This isn't my favorite chapter, but I had some fun writing it. Sorry it took longer then planned to post I was just busy finishing the entire trilogy :) Anyway enjoy it. WARNING: I didn't take too much time proof reading... I kind of just wanted to move on from this chapter. And I need to get over the end of Alleigent... I'm still having a hard time with it

Disclaimer: I do not own the Divergent trilogy. Nor do I own Four or Tris... No matter how convincing I was, Veronica Roth wouldn't hand them over so... Anyway don't sue me please

"Should I be that kind of guy who walks you to your door?" Four asked when we pulled up to my house.

"Um- I think you should just stay here. My grandma already thinks I'm going to run away, so I don't know if it will be a good idea." By the time we got to my house, the sun was just starting to set, and I wish I was able to stay with Four longer and watch it with him. "But I'll see you at school tomorrow, maybe you should come to math class." I said smiling.

"We'll see. Good night Tris. Thanks for coming along with me. I hope we can do it again sometime."

"Thanks for letting me tear up your truck a little bit. Before you know it, you'll be able to say you converted a city girl into a hillbilly." As I was walking away, he called me back.

"This is a little cliché," he said using the perfect word choice for a nerdy girl, "But how about you give me your number. Just in case I lose you at this party tomorrow night." He gave me his phone and I saved my number for him. I even put a little daffodil emoji next to my name. "I'll text you!" He yelled as I was walking away.

I couldn't help but smile all the way to my door, but when I opened it up to that short, angry old woman that smile definitely faded away.

"Where the hell have you been young lady!" She said grasping my arm and yanking me inside.

"Grandma, I was just hanging out with a friend." I think he was a friend. Could he be more?

"Since when did you have friends here, Tris? Last I checked you hated it here and ignored everyone! Now you're Student Body President and you are ditching school with some boy! Tell me what is going on!"

"I didn't ditch school grandma! We just went after school and got some food. It's not a huge deal!"

"Really you little liar? Then why did I get a call from your principle saying that you were not there at all after lunch? Don't you lie to me again! And who was that boy you were with?"

"He's just a friend! Why are you freaking out so much?"

"Because, Tris, you have a reputation to uphold! I can't let you make a mistake! It is your dream to go to Harvard! You know that!"

"Grandma just stop. It was one day. I have straight A's, one day off isn't going to hurt anything. And I only missed math and shop class. Both of those I have higher than a 100% in! Don't you think you are pushing me a little too hard with this whole school thing! I need a break I am getting burnt out!"

"I don't want you to end up like me and your parents, okay? They took you away from here to give you a brighter future, and I knew damn well when you came back here, there was going to be problems! Just think about what you want for awhile here. Not what all the popular kids want, not what all the little whores want. What you want Tris."

"I know I don't want to go to Harvard, I know I don't want to never get married because I'm a nerd, I know I want to live my life while I'm in high school and I know that I want to have a friends here! I'm almost a junior and I have never been to a party! Is that living to you?" With that I walked out and went to my room.

The next morning, I woke up with a text from Four. It said "Hey hillbilly, what if I asked you to drive me to school today?" Wow. When I saw it was him, I was kind of hoping that it would be one of those cute little good morning texts all girls talk about getting from their boyfriends. But he's not your boyfriend.

I walked into the kitchen, to see my grandma made me breakfast, just like every morning: waffles with strawberries and whipped cream, and she was sitting in her usual spot at the table, drinking her black coffee.

"Good morning grandma," I said, hoping I didn't make her too mad about last night. "Okay, so I though about what happened last night, and I think that it would be a really good thing for me to go hang out with some friends tonight."

"What friends?" She asked, and if she wasn't my grandma I would think that she was being sarcastic because I literally had one friend, who the first time I ever talked to was yesterday. \

"Four."

"You have four friends! Wow! I'm glad!" So maybe she was being sarcastic the first time.

"No, grandma, the kid from last night. His name is Four."

