getting anything anymore. Check your tone" he says.
"What the Fuck... Whatever."
I saw Al throwing his beer can in the thrash. He seemed... aggressive?
He eyed me and started walking... I thought towards me. But he diverted towards Tris.
What a prick.
I saw them talking and Al joining in with Tris and Chris.
Her hips swayed with the rhythm.
Right.
Left
Right.
Left.
Her long legs exposed were like a curse to a viewer. To be able to see her but not touch her.
Her long wavy hair swayed with th music, inviting in all the men in the room.
But the most beautiful thing,
Could not compete with anything.
Colours shifted and swirled in nher eyes... heavy with something. Dark and inviting. Her eyes flicked to mine. And she kept them there. Neither did I, try to move them.
She held my gaze and put her hands up in her hair.
Jumping and bobbing to the beat. But never taking her eyes off me.
It is so intense. I know she is up to something.
I felt the lingering hear as she smirked and broke the gaze turning towards Al who was trying to dance and keep up with her.
I was knocked into reality as i saw Chris smirk at Tris and Al and turn away to go to Will.
Shit.
Something burned within me. Something was killing me.
I CAN'T let fucking Al touch her.
He is fucking drunk and he called her a slu-...
Fuck.
I tried to ignore the feeling.
She is not mine and will never be mine.
I CAN'T pull her into my shit.
Even though 8 had never expected Tris to be the girl Al talked about but i had given him my word.
Maybe Al is just drunk eight now and is being too forward.
He is a good guy.
Someone worthy of Tris. Patient and caring.
I knew Al was the one not to cross lines. Lines I had drawn but just a very tiny part of me gave me the benifit of doubt.
Doubt at Al. Maybe everyone is a bit damaged. He has to have something not quiet right about him.
But at least he is fucking better than me.
He can take care of her. Give her what she wants and what she needs.
They moved together.
The rhythms and their movements matching.
Anger rose within me as Al put his hand on her hips and moved with her.
She pulled him closer and that fucking asshole had a huge smirk on his face.
Shit.
She was doing this on purpose.
I don't even know why.
She wanted it... With Al.
I had been believing, all along, maybe there were indications of me getting my shit straight and giving this a chance. This thing... Dating? Kinda.
But i was wrong. She had made a choice. And it was Al... Not me.
(AN: Guys let me know if you have any reviews or good ideas to gibe the story some mor incidents)
