A/N: Tris looks like CARA DELEVINGNE
Four/Tobias looks like SEAN O'PRY but with larger eyes and more tan (the guy from the blank space music vid)
I make a run for it out of Will's house the next morning. I never want to be there the next morning. I forgot my bra since Four started moving, but I took his shirt. I drive back home to be faced by the wrath of my parents.
"Beatrice, where have you been?" my mum asks
"I went to a party and slept over," I say stating the obvious. I start to climb the grand stairs until my father stops me.
He stands there in his Armani suit with a grim look.
"Beatrice, you have done too much of this," he says sternly, "Your mother and I have decided to send you to Ivy University in LA,"
"What!" I exclaim, "I don't want to live in a-a-a dorm!"
"Beatrice, cut the act, your acting like a sissy fake princess," my dad says
"Sorry," I mumble
"You are not going to stay in a dorm, your staying in your brothers house and Ivy University is one of the top universities in the world, you should be honoured to go there," my mum says
"Your free year is finishing soon anyway," my father says
"I still had 5 months," I complain
"Your going to Ivy University and that's final," he says "Your leaving on Wednesday,"
I stomp upstairs and call Christina.
- Wednesday –
Here I sit obediently following my parent's Bentley in my Porsche 918 while trying to contact Chrissie for the 28th time. She hasn't called since I told her about Ivy Uni. Soon enough we arrive at the airport. I take out my three large suitcases out of the boot and my designer handbag.
"Your car will arrive in about a week," my dad informs me
"Beatrice, say hi to your brothers for me, have fun," my mother says giving me a tight hug.
"And Beatrice behave and keep up those grades I know you can achieve, I'll see you in Christmas holidays with your brothers," my dad says giving me a hug as well.
"Love you," I say
"We love you too, Beatrice," my mum and dad say.
- LAX –
T: Where u at
U: I'm around the corner
T: Well, hurry up you idiot
U: Chill Trissy
T: I told you not to call me that
"What up barbie," Uriah shouts from his black range rover.
"Shut up and help me," I demand "And don't call me barbie,"
"Well, you sure look like one, all spiffed up with makeup and tight clothing," Uriah comments as he helps me up my suitcases in.
"Shut up and drive,"
We arrive at a modern house that has a rectangular shaped exterior. It was larger than the average house with 6 car spaces. We parked in the garage and one car caught my interest. A sleek and shiny black Maserati Granturismo.
"Holy shit you guys got a new car?" I asked
"Nah roommate's car," Uriah simply states
"Roommate?"
"Zeke's bestie, he has a penthouse apartment on one of those expensive beachfront hotels,"
"Than why doesn't he live there?"
"Zeke, rents his suite to pay rent for staying here,"
"That's dedication,"
We enter through the front door. The scent of men's cologne and beer swarms the air. It's a little bit stuffy and dark, no open windows, no opened curtains. Just a messy place decorated with chip crumbs.
"We have 5 rooms each with an ensuite, chef, a pool house, pool, gym and library ya de ya de ya, you'll find out," Uriah mentions.
We walk up the stairs and he shows me my room; turn left, pass the balcony, pass the game room and the 6th door left.
My room is a tiny bit smaller compared to home, equipped with a bed, beside tables, a table in the corner, a TV, a hanging egg chair and some beanbags in the other corner. The walls were grey and had beige carpet and a white roof. A wall covered with windows overlooking the pool and was accessorised with decorated black curtains.
Uriah gave me some sheets and put my suitcases in and let me be. Well first, obviously I caught a taxi to the nearest mall. I needed to buy a makeup vanity from Ikea also some décor pillows, paintings, a shelf for shoes and a bookshelf.
I dragged the furniture up to my room and started assembling it. Put my sheets on and decorated the bed with some extra pillows. I hung up a couple paintings, stocked my bookshelf up with my books. I put my favourite pillow I bought in the egg chair, knowing I was going to sit there a lot. I plugged everything up. My iMac, Macbook Pro, Phone. Set up the vanity. Placed photos from Christina and I on our adventures to my magazine cover for Vogue to inspirational quotes and fashion. I put all my necessities in the bath room, hung my robe up grabbed 3 towels from down stairs and rolled and stacked them to make it look pretty. I hung up all my clothes and places all my shoes on the shelf.
