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Here's yet another update, people. I'm sorry it's so short - I had to split the really long chapter up in ways that make sense - but I needed a filler chapter anyway. Enjoy!
I rush down the stairs and set the table. Right at six thirty, Four arrives.
One of his eyes is swollen shut and already purple and green. I nearly drop the bowl of spaghetti, but manage to set it down.
"What the hell, Four?" I hiss. "What happened to your eye? That was not there this morning."
"I, uh, tripped and hit my eye on a picture frame," he stutters. I give him a look that tells him I don't believe him, and he just shakes his head. "I tripped, Tris. Don't push it."
I watch him for a second longer and then show him to his seat. He sits on the edge, like leaning back would hurt. I touch his back to see and he hisses in pain. I was right. I don't say anything, just continue to set the table.
Caleb arrives at about six forty, right when my dad comes down. They see each other and just stare for a few seconds.
"Well," I say, breaking the silence. "Aren't you going to, like, hug or something?"
My father walks toward Caleb as if in a dream. Then they both break out of it and my father hugs Caleb tightly. "Son," he whispers. "I'm so, so, so sorry."
Caleb just stares at his father. "I look just like you. Except for my eyes. And Tris looks just like Mom, except for her eyes."
They hug again and then sit down for dinner. I sit next to Four. He glares at me slightly and I give him a "later" look. We eat, chatting about school. Then my father turns to Four.
"So, Four. Beatrice has told me quite a bit about you. Not much about her other friends," my father comments, looking Four straight in the eyes.
"Really?" Four asks, glancing at me. "Well, I'm in most of her classes. We have very similar schedules."
I blush slightly. "I, uh, don't really know the rest of them as well as I know you?" I try.
Four raises his eyebrows. "Yes, well, we spent a while talking."
My father opens his mouth to answer and then someone pounds on the door. Four's face goes white again. My father stands and makes his way to the door. Caleb and I follow him, and when the door opens, we see….