Chapter 18: The Pink Envelope

I wake up in my bed. The dark grey sky that was present yesterday is still here. This time it's accompanied by rain dotting the windows and pattering on the roof. If I had my way if stay in bed and keep sleeping but seeing as I already ditched one day of school this week I should go to school today.

I get out of bed slowly. This doesn't feel like the real world yet but I know it isn't so fakality because those are usually happy. This doesn't feel happy. No, this is reality.

I pull together an outfit that's cozy and will keep me warm throughout the day. I run down the steps, grab an apple and my backpack, and then run out the door to face the no doubt dreadful day. At least I have a few new friends to face it with.

Friends.

I haven't seen Christina, Will or Paris in what feels like forever. I was supposed to mentor Paris and Chrissy that day when I met the Wesleys. It's crazy how many things have happened since the last time I saw them. I've set up a couple, met a whole new family, experienced my first kiss, had some scary thoughts involving Four, stole my brothers car, and made three new friends. Wow.

Only another reason to go to school today.

I sigh and take a bite out of my apple.

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I lock the doors to Caleb's car. I mean our car. A little voice inside of me whispers "It's your car. You know you deserve it more than him." I'm just going to choose to agree with that voice.

Hardly anyone else is here. I look at the watch I decided to wear today. It's 6:37 am. That would explain why there are only a few cars in the parking lot. I'm going to guess that the cars that are here this early belong to teachers and nerds.

I really don't feel like walking around today, so I just sit in the car. If I get out and walk around I'm bound to run into someone I don't feel like talking to. That's just how bad my luck is.

I turn on the radio and listen as it plays the same five hits that have been on repeat for about a month. This is why I hate radio stations. I turn off the radio and listen to iTunes instead. There we go. Here are songs that I actually like. I may or may not doze off while listening Secrets by Mary Lambert.

I wake up with a start when someone taps on the window. Darn. So there really is no way for me to avoid the people I don't want to talk to. I'll just roll down the window and lock the doors so that he can't get in.

"Hey, Tris," he says casually. I don't know why but this bugs me. A lot.

"Don't 'Hey, Tris' me! You're not even my friend! You're friends with my brother, not me! You didn't even know my name until a few weeks ago!" I shout at him. He looks taken aback.

"Tris, calm down. And actually-"

"Actually what?" Why am I so mad at him? "Actually were 'friends'? No! I've changed my mind! We're not friends, we never were, and we never will be! You are my brothers best friend and I am your best friends sister! That is all! We're not friends, we don't call each other by our names, and we don't sit in clearings cracking jokes until dawn! Goodbye!" I roll the window up. Ugh, this creates such awkward tension. Why can't windows roll up faster?!

Once it's fully up Four stares at me for a second. There's an obvious hurt look in his eyes. I can see my reflection out of the rearview mirror and I look like a savage animal. I feel like one too. I need to rip something. I look around the car. There. It's a letter in a pink envelope on the passenger seat. I didn't put it there, so Caleb must have.

I snatch and am just about to rip it into shreds before a voice inside my head screams "Wait! Open the envelope!". And because the voices I my head usually have some interesting things to say and points to prove, I open it. It's a love letter.

Dear Susan,

I love the way your hair falls perfectly down your back, and how your beautiful blue eyes shine so wonderfully when the light hits them. I love the way you walk with grace and poise, and your selfless nature.

Please meet me behind the school today during lunch.

Yours truly,

Caleb.

I laugh. I'm so glad that I didn't rip this envelope up now. I'm going to have to sneak it into Susan's locker.

Challenge accepted.

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I roll around on the ground like a ninja. I get up and pin myself against the wall. All of this is really quite unnecessary considering no ones in the hallway but I do it anyways. I see Susan's locker, number 286. I walk by it and, without stopping, drop the envelope in through the slit. Mission completed.

Now I know where to be at lunch time today.

Alright! I updated! Now I have one less thing to feel guilty about! I'm sorry it took so long! I've been busy and in the free time that I've had to sit down and write nothing would come to me. So this morning I forced myself to write a chapter because it's been bugging me as much as it's probably been bugging you!

Anyways, I'm going to have a crap ton of stories to manage this fall.

Bye I have to go!

Okay. I'm back now. Can I tell you a secret? I just went away from this for a whole day. Yup.

You know what I did in that time? Take a guess?

I GOT MY HAIR DYED! Did I spell dyed right? Idk.

I love it so much! It's like a red dip dye and I even have some streaks! It's awesome. One of my "friends" said it was butt ugly. Gee, thanks. Btw it's permanent. I might upload a picture of it.

QOTD: Have you ever dyed your hair?

My Answer: This is my first time dying it!

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