It took me about 4 hours to do everything but it was worth it. I decided to check out the gym and run for a few hours. I placed on a cute sports bra and some shorts. I grabbed a sheer shirt and placed it on as I navigated myself to the gym. On the way I heard some grunting and smacking. I peaked my head out behind the door quietly. I saw a muscular sweaty back punching a bag. Why does the dedicated roommate have to be sexy, I already know he's sexy before I see his face.
I close the door silently and walk to the gym and hit some miles.
"Hey Tris dinners in 10," Uriah says as he takes out one of my earphones.
"K, ill be down in 9," I comment
Uriah smiles and rolls his eye before walking towards the door.
"Shower, you stink but nice miles,"
I look on the treadmill, 12.7 miles and smile.
After a quick shower I stick on a singlet and some Nike trackies before sticking my hair into a perfect messy bun with some whisps falling out to frame my face.
I walk down the stairs and spot Zeke.
"ZEKEY BEARRRRRRRR," I shout as I run and tackle him.
"TRISSSSSSSYYYYYYYY," he shouts back
"URRRRRIIIPOOOOYYY," Uriah shouts joining the hug.
"GROUP HUGGGG," Zeke shouts "COME ONE NUMBER BOY,"
Wait wtf who's number boy, he better no-
My thoughts we're cut off by warm muscular arms embracing the group hug.
After we finish our group hug I step back and suddenly know who number boy is.
Four. Four. Four! His shocked ocean blue irises tells me that he knows who I am. Shocked but still hot as fuck.
"Tris this is Four, Four, Tris," Zeke introduces
We both freeze.
"Pleasure to meet you, Tris" Four says with his deep masculine voice.
"As to you," I say.
"Well dinners ready so," Zeke mentions
We walk to the dining table, I can feel Four's intense stare at me without even looking.
The nice chef, Al, gives us the presentable pasta.
"So Trissyyy, how was free year," Zeke asks
"Yeah who'd you bone," Uriah says wiggling his eyebrows.
While Zeke shoots a glare at Uriah, my gaze moves to Four briefly.
"Tris, you know most guy just use you, and if you're not careful you-,"
Uriah starts laughing.
"Zeke please stop," I say
"Just use pro-,"
"Zeke," I warn
"Use con-,"
"EZEKIEL," I shout
"Use condoms, don't have one night stands and don't get pregnant," he says
"I'm not hungry anymore,"
"I'll have your pasta but answer my question," Uriah mentions. I look at Zeke for help.
"Yeah answer it Tris, I'm gonna crack each of their skulls," Zeke says
"Feeling a bit awkward here," Four chimes
"Oh shut up Four," Zeke says
"I really don't want to know who your sister has fucked," he says
"Whatever, at least tell us how many," Uriah complains
"3" I mumble
"That's alright for the last 7 months,"
"In the 2 months," I add
Uriah bursts out laughing while Zeke fumes.
"Beatrice Pedrad, you are going to stop, people just use you and you're going to get pregnant if your not careful," Zeke lectures.
"Uhh Zeke you've had sex with 3 people in the last week," Four chimes in once again.
"Shut up it's better than you, didn't you have sex with like 9 people last week," Zeke defends. So he sleeps around too
"One mate not nine," he mentions glancing at me. Nevermind
"Well, you literally smile at a girl and you practically knock her up," Zeke mentions.
"Well, it's been a pleasant dinner but I'm going downtown," Zeke glares "For a run not sex," I roll my eyes.
"You just like ran 7 miles" Zeke says
"12.7 actually but I'm still going for a run outside,"
"Be back before 8,"
"Yes mom," I say as I put my dishes away.
"She could have a quickie within that time," Uriah jokes
"Uriah!," Zeke scolds
"Sorry mom," he pouts.
