Chapter Seven
Tris POV
I'm starting to get mad. I came at 5 o'clock sharp. He's making me lose sleep that I greatly need. It's 5:27. I start pacing around the hallway.
"I didn't think you'd show up."
"Yet here I am. What took you so long" I spit out.
"I got held up. Breaking up with someone isn't easy."
I quickly turn around. I study him closely.
"Why do you want to talk to me?"
"Tris, I don't want you to hate me. I can't make you my friend. I can't say two words and hope that you forgive mr for everything I've done." He takes two steps and he's close enough to my face that we're sharing the same breath. He wraps his fingers around my chin, tilting my head up.
"But I will do everything humanly possible to make you know that I want to be your friend. Like Will, Christina, and Al. I want you to see me as a shoulder to cry on."
He's still leaning in closer to my face.
"What do you say?" His nose brushes mine. I lean in closer but quickly avert from his lips to his ear.
"I say, we should get ready to go like Al." I say with a smirk.
Four's head whips around to find a very surprised Al. Both of their jaws are slightly open.
"I uh we are uh the bus" Al stutters.
"Yeah, okay, we'll be there in a second" says Four. I'm surprised with how easily he can turn on the bad boy act. It's like he was trained to do it. Al walks toward me. He gives me a hug. I still cringe.
"I thought you hated him" he whispers into my ear.
"He wants to work stuff out." He pulls away
"Christina said that if you don't come she'll drag you, young lady" he says while pointing a finger at me.
"We'll talk later, Tris" says Four. He walks toward me, giving me yet another hug.
"In private" he whispers in my ear. making me feel tingles.