Tris POV:
The next morning, I wake up to Zeke and Uriah literally having a Who-Can-Eat-the-Most-Cereal-in-a-Minute contest. Four sits by smiling.
This must be a good time to come in because almost everyone else is in there: Will is cooking eggs while Christina is flirtatiously telling him about her bulldog, Chunker; Marlene and Shauna are sitting and asking their boys if they need some milk to wash it down as Lynn stands by drinking the milk.
So I slip out of my sleeping bag and make my way into the kitchen, sliding into the cushioned bench seat next to Four. His hand makes it all the way around my waist and he pulls me closer to him. So close that my hand is squished by his waist. So I pull it out and wrap it around his. Four smiles down at me. I catch him in the act and kiss him.
Lynn, unfortunately, stops chugging milk to stare at us crazily. I pull back and roll my eyes, and can feel Four rolling his. Then Lynn goes back to watching Zeke and Uriah.
After a few more minutes of Four's and my awkward silence, he gets up and puts on the toaster, sliding about seven pieces of a mixture of whole grain and white bread into it. After a moment the toaster dings and Four taps my shoulder. I look up to him and he kisses my cheek while giving me a piece of whole grain toast with Skippy peanut butter sloppily spread onto it.
I smile at him, and bite into the toast.
Then I spit it out, and look up at Four.
He raises his eyebrows and I hold up the toast for him to taste. And he does. So much that when he bites into it, he immediately spits it out, swearing.
"Shit!" he screams, causing everyone to stop. Christina pulls back from Will's lips blushing. Uriah and Zeke suddenly stop eating and starts choking, causing Marlene and Shauna to whack their backs really hard worriedly. And Lynn spits out her milk.
Christina comes up, "Is everything okay?" she asks, then looks at the spit-up toast, "Eww. Four, are you four years old?"
We look at her crazily.
"It's burnt Christina," Four informs her.
Then Christina 'ewws' at once more before turning back and walking swiftly back to Will, who puts his arm around her shoulder.
Then everyone goes back to what they were doing before.
A while later, everyone clears out of the house while Zeke locks up. Then we go to school.
Well, not in my case. Four drops me off at my house and waits for me on his Harley. Then I sneak inside, dropping off my dirty clothes in the laundry and picking up my backpack, along with a water bottle and energy bar. On my way out, my mom sees me and immediately hugs me and apologizes. I kiss her cheek and walk out.
To an enraged Four.
Who looks like he's about to show Caleb who's boss.
So I sling my backpack over my shoulders and cross my arms, walking up to the two boys. Caleb, who is listing his ideas about where I was last night and how Four is to blame, suddenly stops talking. I glare at him and tug on Four's new varsity Letterman's jacket and motion for him to come on. And he does. We get on his motorcycle and Four starts up the engine. I wrap my arms around him as we speed away, and breathe in his heavenly scent.
When I look back, I see Caleb still standing there, with his jaw dropped. So I stick out my tongue and yell, "Don't be late for school!" to him.
Four smirks and I smile.
Then his motorcycle accelerates and we speed past countless cars.
"Tris! Where have you been?" Christina shouts, literally in my ear.
I roll my eyes and huff, "Four took me to my house so I could get my backpack."
"Oh. Okay," then her expression suddenly changes, "Omg! Omg Tris you have to come shopping with me on Friday!"
"Why?" I inquire, my eyebrows crinkling in confusion.
Christina smacks her forehead and looks at me like I'm stupid, "Geez Tris! Homecoming is next Saturday! Do you even have a dress yet?!"
I shake my head.
She rolls her eyes and starts talking to Marlene and Shauna about it.
I sit there, with my hand resting on my knee.
Then someone taps my shoulder. I whip my head around scared, and then relieved.
"Oh, hey Four," I say.
He smiles in response, then hands me a paper, "Did you see this?"
"Um, no...? What is it?"
"See for yourself."
I nod.
2013-14 Football Roster:
Varsity:
#4 Tobias Eaton: QB
#11 Zeke Faasa: TB/K
#37 Uriah Faasa: DEF
#43 Eric Williams: WR
Junior Varsity:
#12 Will Johnson: FB
#71 Peter Blake: HB
"You made quarterback!" I say smiling.
Four nods happily and kisses my cheek.
"And you just found out today?"
"Yesterday. I was gonna surprise you."
"I thought that letterman's jacket looked new."
Four nods again.
"Well Uriah must be happy that he got varsity."
He nods a third time.
"And...?"
"Didn't you notice? Mr. Amar and Mr. Max must have found out that we got beat up. Didn't you notice? Eric, Al, and Drew got kicked out and Peter only made JV."
I smile, "They deserve that."
He nods again, "Now let's go to class," he says, then holds out his hand. I stand up and we gladly walk through the halls hand in hand, making so many people jealous.
"Ooh, look at that one! Tris you have to get it! Please?! Please?"
I roll my eyes, "We've looked at it already, and my answer remains the same. No," I state blankly and watch as Christina holds up a purple dress with a bow in front of her and poses for Marlene to see. She shakes her head and Christina sighs as she puts it back on the clothes rack.
"When can we leave?" I ask, and suddenly regret it once I see Christina's irritated face.
She pinches my cheek and says "Oh, Tris. One day you'll learn the bright side to shopping," in a sing-songy voice.
I look at her crazily.
"Besides, only Shauna has picked out her dress so far. And all four of us need to."
I sigh, and sit down, accidently bumping a lady sipping her coffee. It spills on her immaculately white dress and she yelps.
"Sorry," I say, more vulnerable than intended.
She huffs and says, "What have you done?! Watch where you're going!" Then she walks off, her stilettos clipping in the distance.
I look to Christina with my eyebrows raised.
She shrugs like it's not her fault and stands there for a minute before looking at more dresses.