Wassup guys? So here's a new chapter. Hopefully this will be much more better than the other crappy chapters that I have given you. :D

Please check out my new story, The Silence in the Sky. People aren't really reading it and idk why! :D

I feel like curling into a ball, hide in a hole and die. Sometimes, I just hate life. I mean everything I'm doing seems to get on people's nerves. (Hopefully not you guys) Is it their time of month of something? Seriously though, there's always a time when you're happy but the rest if the world isn't happy. Then when you're unhappy, the whole world wants to throw a damn party!

Disclaimer: I don't and never will own Divergent or H2O

Four

It's been a month since the camping trip and let me just say that my relationship with Tris has gone... Downhill. She's been avoiding me ever since the trip. And to my surprise, it doesn't bother me as much as it did the first week.

Zoe came back with us to Maui, saying that she was an orphan and that the foster care that she lived in didn't really take care of her. Of course, I took her in. She with me now. I was pretty surprised how my mother (who's rarely at home) let her live with us, or me. And two weeks ago, we started going out.

And let me say this, she is amazing. She's beautiful, smart, headstrong, and funny.

Today, I plan on making a move on her. For as I'm walking towards the flower shop to buy some roses.

I open the door of the sweet flower scented room to see Leslie. Christina's mom.

"Good afternoon Mrs- I mean Leslie." I greet her as I make my way towards her counter.

"Good afternoon to you too Four. I'll be with you in just a second." She says as she scribbles furiously on a sheet of paper while holding her phone with her left shoulder.

I nod as I browse around. I'm surprised to see tons of colorful roses.

Roses have more than one color? God, and I don't know which color Zoe would like!

Thats when I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn around to see a boy with chocolate brown hair that ends below his ear, grey/black eyes, tan skin and that unforgettable smirk. A good friend of mine.

"Mark?" I ask.

"Yep. So how's life?" He asks as he looks around at the flowers.

"Good, good. What about your's?" I ask, stuffing my hands in my pockets.

"Simply amazing. I met this girl about three weeks ago. She's just gorgeous and intelligent and-"

"And you're here to buy her some flowers?" I ask, grinning.

He blushes.

"What are you here for?" He asks.

"I'm gonna buy some roses for a girl I'm planning to make a move on." I say, picking at the flowers. "I just don't know which color she likes."

"Ah, the biggest problem for the species of men," Mark chuckles. "Get her a single red rose. I'm pretty sure that's romantic enough after you make a move on her." He says as he picks a single blood red rose and hands it over to me.

I nod as I gently grab the rose.

"Thanks," I pause. "So, who's the lucky girl?" I ask.

He blushes. "J-just a girl."

"Mark," I press.

He sighs and mumbles something inaudibly.

"What?" I ask.

"A girl I met by the beach a few days ago. Her name is T-Tris," He says.

My eyes widen.

"Tris! As in Beatrice Prior?!" I sputter.

"Yeah," He pauses. "Why?"

"No reason. She's just Christina and the girls' new friend. That all." I say.

"Oh ok. Well, I better get going. Let's catch up later with Uriah, Will and Zeke. We haven't talked since school ended like two months ago." He says as he grabs three red roses, pays for them and leaves.

Mark and Tris?

I shake the thought from my head.

I have Zoe. I have Zoe. I have Zoe. I. Have. Zoe. I keep repeating those three words as I buy the rose and leave the shop.

Tris

I tie my hair up in a messy bun as 'Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger' by Daft Punk blares throughout my room. I then push my big, black framed glasses up the bridge of my nose. I look around my room to see if there's anything that interests me. All I see are Daft Punk, Deadmau5 and Gorillaz posters and pictures all plastered on the black walls of my room.

After awhile, I start to draw. I consider my drawings to be... Okay. I'm not that big art freak at school or anything. I don't use bright, neon colors. I just use anthing I can draw with. I mostly sketch or draw without colors. I draw anything from anime to cartoons, animals to plants, people to buildings. Just anything that interests me.

Just as I'm adding some finishing touches, I hear my door being pounded on as Caleb yells;

"Beatrice, someone's here to see you! And for God's sake, turn the ding dong music down!"

I roll my eyes.

"Kay!"

I put my pencil down, get up and look at my reflection in a nearby mirror.

My blonde hair is in a messy high bun, my big glasses make my eyes look larger than usual (especially with eyeliner). My black and silver polka dot sweatshirt hangs loosely off of my shoulders and my torn, tattered blue jean shorts show off my pale legs. Christina says my legs are 'perfectly toned' but I look paler than the fish I've seen underwater!

I shake the thought from my head and slip on my black Toms. I grab my headphones and iPhone 4s, knowing that I'd want to listen to more Daft Punk.

I shove them into my pocket as I put away my drawings.

Once I'm at the front door, I hear girly giggles and laughs.

I roll my eyes for what seems the hundredth time today.

I open the door to reveal the girls.

Christina is wearing a white halter top with some black capris and black gladiator sandals. Marlene is wearing a pink sundress with white sandals. Her blonde hair cascades down her shoulders in loose curls.

I cover my eyes. "God, Marlene, you just had to wear pink?" I ask.

Lynn laughs. "I asked the same thing!"

"What the fudge is wrong with pink?!" Marlene asks.

"Nothing. It's just too, too bright and girly." I say.

Lynn is wearing a torn leather vest with faded angel wings imprinted on the back. She has a grey tank top under the vest with black, torn leggings and grey combat boots. A black beanie is worn loosely on her head. And finally, Shauna is wearing a white sweatshirt which reads "I Mustache You A Question," with the famous black, curly mustache beneath it. She's wearing faded blue jeans and black sandals. Her hair is up in a neat ponytail.

I grab my headphones and plug them into my phone as I put one earbud into my left ear as I play 'Da Funk' by Daft Punk.

"Where are we going now?" I ask.

"The mall." They say in unison.

I groan.

"Why?" I whine.

"Because we're bored. Plus, we haven't gone out in like forever!" Christina says, exasperated.

"We went out last week!" I cry as they drag me to the car.

"Just get into the car, Tris." Shauna says.

"Fine," I say as I cross my arm like a little girl.

I get into the backseat on the right side. Lynn and Marlene sit on the left side of me as Christina gets into the driver's seat and Shauna in the passenger's seat.

I find myself singing to words 'Television Rules the Nation' by Daft Punk as Christina recklessly drives us to 'hell'.

Sorry for the short chapter! Hopefully this was better than the last chapter. As you can see, I'm pretty obsessed with Daft Punk right now XP So yeah. Have a wonderful day/night/morning!

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