I walk past him and give him a high-five before exiting the house.
"You better not do what Uriah says," Zeke shouts
"Yes mom," I yell back.
I start making my way to the train stations.
Okay I don't remember Four being that hot. Sure he looked at the party but I don't know what it is but he just looks so much hotter when I'm sober. Normally that's the opposite, when I'm drunk every guy just looks so much hotter like James, Eric, Peter Aaron, Matthew, David and one more I don't remember. I don't even sleep around that much. Like eight in 7 months. Okay that's bad but not as bad some other people. Jesus but I bet Four sleeps around too. Every guys gets sexually frustrated and a guy who looks like Four, girls would throws themselves at him. Agh fuck why didn't I stay the next morning I could've had another round of mind-blowing sex. Holy shit, I actually remember the sex. Argh I remember his large-.
My thoughts are interrupted by the screeching train.
I stand for the next 3 stops and get off off 4 station before central station. I begin my run. I never really liked running with music. I think it traps out the world around. I like listening to all the sounds around me. I love the sound of the bird chirping, my sneakers snaking against the pavement and my heavy breathing after a while. I like to look around and analyse everything in front of me. The massive billboards for designer brands, groups of people laughing and coffee dates. Yeah I know right you never thought someone like me to be so deep well don't forget about my perfect GPA.
I wish Chrissie was here. I could tell her everything. How I had mind-blowing sex with a hot stranger when I was half-drunk. Than I moved to LA for University, live with my brothers. Saw the hot stranger when I was sober but he looked so much hotter. Oh and I forgot to tell you the stranger has a number for a nickname and is best friends with Zeke who is extremely overprotective of me.
My thoughts made me forget about how long I was running for. I look at my phone. 7:56pm. Fuck I have 14 minutes to get home. I start to bolt towards the closest train station until I stop at a billboard for TAG Heuer. I swear to God that is Four. His structured jawline and prominent cheekbones. The piercing blue eyes standing out from his features. It's an angled face shot showing of his outstanding jawline and cheekbones. He wears a navy suit and a TAG Heuer watch which is displayed as he is taking in mid 'runs his hand though his hair'. Jesus this is like fucking perfection. I look in the corner of the billboard and it says Four Eaton and under it is the 'this is not photo shopped' thing. In the bottom half is their slogan 'don't crack under pressure'.
I check the time again 8:03.
Fuck Zeke is going to kill me.
arrive back home only 15 minutes late with Zeke standing in front of me in an annoyed position.
"Where were you?" He questions
"I went for a run, chill lost track of time," I say
"I don't remember you liking PE in high school, y-,"
"Don't even mention it Zeke, I just went for a run for fucks sake look I'm even all sweaty in activewear or maybe I just fucked someone in my active wear, stop being an overprotective prick, your not fucking mom," I say angrily before storming upstairs. Fuck I forgot which way to my room. Turn left or right, I don't know, pass the balcony or something and like the 2nd door left. FUCK! I just want to slam a door so fu-
My thoughts are interrupted by a deep, masculine voice behind me.
"Slam my door,"
I turn and see Four sexy ass face but I walk right past him and slam his door. Before I know I'm inside his room. One thing stands out from the black walls. One of the walls is covered with graffiti art. The words Fear God Alone stand out. His room is dark and extremely neat, everything looks so smart. His mahogany desk with only his iMac on it and a swirly black Chiar neatly tucked under. He has a television mounted onto his wall with an L-shaped couch infront of it. He has a chaise lounge near a sheer curtained. And a medium sized bar in a corner. In the middle is a neatly made bed with various pillowed layed out. A door with a shiny brass hand which I assume leads to his ensuite.
"Yeah I know Zeke can get really annoying sometimes," Four states Fuck yeah
"He's extremely overprotective of me,"
"I figured at dinner,"
Awkward silence
"So we fucked," we both say at the same time.
"Yep," he says popping the p
"Yeah," I say
TO BE CONTINUED