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Chapter 6 - Four POV
I woke up to Marcus pounding harshly on my door, demanding I wake up. I sighed and turned to look at my plain, white wall.
Tris Prior. I couldn't stop thinking about her. She had known about me, I could tell from her reaction when I told her name. Why had she left so quickly? Had I done something to her in the past?
I rolled out of bed and took a warm shower before changing into jeans, black sweater, and sneakers. I grabbed a muffin from the kitchen on my way out the door and into Marcus' car. We drove to the community center where we were going to feed some homeless people there to promote Marcus' campaign.
When we pulled into the parking lot I saw Tris, her mother, father, and another guy around Tris' age walking into the building through a side door. We got out and followed them.
"Marcus," Tris' dad said politely, nodding towards him.
"Andrew," Marcus replied gruffly. "This is my son Four." At least he remembered my nickname. I saw a look of disapproval in Andrew's eyes, but Tris' mother held out her hand.
"It's nice to meet you Four," she said warmly. "My name's Natalie."
"You too, Natalie," I said, shaking her hand.
"These are my children, Caleb and -"
"Tris," she said, cutting off her father. She shook Marcus' hand, ignoring her father's glare. "It's nice to meet you Marcus." My father nodded in reply before Tris turned to me. "And you, Four." She gave me a smile as she shook my hand.
"Great, you're all here," A woman's voice interrupted us. We all turned to see a woman with long brown hair and a scar across her cheek. "My name is Johanna Reyes. Thank you so much for volunteering today. So, let's get everyone a job. Four, how about you wash dishes?" I nod.
"I'll help," Tris volunteered.
"Good," Johanna said. Tris and I went to the kitchen to begin our job.
"Why does your father call you Four and not Tobias?" Tris asked.
"I asked Marcus not to call me by my real name," I shrugged.
"But you told me you'd prefer if people called you Tobias," Tris pointed out.
"Look, I don't want to talk about Marcus," I said. Tris raised her eyebrows. "What about you? Why'd you interrupt your dad when he was about to introduce you?"
"I don't like my real name," Tris replied. She turned back to the sink and began to clean the dishes, and I did too.
"What's your real first name?" I asked after a couple minutes of silence.
"My name is Beatrice, Beatrice Prior," she said, not looking up from the dishes she was washing.
Beatrice. I'd known her before. Now I could hear Uriah telling Zeke and I how his friend, Beatrice, had a crush on me when I was a senior. She was very pretty and I found myself beginning to like her too. By the time I had worked up the nerve to ask her out she was dating some guy named Robert.
"You've changed a lot," I comment.
"You remember me?" she asked, turning to look at me.
"Now that you told me your real name, yes," I reply, looking at her.
"You've changed too, Tobias," she smirks.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah. Let me think; you're taller, more muscular... oh and you've developed anger problems."
"I've developed anger problems?" I say, clenching my hands into fists.
"Yes," she said, turning back to the dishes again. "Don't bother putting that mask back on, you don't intimidate me."
"I don't have a mask," I snort, turning back to finish the dishes. "And I definitely don't have anger problems."
"Tell that to the guy who fired you from your job."
We continue to wash the dishes in silence, me refusing to talk anymore to Tris.
A/N: So I probably won't have another chapter up tomorrow. Sorry! I'm super busy. I would love to hear what you all want to have happen, though. Tris and Four both had feelings for each other! Do you think they're feelings should come back? Should Four be nice to Tris and should Tris go out with the guy she refers to as a spoiled brat? Review!