"I was deep into my fifth slice of pizza, when I caught a glance of Fours face. His eyebrows were drawn up in surprise and he was holding back a laugh.
"What?" I questioned.
"I have never seen someone eat pizza that ferociously or quickly" he laughed slightly leaning forward with his elbows on the table.
"Don't be surprised if I finish the whole thing while your heads turned" I joked back. "I mean its so good. So ridiculously goo.." I say unable to finish the sentence because I have stuffed yet another bite into my mouth.
"A man with dark skin and dark hair heads to our table, promptly stopping my gorge on pizza. His face looks harsh and unforgiving. He has a cut, slashing down his skin, from his right temple to outer cheek. He stands fully erect with perfect posture. His mere presence alone alters the mood. He must be a leader of some kind around here.
"Yeah, yeah Max I know" Four says. He flashes his hand out at Max. For the first time I notice a ring on his finger, it doesn't take me long to figure out what symbol is imprinted on it. "Surely you would know who I am by now" Four jokes, "How many years has it been?" The way Four flashed his ring to Max was interesting. It must be some kind of pass code.
Max doesn't look impressed at Fours remark. "Too many, but you know I'm not here for you" he says flicking his eyes to mine. His stare is cold, all business and no emotion. /
"Max come on she's with me" Four says.
Max cuts his off "That's not the way this works, You know the rules, she" he says pointing at me "cannot be here".
I almost smile, I think I've become addicted to shocking people. In doing the unexpected and watching the reactions I elicit. I toss my head to the side and stick my hand up, jangling the bracelet with the dauntless charm. "She…" I pause for effect "has a name" I extend my arm out for a hand shake. "I'm Six".
Max apprehensively takes my hand; he draws my hand closer to his face to inspect the charm. He chuckles showing some emotion for the first time "Ok, Four and Six" he nods before leaving the table.
I turn my head back to Four who looks dumbfounded. "Well, aren't you full of surprises?" he says impressed.
"You don't even know the half of it" I say mysteriously whilst grabbing another slice of pizza.
He smiles coyly "Never have I seen someone make taking a pizza slice sexy" I almost choke, whatever shreds of allure I had, have now died. Blood rushes to my cheeks but he just sits there handsome as ever smiling at me.
I told Four I lived five streets down from my actual house. So that he doesn't get suspicious of my pale grey house. It's practically time to wake up when my head hits my pillow. This makes getting ready for school really hard. I start the Priors, every morning routine, washing, cleaning and preparing breakfast. What's on the menu you ask? Oatmeal, with skim milk. No hate on oatmeal, I'm sure it could be eatable if you spiced it up with fruit or brown sugar or literally anything. My stomach feels unsettled as I eat breakfast. The cheesy, greasy, pizza was such a shock to my diet, it causes my stomach to cramp and grumble.
"Beatrice, are you alright?" My mother asked noticing my pale complexion.
"I think something in yesterdays lunch isn't sitting right" I respond. Its not totally untrue.
"Honey you look exhausted" My mother said, leaning over to take my hand. She has always been the softer one and as selfless as she lives, she doesn't deny her love for her kids.
"It kept my up all night. I didn't want to be a burden and get up in the middle of the night" I say as I start to feel dizzy.
"Bea, it is impossible for us to forget ourselves and serve others if we are not well enough to do so" She squeezes my hand softly. Her brown curls are pulled back into a style-less bun and I had never seen her wear makeup but she had soft features and stunning eyes. My mother is beautiful but she never lets anyone see it.
"I'll be alright, I just have to shake it off" I say holding onto the wall for support.
"No" she said sternly "your going back to bed" she stated before turning me towards the stair case.
I'm really fine" I protest, but the idea of my bed sounds really nice.
"Let me deal with school and your father" she says, practically pushing me down the hall. I graciously accept the offer of more sleep. Once on my bed I practically pass out, fully clothed.
