A/N-Hope everyone had a great week! Enjoy the chapter! Bethany x

Chapter 9- A confession.

"Two mojitos and two sex on the beaches!" I shout over the deathening noise of the mountain top bar. I've squeezed myself between 2 people, finally getting to the front. From Friday to Sunday night the bar turns into some sort of nightclub, playing music and removing the majority of tables, leaving a wide opening for a dance floor.

The bartender nods, then moves away to fulfil the order. I down the rest of my half drunk cocktail, not wanting to carry more than I need. The bartender comes back, placing the drinks on the counter. I pay, thank him, then move back into the room.

I push past the sling of partygoers, and head outside. In the left corner are the tables we've claimed. The only people at the table, at the moment, are Uri and Will.

Uriah watched me place the drinks on the surface. "What about me?" He asks in disbelief.

"How many hands do you think I have?"

Will, chiming in, says, "you'd actually be able to balance a fifth drink by putting pressure on the glass from the other four." He sits back, squeezing Uri's shoulder in solace.

I point at Uriah's half drunk vodka and coke, "Drink that one first and I'll think about getting you another."

I sit down, taking a sip from my own drink. I look around, trying to see if I can catch a glimpse of Four. I didn't see him inside and he's not out here. Disappointed, I slouch into my chair, "so, do you two-"

I'm interrupted by a glass banging on the table. Uri's empty glass. He grins, flipping it upside down. Leaning over the table, he wags his eyebrows, "Chop, chop."

I push his head back as Will laughs. Instead of getting back up to get him another, I just push Mar's sex on the beach towards him. "You owe Mar a drink."

He takes it happily, sipping out of the pink straw, "Mar loves me, she'll be more than happy to share." My eyes move to Will's, and find him already looking back at me. I raise my brows.

Grinning, I lean over the table slightly, "So, Uri…" He looks up, thinning his eyes when he catches my grin, "when you going to ask Mar out."

"When am I going to ask Mar out?" He shakes his head, falling back into his seat, "more like when is she going to ask me out."

"You two are impossible."

He sits up straighter. My eyes widen, catching onto my mistake. "You two?"

I start to shake my head. "No, no! I didn't say anything." I promised Mar I wouldn't tell anyone, all three of us did. Even though everyone knows Mar and Uri like each other, it still feels like a breach of our friendship to let it slip, but… "Okay, fine. Mar obviously likes you and you like her-"

He's up before I even finish. I watch him go, dumbfounded. "No way you didn't know!" He doesn't reply, instead making his way inside. I watch him through the glass windows, but lose him as he goes into the crowd.

Turning back to Will, I'm speechless. Will sits there, a confused smile on his face, still gazing through the windows. He looks back at me, "I guess he really didn't know?"

"Yeah," I breathe out. I hear the door go again, and look back around. Lynn exits the door Uriah entered, heading to the other side of the balcony, around the corner. My mind travels back to that evening in our room, getting ready to go out. "Oh, shit," I say under my breath. Downing the rest of my drink, I stand, grabbing hers. "Two seconds," I say to Will. Although seeming puzzled, he brushes me off.

I move swiftly, only stumbling once before finding Lynn leaning on the rail. How many drinks has it been now? Four? Five?

I slow down, standing next to her. I lean on the rail, too, but rest my head on my padded arms. "Hey."

She looks over, giving me a smile that doesn't reach her eyes. "Hey." I push the mojito towards her. She chuckles, nodding. "Thanks."

She goes back to staring in the distance. I look out too, just catching the town's lights turning off. It's pretty dark now, only a small spotlight on the bar's wall producing any light.

My eyes travel back to Lynn, wondering what I should say- if I should say anything.

My chest squeezes tight. Feeling useless, I ask, "do you want to talk about it?"

She shakes her head. I go back to looking out at the darkness, thinking for a moment. Thinking about… What was I thinking about? I put my hand out in front of me, wondering if I'll be able to see it in the black abyss. I can.

Lynn pulls my arm back in. "How much have you had to drink?"

I think it over, "Only a few," I pull at her arm, trying to read her watch, "what's the time?"

"Nearly 12."

I really shouldn't stay out too much longer. Bud's got a test set for tomorrow's class. I sigh out loud, all the heaviness I'm carrying suddenly crashing down. I look at Lynn, my least problematic friend. I know I shouldn't do it, not with her having her own problems to deal with, but I can't stop the words from falling out of my mouth. I'm so going to regret this in the morning. "Peter and I aren't really dating." It comes across as an unsure mumble, my mouth against my sleeve.

"You think I don't know that?"

I stand up straight, my mind clearing for a few seconds. "Does everyone know?" Because if everyone know then Al knows and-

"No," she says, "but I'm sure Chris and Mar are onto you." She winces as she says Marlene's name. Cocking her head to the side, she says, "I know it wasn't true because you're so shit at hiding your feelings."

"Huh?" I ask, confused. Hiding my feelings for who? Peter?

