Tris
After having a shower and getting ready for the day, I sling my violin over my shoulder for a day of practise when my phone beeps. I put my apple in between my teeth so I can get my phone. It's another text from Christina.
C-Call me, I can't remember what happened last night.
…. Where are you?
….I'll meet you at Starbucks in an hour.
That was sent one hour ago, damn, better run. I sprint down the hallway and make my way to Starbucks. I see Christina, in knee high boots, tights, shorts, a tight top and woolly long cardigan. I brace myself for the mountain of questions. She sees me and beckons to where she's sitting, coffee in hand.
"Tris, what happened yesterday? I totally blanked out!"
"Truth or dare at Zeke and Four's. I think everyone had a little too much to drink." Chris holds her hand, the hangover hitting her hard.
"Where were you though? Why weren't you in our dorm?"
"Four took me back to his because I was drunk." I fumble with my words and look down embarrassed. Chris gasps.
"He didn't try anything did he?!" I look up suddenly, eyes wide. Why would she say that? Why would he even look at me that way?
"No! He's not like that!"
"Oh so you know what he's like now do you?" Chris wiggles her eyebrows.
"No, it's just…whatever, I've got practise, I'll see you later."
"Cool beans."
…..
After hours of intense practise, I notice I had skipped lunch and missed some much needed water breaks. This music thing can get pretty tiring you know?! I pick up Jeffrey (my violin),pack him up and walk to get some air. I sit outside on some type of balcony on the second floor. There is a chilly breeze, so I wrap my scarf around tighter. I look around, and take in my surroundings. New York. It's somewhat beautiful. The way a city functions, as if it has its own heartbeat. People rarely make eye contact though. They move on swiftly as if there is always an urgency to be somewhere, sometime. Why? Why can't we take time to appreciate our surroundings, appreciate each other? Not a fault in the city but the fault in us.
"You seem deep in thought." I hadn't even realised someone had been sitting there. I turn and see those blue eyes that make me warm, even in the autumn breeze.
"How long have you been there for?"
Four looks down at his feet and smiles. "Enough to know something is bothering you."
How can he see this in me? He barely knows me?
"Oh." I stare into his eyes, not wanting to look away but he coughs and looks away. We sit in comfortable silence watching the world work by.
"It's beautiful isn't it?" He says and turns to me.
"Isn't it just." I whisper. He brushes a piece of hair away from my face that I hadn't realised was even down.
"Can I take you somewhere?"
"We are somewhere."
"Somewhere…special, later."
"Shh, don't ruin the moment." I pick up his hand. Wait, what? Why did I do that? I don't know, but it felt right. "This is perfect."
"Are you saying I'm perfect Prior?" an arrogant smirk that I love plays on his lips. I give him a playful shove. "Shut up, and ok pick me up at seven." I get up and walk away, paying attention to get one last look at him. He's there shaking his head, a silly grin plastered on his face.
Four
She is perfect more like. I miss the warmth of her hand, which was sending fireworks down my own. Imagine being even closer to her, what would that do to me? She's making me crazy, crazy for her. I get up and go back to the house. After the party, things were left pretty messy. "Zeke!" I bellow, "We need to clean all this crap up!" Ergh, he's probably making out with Shauna now anyway. I grab a binbag and start to clean plastic cups off the floor. And how did a piece of toast get on the ceiling?! Suddenly the bell rings, and I go to answer it. The most beautiful girl stands before me. Her hair in a French braid reaching her waist. She wears a navy blue embroidered dress, reaching mid-thigh, and of course, being Tris, her white chucks and black leather jacket are on.
"I couldn't help myself!" She grins and walks over beside me. "Whatcha doing?"
"Just clearing up stuff." I smile. I've been smiling a lot more since I met her.
"So me lady,"I say in a british accent and dropping the binbag. "Will you do me the honour of joining me on an epic date?"
"I would my fine sir."
"Then let us move forward!"