Chapter 15
Four's POV:
I pull into the school parking lot and get out of my car. Great, it's Monday. I start to walk into school and Zeke shows up by my side.
"Wow Four, you're actually here before the first bell rang! That's a first!" Zeke says widening his eyes.
"Shut up Zeke. My father was on my case again this morning so I had nothing better to do than to come here." I say rolling my eyes.
We both walk into school and over to our lockers. I open mine and Zeke just leans against Tris'.
"Holy shit." Zeke says looking at the front doors we just came through. His mouth is wide open and his eyes are wide. I follow his gaze and my jaw drops too.
"Is that...Tris?" I ask Zeke, not being able to take my eyes off of her.
"I think so!" He says still looking at her too.
She got highlights put into her hair. Darker blonde ones and purple ones. That's the first thing everyone must notice. She's wearing black leggings, a long black shirt that hangs off of her shoulders, and black high heel boots that go to her knees. With that shirt on, you can clearly see that she got two tattoos. Her first one is three ravens in flight on her left collar bone. The second one is the Dauntless symbol that she made, tattooed on her right forearm. She looks amazing. She looks truly, Dauntless.
She starts walking over to Zeke and I. Well, to her locker.
"Tris, what happened to you?" Zeke asks eyeing her up and down.
"I don't know if that means I look good, or horrible, but Christina happened to me." She said trying to open her locker. I take some books out of mine and act like I'm not listening to their conversation.
"No, you look absolutely amazing." He says still eyeing her outfit."
"Thanks now stop checking me out. You're the one who made this happen actually." She says rolling her eyes.
"Oh yeah I am!" He says smiling, "I'm glad I did too!" She punches him in the arm and Zeke screams in pain. She just smirks.
"Dammit! I still can't get this freaking locker open! Four can you please help me?"
"Yeah I got it." Within five seconds, her locker pops open.
"Thanks Four." She says smiling at me.
"So Four, what do you think of Tris' new look?" Zeke says raising his eyebrows at me. I shoot him a death glare and then look back at Tris. She looks at me and all of a sudden I have trouble speaking.
"Well uh, um, it…looks really….good on you." I say not being able to look her in the eyes. Why can't I talk? This has never happened to me before.
"Um….thanks?" She shuts her locker says "uh, see you in third period I guess," and then walks away.
"Shit." I whisper when she walks away. I slam my fist into my locker.
"Dude you have it bad." Zeke says.
"I have what bad?" I say narrowing my eyes.
"Well uh, um…" He says mocking me, "you like her. A lot."
I roll my eyes and then punch him in the same arm Tris did earlier.
"Fuck!" He screams. Lucky for him there are no teachers around, but he wouldn't care if there were either. I walk to my first period class and get there right before the bell. All I can think about is how good Tris looked this morning.
"Hey Four. You look really good today."
"Um, thanks Brianna." I say without looking at her. She's been hitting on me since the first day of school. When is she going to learn to take a hint?
"So I was wondering, do you want to do something on Saturday night?" She says running her hand up my arm.
"Sorry Brianna, I'm busy Saturday." I say removing her hand from my arm. She stops talking to me, thankfully. I'm not paying attention at all to what my teacher is saying so I pull out my phone and text Zeke.
Me: Dude I freaking hate this class. Brianna won't stop hitting on me.
Zeke: Brianna Riley? Bro she's one of the hottest girls at this school. Any other guy would kill to be you.
Me: I don't understand why. She's annoying a'f.
Zeke: You don't understand because the only girl you can think of is Tris. Why can't you just admit that you like her?"
Me: Because I don't like her. I don't care what you say.
Zeke: Since you won't admit it to yourself I guess I'll have to make you realize it. When you think of Tris, what word do you think of?
Me: More than one.
Zeke: What are they then?
Me: Beautiful, funny, talented…
Zeke: Okay and how did it feel when you kissed her?
I stop and think. I know the answer. I know I'm going to regret typing it, but I do it anyways.
Me: I wanted to do again.
Zeke: Exactly. Now try and tell me that you don't like her. You just told me that she was beautiful and when you kissed her, all you wanted to do was kiss her again.
Well shit.
Me: Okay okay, I get it now. I see what you've been talking about.
Zeke: Then say it. Type out the words so you can realize it completely.
Me: Fine. I LIKE TRIS.
Zeke: Mission accomplished.