"Oh. You mean Tobias. Yea, I know his family, they own that bar. Nice people." Tobias. What kind of name was that? No wonder people called him Four.

"So can I go? Please?" I tried to be all cute and stuff, but my grandma is a tough woman.

"I'm surprised you're asking and not just doing whatever you feel like."

"C'mon please. I'll do the dishes for a month!"

"You already do the dishes, you moron." She said, not breaking at all.

"You said your self I need to get out more."

"That was over the Spring Break when you watched that dumb TV show for a week straight." Damn. Still not working.

"It is Friday night, the week before school gets out. I wont have homework, all I would have to do is study, and I could fail all my finals and still have a 4.0."

"Fine. Go, but be home by eleven, and you better be studying the rest of the weekend." Nailed it.

"Thanks grandma!" I said kissing her.

"Don't touch me. I have a personal bubble." Well, she's not the touchiest person ever.

"Is it okay if I ride with Four to school?"

"I don't care, but why don't you turn on Oprah for me." My grandma had a TV in her kitchen, and pretty much spent her every waking moment in there watching Oprah.

I already told Four that would totally drive him if he came and picked me up, so when he showed up ten minutes later, I was ready to make fun of his name. In the nicest ways, of course.

"Good morning Tobias!" I yelled when he pulled in. "Get your butt out of my seat and let me show you how to drive!" The surprise on his face was priceless.

"Hey Tris. How do you know my name?" He said getting out, and helping me into his freakishly tall truck.

"The crazy grandma knows you. She told me you were her favorite person, and if you don't have me home by eleven tonight she will go all short grandma on you , and make sure you wont be able to climb into your truck ever again." That wasn't her exact words, but I wanted to make sure he got the point. "Are you ready to go yet, Four? This girl has to have her adrenaline rush in the morning!"

"I'm coming!" He said climbing into the passenger seat. Where he belongs based on his driving skills. I pulled out of my yard, and when we got close to the school, I intentionally drove by. I had a free period for first, and I doubt Four ever shows up, so I figured I show him something now.

"Hey, this is kidnapping!" He whined obviously making fun of me.

"I have a free first period, and you're a senior, so I figured we could hang out for awhile." I was going to drive like a NASCAR driver again. That was the most fun I have ever had in my life. I even looked up how to drift on Youtube. Once we got out of town, I went ahead and allowed myself to get past 120 this time, and pushed the speedometer as fast as it could go. Not going as fast as yesterday, I attempted to get the drift down, but when I went to crank it, I lost control, and we went spinning off the road.

"Jesus Tris! What did you do?" Luckily the truck stayed on all four wheels, and just ran off the road a little bit, but I couldn't help but cry.

"I-I'm sorry. I should've just stopped at school. Is this bad?" I was bawling now, and there was no way I was going to be able to hold it in. I wiped my eyes, and instantly regretted wearing more makeup than usual.

"Do you think that running off the road was going to be a good thing? You're lucky you didn't flip the damn thing. What was I thinking letting you drive like this? We could've died! Get out, let me drive, you need to get to school." He was yelling at me. Which just made me cry more. I got out of the truck, but I was shaking too hard to walk, so I just laid on the ground and sobbed. "C'mon, kid." He said picking me up and laying me into the passenger seat. "Hey, its okay," he said brushing by hair out of my face. "I'm sorry for yelling, I over-reacted a little bit. But were alive and my truck is okay. It's going to be alright."

"I'm so sorry." I finally said when I could control my sobbing. "I just got a little too crazy and I couldn't control it anymore. I promise I wont drive like that again."

"Are you kidding? Tris, that would've been awesome if you stuck it! I'll have to teach you how to do it right one day."

"You're going to let me drive your truck again!" I said, looking up from my arms. I must've looked like hell.

"Of course! Shit happens! It's okay! Now, lets get you to school so you can get cleaned up, and look less like a raccoon."

"I just went through a traumatic experience, Four! I'd like to see you come out looking beautiful after something like that!"

