Tris POV
Four took me to a fancy restaurant for dinner, and now we are sitting on a bench in Central Park. We are walking out of the park when my phone starts ringing. I take it out of my pocket and look at it. Mom. I look at Four and he nods. I swipe the screen, and when it connects, Mom is on the other side. Crying? No. She can't be crying. She never cries.
"Mom? Whats wrong?"
"Tris, grandma died. Can you come back down? I know that school just started again, but I think you should be here."
"Okay, I'll talk to my professors tomorrow," I say, already starting to tear up.
"Thanks Tris. see you soon. Love you."
"LOve you too Mom,"
I hag up, and then I start crying. Four just holds me close, rubbing my back, and comforting me.
"Tris, what happened?"
"My grandma died. I have to go back to Chicago."
"Tris, I'm coming too,"
"No. I don't want you to miss school unless you have to,"
"No Tris. I can't let you drive that far and for that long by yourself. Christina may not want to come, but I need to,"
"Fine, we'll leave tomorrow after classes,"
"Wait, that means we'll be driving all night,"
"Ya, so? We can stop for coffee of something."
"Fine. Lets head back then." Four picks me up, and carries me back to the dorms, despite my insisting on walking. I can't believe that I have to go back home again. I love my family, but I don't want to leave New York again.
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