Chapter Eighteen
Four's POV
She gets up and dusts her pajamas.
"I'm gonna go get the snacks. Want anything" Tris says averting her eyes. I can't mess this up.
"How about I go with you?"
"Sure, why not" she says smiling. Good, I didn't mess anything that we just got up. As we walk I notice that she didn't put on any pants, so she's just wearing the boxers and t-shirt. She's beautiful without even knowing it. I skim her legs and almost bump into the door which Tris is holding open. She raises an eyebrow and I start to blush.
"Hm, I'm getting a lot of candy and you can't judge me. I can be fat at time" Tris says while laughing.
"Trust me, I am the definition of being fat" I say laughing too. She puts in five dollars and punches in a few numbers and letters. When she's done she has skittles, a Hershey's bar, Doritos, and a granola bar. She goes to the soda machine and gets a sprite.
"You weren't kidding when you said you want to eat everything" I say with a chuckle. She cringes.
"What is it?"
"N-nothing." She tries to sound reassuring but she seems distant, as if to be remembering something. I just get a coke and we leave. I help her carry some of her stuff. We see some people dressed in suits, ties, and dresses. Tris scans the group and her gaze stops on one guy. Is it her boyfriend?
"C-Caleb?" She barely whispers it.
"Caleb!" The boy turns and his eyes turn to saucers when he sees her. Has to be an ex.
"Beatrice?" Beatrice? My face contorts. I never thought of Tris being a nickname. It's meant perfectly for her. Beatrice, well, it's for someone soft and fragile. She puts all the things in my arms, runs to him and throws herself in his arms. Boyfriend. They have a conversation I can't hear. I clear my throat. They both look at me.
"Oh. Four this is my older brother, Caleb." Oh.
"Are you her boyfriend or something?" My eyes widen.
"Uh no I'm just her friend" I murmur.
"Caleb Pri- who's this" I hear a women dressed in blue, like everyone in that group, ask. I recognize her. I've seen her at some of my dads dinner parties. I now see I also recognize Tris's brother. And her parents. They're divorced.
"This is my sister, Beatrice. She's here on a road trip with her senior class."
"Caleb, what are you doing here" she asks.
"Well" the women interferes "we are here to see the sanitation rate of this hotel. As you know, your father, Andrew built this hotel so" she was cut off by Tris.
"What! I didn't know that! I have to see him. Where can he be contacted by? Do you know where he is? Maybe I can" she's cut off by the women.
"I done believe you know me. Jeanine Matthews. Yes, I can contact you to your father. He works for me." She says it proudly. I see Tris's nose twitch. Caleb is looking at the floor.
"He w-works for you."
"Beatrice, can we talk" I hear Caleb say.
"It's Tris."
As they talk Jeanine looks me up and down. I'm in shorts, a black t-shirt, and sandals. I shift from one foot to another. Tris comes back, her ears red. Uh oh.
"Do have a business card or something so I can go see my dad." Jeanine hands me a card. 'Matthews Architecture.' It states their phone number, address, and a list of things they do.
"I hope to see you soon, Beatrice" Jeanine says and leaves.
"B- Tris can we" Caleb starts.
"No, Caleb, we can't."