She rolls her eyes, "Don't play dumb now, Tris. I see the way you look at Four." My mouth drops open, any response on my tongue forgotten. She grins, "I knew it."

"How?" I croak out. Have I been that obvious?

She looks at me like I'm stupid, "You literally can't keep your eyes off of him."

"He's very good looking," I mumble under my breath.

She chuckles, "he sure is." She turns to me then, smile no longer on her face. "Now, tell me the real reason why you're fake dating Peter."

...

Lynn's mojito later, and I've finished recounting the past few weeks. "We're in a fight at the moment." My head falls against the wall behind me, the wooden slats under my bum starting to feel like they've left a dent in my bones. "But this is a real fight." I amend. He's not here tonight, which makes me nervous. Al's not here either, not feeling up for it.

"He's bluffing," Lynn responds, "If he sees you as his only way in, then he's not going to kick dirt on his lucky charm."

I lean my head on her shoulder, eyes feeling heavy. "I just want it to be over, I don't like lying to everyone."

She leans her head on mine, "If you'd just had told Al-"

"Yeah, yeah," I cut her off, "you're just reiterating my inner monologue."

I feel her body vibrate with a small laugh, "You've really gotten yourself in it this time, Tris." I hum in response, shutting my eyes for a few moments. "What are you going to do about Four?"

I open my eyes slowly, peering up at her. "There's nothing to do with him; he doesn't see me like that."

"Sure."

I lift my head, "What are you trying to say?"

She shrugs, but her eyes sparkle, "you're going to have to figure that out for yourself."

...

"You sure you'll be okay going down by yourself?"

She nods, zipping up her coat. We're stood out the front, the wind a lot stronger than it was out the back. I grab my hat out of my pocket, and pull it over her head. I can't help but smile at her, grateful to have her as my friend.

She laughs, stepping away, "I can see you about to get soppy."

I pout, "I am not!" But not being able to help myself, I blurt out, "I just want to make sure you know that you can talk to me. I don't want you thinking that you're alone."

"I know I can talk to you, Tris," she says softly, "I just can't right now." I nod, trying to clear the haze of my mind. I give blinking away the blurriness a go, only seeing a minor difference. Before I stop though, my eyes catch onto a moving figure behind her. "Well that's not creepy," I mutter to myself. Lynn, following my line of sight, turns around. Her shoulders tense, and I see her take a step to the side, hiding my view of the shadow person.

But soon enough, her shoulders relax, and she lets out a breathy laugh. "Hey, Four!"

That definitely catches my attention, and I move around Lynn, getting a better view. He's still in full black, only becoming visible in the light. I wonder if that's his favourite colour.

"You're going to get run over wearing that." I say when he gets close enough to hear.

He looks down at his clothes, then to Lynn, then back to me. I give him a toothy grin, wrapping my arms around myself.

"I'm going to get run over on the ski slopes?" He repeats slowly.

I nod back just as slow, "Rogue skiers? Rogue cars…?"

He chokes out a surprised laugh. "Right, yes, how could I forget."

I seem to slip from both of their minds, as they start talking to each other. "How much has she had to drink?" Four questions.

She shakes her head, "No clue, but she finished off my drink in less than a minute, so I'm going to assume a few."

"I'm right here…?"

They ignore me, chatting away. "Can you look after her? I was going to head down." My face scrunches at Lynn's suggestion. I'm not a baby.

And because I'm not a baby, I decide to leave. Turning around, I head right, to the edge of the cliff where Peter and I stood that one time. If I remember correctly, I could see a good chunk of the mountain range-

"Whoa," I hear behind me, hands encasing my arms from the back. I'm turning around before I know it. Four's holding me, while Lynn has begun to walk back over. "I've got it," he says to Lynn, laughing slightly, "go ahead."

I turn my attention back to him, wondering why he's stopping me from looking over the slope. "Can I go now…?"

His brows draw together. My hands twitch to smooth the lines away. "And go where?" He asks, "off the side of the slope?"

"No!" I feel a smile coming, and try and hold it back, "I just wanted to look out-"

He's turning me around as he talks, moving us towards the door, "It's pitch black, Tris. You're not going to see anything."

I sigh, letting him push me through the door. I wince at the piercing music coming from the front of the room. It's packed in here, and I don't know which way I'm supposed to be walking. Four comes around my side, standing slightly in front of me. He leans down, saying into my ear, "going to the balcony!" I start to nod, unzipping my jacket. God, it's boiling in here.

He's pointing at the mass of people on the dance floor. I'm about to tell him he's pointing at people dancing, and not outside, when he takes my hand, pulling me through the bodies.

I grin, staring at the back of his head. His large hand encases my own, his strong grip locking us into place. I let him pull me along, just enjoying the feeling of his skin on mine.

We make it to the other side of the room, Four pushing the glass doors open with one hand. As soon as they shut again, I can finally hear myself think. I look around Four, seeing if anyone is sitting at the table. The balcony is pretty empty except for a few people smoking to my right.

I point to the mass of coats and bags, "we're over there."

