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TRIS POV

Chapter song: Attention by Charlie Puth

I saw him, just like he had seen me tonight.

The same gaze and the same need.

But our ideas were different.

He wanted one night and one more girl to add to his bedroom collection and me...

I want something more.

Correction.

I wanted something more.

I had promised myself and I lived up to it.

I had to get him in bed tonight. I wanted to get him out of my fucking mind.

God.. He looks so hot today.

Shut the fuck up Prior.

I don't even know where the thought of getting him out of my mind by having sex with him came in but... I knew one thing for sure.

It was high time i get this shit out of my mind.

My plan was going smooth.

I was the slut at the party today. Everyone was staring at ME.

Including him.

Then there is Al.

He is cute, I admit. But not my type.

My type.

My type is more like lean and muscular. Exposing enough to leave the rest to imagination, cheesy, probably athletic quarterback kinda guy.

Apparently I was an enemy of the quarterback but...

Fuck it.

I don't care.

Oh right! Blue eyes are my favourite.

Stop it Tris! I could feel his gaze burn holes into my eyelids as we never broke our gaze.

Chris was somewhere there grinding on Will.

And I stiffened as I felt hands on my hips.

Oh of course, it was Al.

I smile at him as i pull him closer.

My eyes immediately migrate to... him.

He was watching.

I was on track.

In the game.

Back at you Eaton.

You want to be a playboy... be one. But this time its not only you in the game but me too.

I pull Al closer by the collar and continue bobbing up to the beat.

The heat from his eyes never leave me.

Burning holes in the side of my head.

He sighs and turns around in the bar stool.

Fuck.

I turn towards Al who is super drunk... Almost slurring.

He moves his hand down and down.

AND down. Wtf.

WHAT the actual fuck. I had just asked for a dance. I push him back gently but he grabs my ass and squeezes his hand.

Panic surges through me. My body becomes still.

"Al can we you know dance a little... I... am uh not feeling comfortable." I smile at him, trying to keep my calm.

He smiles back and a second of relief seeps in.

He leans in... I think to kiss me. As fast as my reflexes can be, I move away but Al never takes his hand off.

He whispers in my ear," Honey i am going to show you such a good time. You will be begging for me again as i fuck the shit out of you. This is just the beginning."

Oh my god. I never thought Al.

Fucking hell. My limbs fall numb and my breath becomes laboured. I put a hand on his chest to push him away but he grabs them and turns me around.

" Al what the fuck, what are you doing.. Stop that! "

" Al"

The music is loud.

He is stronger than me.

I CAN'T.

No. Not me. No please. A tear slips my eye as he pushed his hips to my ass. I can feel something digging into me and Al's voice whispers in my ear.

"see what you're doing to me. No problem. One night will be enough. Just feel it okay. It'll be fine. I'll be here. And-"

What the fuck Al.

"Stop it. What the fuck. Are you out of your mind.", I scream and push against his hand. But his grip gets stronger and harder.

He begins to move against me as it try to push off him.

"Al please stop it."

He just pushes harder one of his hands going up the gem of my dress.

I struggle against him and he just grips me harder.

I feel his hand creeping up.. Higher and suddenly...

I feel light... I am floating. In the air.

I stagger out of his grip. Stumbling forward.

I hear someone speaking. Harsh.

As my senses come back in place.

I turn.

"what the fuck Al..." I hear him say. I could recognise that anywhere for he was something that had been on my mind... Fucking with my thoughts since...

"What heck man. You don't have the guts to talk to her. That doesn't mean I can't." Al says.

"are you actually even justifying yourself. Well fuck you Al. There is a difference between talking and asking and forcing yourself upon someone. When you get that difference right. Then talk."

"oh really you... Mr i am the flirting king. Are talking about that. You know what.. Get over yourself cause you are just a little piece of shit. Good for nothing."

"Four, what is he talking about. Talking to girls. What."

No.. He can't.

"well the slut of the party"... I look at Al, "Don't act so innocent Tris. I know you two have fucked before. And there is no big announcement in that. Just get your boy toy in line. We too need what your giving and not some worthless piece of shit. And this man whore here was trying to get me score with you only to back off like a looser."

Four.

What.

Something breaks inside of me. Maybe my heart.

Fear grips my heart as i hear Al blabber on. I look at him.

My mind and soul blank. Unable to comprehend what had just happened.

I stare at Al and Four pushe shis out of my sight before turning to me.

The music stops in my ear. I can se four coming towards me...

As his hand touches my shoulder, I jerk it behind to keep my self far away as possible.

"Don't touch me.", I say through gritted teeth.

How dare he. How in the fucking world he could do that to me. Using me as a bait to keep his fucking meaningless friendship alive with Al. Not in the hell of a chance was he going to get me have sex with Al.

Something shifted within me. Fuck. I was so stupid to even think that I would loose my virginity to Four. To get him off my mind. He showed me how cheap and how ducked a person can be.

I turn around as his hand hangs in the air and walk out of the room.

I grab a beer and get outside the house.

I need to get my head cleared. I hang over the rail as i feel hot tears slide down my face and drop into the bushes beneath.

He is not worth it Tris.

He is fucking not worth my tears.


(AN: Hey guys! what will happen now.)