"Well, I could never be as beautiful as you even before I went through a traumatic experience, so we're going to have to give up on that one." He drove us back to school, a lot slower this time, and when we pulled into the parking lot, I still wasn't quite ready to go inside. I got out, and walked over to Four's side, and when he got finished locking up his truck, I simply wrapped my arms around him and hugged him, trying not to cry again. It was one of those cute little girl hugs, where I wrapped both my arms around his ribs, and he had his around my neck.

I never realized how tall he was before. I guess stalking someone doesn't really give you that information about who they really were. And he smelled great. There was no way to describe it, but it was sweet and spicy at the same time, and it made me want to hug him longer.

"Do we have to go? It's Friday the week before finals." I really didn't want to see anyone right now. I don't even have any friends, but I didn't want to scar anyone for life with my face.

"Sorry, Tris, but I can't let you turn into the kid who doesn't care. I just want you to live a little." With that, he grabbed my hand and led me to the school, stopping to the door at the bathroom saying, "Go fix your face now, before anyone sees you. I do have a decent rep with girls around here." Did that make me his girlfriend?

"Well, no need to sugar coat it, Four." I walked into the bathroom and looked into the mirror, only to see a stranger looking back at me. Her cheeks had black streaks of mascara and dirt everywhere, and her eyes were red and puffy. Random clumps of hair stuck to her face here and there, smearing the mascara worse. Yea. I definitely look like hell.

I took a paper towel and wet it, slowly beginning to wipe away all the smudges. With my luck, the paper towel made my face even more red, making me look like a lobster. Even though all the make-up and dirt were gone, my eyes were still puffy, my face was starting to break out and my hair still looked like I just rolled out of bed. I gave up trying to fix my hair with out a hair brush, which made me remember that I left by backpack here yesterday. Luckily I put it inside my locker, so the janitor didn't pick it up and throw it away.

I needed to fix my hair, but there was no way I was going out into the hallway to get it. There was still a good fifteen minutes left of first period, but I didn't want to be risked being seen. Hopefully Four was still standing outside the door, maybe he would get it for me.

"Hey, Four," I said through the door, praying he was there so all of my friends didn't see me. Oh, that's right I don't have any friends.

"Are you ready yet?" He said in a very irritable voice, which made me want to cry even more. What if he hated me now? Or what if he doesn't trust me, and is just faking it?

"Well, it would be super cool of you to get my backpack out of my locker. It's number 167, please."

"Dude if you need a tampon, just ask." What. Just. Happened. I was really glad he didn't say that to my face, because I'm sure I my already broken out face was already more red.

"Um- Nope. I just needed a hairbrush, but thanks for being so kind." I heard his footsteps walking away, and prayed even more that he would get back before first period was over. When I heard him come back up to the door, I said, "Close your eyes and hand it to me when I open the door." I opened up the door, already knowing that he wasn't going to close his eyes. He was stubborn like that.

"Move." He said pushing the door open more and walking in. Four is standing inside the girls bathroom with me. At school. When did I become so cool?

"Hey, you know this is for chicks right?" I said sarcastically.

"Yea, but I felt like a creep standing outside the door waiting for you," he said, handing me my bag. I walked back to the mirror, realizing that I actually looked a little better. While I brushed my hair, and put it in a really crappy bun, Four simply watched.

"So you don't feel like a creep now. Watching a girl do her hair in the bathroom," I said while I was grabbing my make-up from the bottom of my bag. I put on more than usual, but less than I had on this morning.

"You ready?" He said right as the bell rang. I jumped up and started pushing him out the door, in hope that we would be able to get out before anyone saw us. Luckily for us, the hallway was empty. I rushed to my locker before anyone could walk in and somehow figure out what was going on. I grabbed my stuff for second period: English. "I'll see you around," Four said, brushing my hand with his own. As cliché as it is, I felt the spark, running through my whole body making me feel complete.

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