We walk over, and my body starts to feel cold. It wasn't this cold when we we're just outside a minute ago? Did it plummet another 5 degrees since we walked through-

He lets go of my hand, yanking on my coat. I look down, watching him zip it up. When he gets to the top, he moves some hair away from my neck, his fingers grazing the skin just below my ear.

"I didn't think you were going to come," I say quietly. He looks up slowly, and I realise how close our faces are to each other.

"Yeah," he says, "I wasn't going to." His fingers are still holding onto the zip, "but I guess it's lucky I did."

Any confidence I had disappears in an instant, the fog in my mind almost clearing completely. My eyes uncontrollably flicker down to his lips. His hand travels up, placing some unruly hair behind my ears. "Tris, I-"

"There you are!" Comes from behind. I spin around, and feel Four move back. My body cools down immediately as he moves away. Zeke comes stumbling out, pint in hand. He's alone, the door slamming behind him.

If there was any semblance of alcohol left in my body, it disappears immediately. Zeke moves forward clumsily, but impressively keeps his drink from spilling. "I've been looking for you for hours!" He grins at me, but his eyes light up when he notices Four. "Four!" Adoration crests his face, and I hold back a laugh. He goes to speed up, but trips instead. I grab one arm as Four gets the other. Zeke's drink sloshes over the side, splashing Four's arm. I nearly catch Four's glance, but he's looking back at Zeke before I can do anything with it.

"Do you know," Zeke slurs, turning to me. One arm's wrapped around my neck, whilst the other is wrapped around Fours. "Four is my best friend. No, brother! Forget about Uriah!" He grins, staring straight into Four's eyes. "I love you." A laugh bursts out of me, both from Zeke's drunken admission, and from the utter confusion on Four's face. They both turn to me, Zeke playfully glaring, whilst Four looks pretty helpless.

"Is my love for Four funny, Tris?" He accuses.

"Zeke," Four whines, still holding him up. I press my lips together, shaking my head.

Zeke starts shaking his head, "No, no Four! This needs to be said." He removes his arm from around Four, turning his full attention to me. I take a step back out of instinct. Having seen Zeke drunk a million times, I know he likes to get handsy. "Maybe," he sings, grabbing my shoulders anyway, "you want to hear about my love for you, baby sister."

"Okay, okay," Four jumps in, pulling Zeke off me, "I think that's enough." Four looks to me, seeming tired, "Ready to go?"

I nod, going to grab Zeke's coat. I put it on him with a good deal of effort, him telling me over and over that he's not ready to go. "Don't let go of him," I warn Four, "or he'll run." Four nods, moving towards the door with a soppy Zeke. I pat my coat pocket, making sure everything's in there. Something comes to mind, and I quickly catch up with the duo, then loose them again as I move into the dance floor. Pushing my way through the drunken crowd, I find Shauna dancing with Lauren.

"Shauna!" I shout over the music. She turns around, smiling wide as she sees me.

"Where've you been?" She shouts.

"Around," I brush off the question quickly, wanting to leave, "we're taking Zeke back, you got your key?"

She nods, fishing around in her small bag. "Whose 'we'?" She asks, still shouting over the music.

"Four," I say loudly, then disappear from her view. I push through the crowd, finally getting to the doors.

The fresh air hits my face straight away, and I take in a gulp of it, glad to be out of the stuffy room.

Zeke points at me as I come out the door, "there she is, Four! No need to worry!" They're stood just to the left, halfway to the lifts. Four, still holding Zeke up from the waist, tips his head in frustration.

"I just had to get his key off of Shauna," I explain, showing Four the key in my hand. "We can go now."

He nods, taking the key off of me. His fingers brush mine ever so slightly. I look up at him, questioning whether he meant to do that. He pockets the key, ignoring the gesture. "Let's get him to bed."

...

Getting Zeke back to his room was more than a challenge. The ski lift and the ungodly amount of stairs made me think a few times that we weren't going to make it.

We've just put him in his bed, Four not even breaking a sweat throughout the whole ordeal. I try to control my breathing, looking over a knocked out Zeke. He's in the middle of the double bed, his clothes still on his body. I sit on the side of his bed, starting to undo his shoelaces.

Four goes to the side table, placing down a glass of water. He sits next to Zeke, half on and half off the bed. "Great way to end the night," he mutters, pulling on Zeke's hair. A sound comes out the back of Zeke's throat, but he settles down quickly.

I yank his last shoe off, chucking them on the floor. I collapse on the bottom of the bed, still wrapped in my puffy coat. I force my eyes to stay open, needing to keep an eye on Zeke in case something happens. I try to watch his breaths, but it's hard to keep focus when Four sits so closely to him.

My mind subconsciously replays anything and everything it can get its hands on. Him brushing my fingers as he takes the key, placing my hair behind my ear, leaning in-

"Sleep, Tris. I'll look after him." I give in and look at him, my heavy eyes locking on his. He gives me a tired smile back, causing butterflies to erupt in my stomach. How can I sleep with him so close?

But the night catches up with me fast, and before I know it, I'm out like a light.