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Tris POV

I'm nervous. No, I'm scared. No, I'm beyond both of those.

I know I should have told Tobias it was me the night he started talking to me. But I didn't. I wanted him to be able to get to know me again. Maybe he would just be mad and still talk to me. But, my hope is slowly dwindling as 10:00 approaches.

It's 7:00 now and already if I think about meeting Tobias my palms start to sweat.

I leave the old record store that I work at, my shift finally over. I had closing duty today, and I was the only one there. Talk about a snooze fest. The paper sign taped on the window saying 'NOW HIRING' is falling off again. You can't even see what it says. I fix it so the red letters are visible again.

I stare down at the ground as I walk to my apartment down the street. The San Francisco fog clings to my skin and makes my hair frizzy. I bump into someone, and I immediately say sorry.

"I wasn't watching where I was walk-" the guy cuts me off.

"Tris?" he asks. I look up, surprised.

There stands Zeke Pedrad from high school. He's still tanned, tall, and toned. His slight smile as he looks down on me.

"Zeke?" I ask even though I already know it's him.

"Yeah. What are you doing here?" he asks.

"I live here" I say, shrugging. His smile falters a little as if he knows there's going to be trouble with both me and Four in this city.

"That's cool" he says lamely.

"So you came here with Four?" I ask.

"Yeah how'd you know?"

"Well, you two are always together" I say.

"True. . . You look so different" he observes. It's true; my hair is past my shoulders, I wear makeup now, and I dress differently.

"Yeah. Anyway, I have to go. Please don't tell Four about me. I will tell him, okay?" I say.

"Alright" he says. With that, we go our separate ways.


I arrive at my apartment that I share with Christina.

"Finally, what took you so long?" she asks.

"I ran into Four's best friend" I say.

"Oh" is all she needs to say.

"Alright, I need to get ready" I say.

"Oh, yes. I picked out some possible outfits" she says excitedly.

"Great" I say sarcastically.

She picked out three outfits that are spread over my bed. One is booty shorts and a crop top. Definitely no. The next is a tight dress that looks more like a shirt. That's a no. The last is black jeans and a blue top.

"This one" I say, picking up the last one.

"Yay! Now go change" Christina orders. I sigh and oblige, retreating to the bathroom.

I quickly change into the outfit Christina picked out. The top is dark blue, almost black; my favorite color. It's not too showy; just perfect for the occasion. I open the door and immediately, Christina rushes in.

"That looks good on you. Now let me do your hair" she says. She sits me on the toilet and I get a lovely view of the wall as she works on my hair. When she is done, my hair is curled in small waves.

"Are you done yet?" I ask hopefully.

"Ha ha no" she says, tugging my shoulder so I will turn around.

"I can do my own makeup" I grumble.

"Yeah right" she snorts. I close my eyes and wait for the torture.


Christina is finally done with me twenty minutes later. By then, it's 9:49. Eleven minutes until ten.

"Hurry up, I can't be late" I say as I pull on some small heels.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" she yells, fixing her hair one last time. I grab her arm and drag her out of the apartment.

"Let's go" I say.

"Fine. You just want to see your boyfriend" she says.

"He's not my boyfriend" I say.

"He used to be" she says, hailing a cab.

"He's going to hate me pretty soon" I say. Christina lets the conversation drop.

We arrive at the Lounge at 10:03. Three minutes late, but not too bad for us.

I spot Tobias immediately, sitting at my station. I sneak up on him and place my hands on his shoulders when I get close enough. He doesn't jump, but instead turns around and looks at me.

"Hey" I say.

"Hey. I thought you weren't going to show up" he says.

"I'm only three minutes late" I say. He gives me a small grin.

"I know." I smile; he's still the worrier.

"So, what's new?" I ask, taking the seat next to him.

"Ah, nothing. Can I. . . Can I have your number?" he asks. I smile. He's still cute when he's nervous. I grab a sharpie from my pocket and write my number on his arm.

"Sure."

"What's your name?" he asks.

"I need to talk to you" I say.

"What's wrong? Are you a criminal or something?" he jokes lightly. I still smile even though I'm nervous.

"No. It's my name" I say.

"Is it a bad one like Bertha?" he asks.

"No, I don't think you would like me if you knew it" I say.

"I don't judge people by their names. It won't change what I think of you" he tells me.

"Okay. . . You want to know my name?" I ask. He nods. I can hear my heart pounding over the sound of the music. "It's. . .Tris."

He doesn't say anything. His eyes move across my face quickly. I see the recognition in his eyes.

"Tris" he mutters.

"Tobias-"

"Don't call me that!" he growls, standing up.

"Please, talk to me" I plead.

"You left me! Just like that! You barely said goodbye. And now you just show up and keep your name a secret?" he bursts, his hands in fists.

"I know-"

"You don't know anything. You don't know what it felt like to be left by someone. People asked me where you were, what happened between us. All I could say is I don't know!" he yells.

"I'm sorry. It was a stupid mistake. Please-" I try again, tears gathering in my eyes.

"I'm sorry too. Goodbye, Tris" he says bitterly. He leaves me standing there, tears rolling down my cheeks. I sniff and wipe my eyes as I look for Christina, not bothering to follow him. I find her talking to Al at the bar. I grab her arm and drag her away into a corner of the building.

"I take it that it didn't go well" she says.

"He hates me" I cry.

"He probably doesn't hate you completely" she says. I don't say anything, but instead I cry into her shoulder. "Girl, he's just a guy. Don't cry about him because he will come running back. I promise you."

"I'm not sure Chris" I say.

"He will once he sees you with your new boyfriend" she says.

"I don't have a boyfriend" I say lamely, wiping my eyes.

"I'll find you one. Come on, let's go" she says, guiding me towards the door. We walk out, and nearly run into a couple making out. Christina makes a disgusted face and I can't help but laugh. Up ahead, two more people make out. But, I see Tobias kissing Nita.

"Ugh" I say, disgusted. He's truly sunken to a new low.

"Don't let him see you care" she whispers. I nod.

I see his open his eyes, and I swear he kisses her more fiercely once he sees me.

"Don't look now, but there's a slut right there" Christina says, pointing to Nita. I laugh at her remark. Tobias' eyes are still open as we walk past, and I think I see hurt in them. He deserves it. I know I do too, but he could have listened to my story.

By the time we get to the apartment, I'm crying again. I know I shouldn't, but I can't help it.

I climb into the shower and stand under the warm water, not moving. Drama like this only happens in the movies.

I just ruined everything.


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