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After Christina bids her goodbyes to my parents, my brother - surprisingly, and me, I hop in the shower.

Of course, before Christina left my mom asked us about our first day. I obviously didn't tell her that I ditched and that Four asked me to be his friend again. My parents were both very fond of him and didn't know how to help me when he…left. They just told me that it would be okay.

It wasn't okay. It never is in the real world.

I stand in the shower for at least twenty minutes while blasting Weezer's "Buddy Holly" from my phone just outside of the shower. Four originally showed me that band, and that was the first song I actually didn't have to pretend to like. After that, I started listening to more classic rock bands such as Van Halen and Led Zeppelin - later finding my way to the modern rock bands. I was a Christina girl back then and only listened to pathetic pop boy bands. Now, I listen to bands such as Weezer, Oasis, Foo Fighters, the Beatles, and Imagine Dragons; Imagine Dragons probably being my favorite.

After the playlist of my favorite songs is done, I reluctantly get out of the nice, hot shower and dry off. I pull on pajamas after brushing my teeth and get into my bed. I take out my phone and look at my messages. I glance at my clock and see that it's only ten thirty at night. No one should be asleep just yet. I decide to call someone. My first choice is Christina, but I just talked to her not even an hour ago, and I don't feel like talking about boys - probably Will - and makeup again. I decide on Uriah, but he'll most likely make me laugh so much that Caleb will get mad; not that I care if my brother thinks I'm annoying, anyways. I think about Lynn, but we aren't very good friends in the first place. I consider Marlene, but she is probably asleep because of cheerleading tryouts tomorrow. My last choice is Will, but then again he's most likely either studying, doing next week's homework, or talking to Christina; why won't they just hookup? They obviously like each other.

Dammit. Christina is rubbing off on me.

My last, last choice is Four.

Of course. Thank you, universe! Is this some kind of sign or whatever?

Marcus is probably on a business trip, so I don't have to worry about him. I still can't believe he told me about him.

I unwillingly dial his number. He picks up on the second ring.

What the hell? Was he just sitting there, waiting for me to call?

"Hello?" he says.

"Um, hey, Four."

"Tris?" he asks. I laugh.

"Who else would call you at this time of day?" I cringe. I haven't called him at this time of day since that day.

I can almost see him shrug. "I don't know. Maybe Zeke, Shauna, Lauren…" He starts naming all his friends. I suppose they are his friends. The only ones I actually know of are Zeke and Shauna, a little bit of Lauren. When did he make all these friends? Before, we knew all the same people. We never felt left out with each other.

Before

The word lingers in my mind; not planning on leaving any time soon.

"Yeah, I guess I was wrong," I admit. This time he laughs. I've always loved his laugh.

What the hell am I saying?!

"Anyways, why did you call?"

Shit.

"I don't know…I just wanted…to, uh…talk to someone," I say honestly. I can almost hear the smirk in his voice.

"Why didn't you call any of your other friends?"

That is living proof that he doesn't know any of my friends, either.

"I guess I just wanted to talk to you?" I say it more of a question than a confident statement. He laughs again.

"It's good to have you back, Tris, it honestly it," he says. I smile even though I know he can't see me.

Wait.

"Then why did you leave me? Tobias, you were my best friend. My best friend. We need to talk about this," I say, more serious this time. I can hear him gulp. Either I hear him, or I imagine it.

It's then I realize that I used his real name.

"Uh, Tris, I think I hear Marcus…he might be home. Bye!" He quickly hangs up. I stay there for a minute, the phone still against my ear. I then slam my phone on my nightstand in frustration. He's not helping this at all.

The next morning, I wake up and I feel completely like shit. I hardly got any sleep after my conversation with Four last night.

I throw slash kick the sheets off me and make my way to my bathroom. I brush my hair, apply my eye makeup, and get changed in my regular V-neck black shirt and black skinny jeans. I slip on black Converse and grab my bag, shoving my phone in my pocket; not bothering to check my messages. Or if I even have any.

I run down the steps; two at a time.

I grab an apple and start my way towards the front door. My brother eyes me; his eyes not approving my outfit, or my tattoos, or my hair - which is down and not in it's average ponytail. I glare at him. For being eleven months older, he's definitely not very respective of my own choices. I say goodbye to my mom who is currently at the kitchen table - phone glued against her ear - and head out to my car, driving to school in under five minutes. I park my car and get out, slinging my bag over my left shoulder. I notice Four walking towards the school entrance, the same time as me.

Thanks again, universe! Feel like being an ass today, don't we?

He must freaking sense me coming towards him, because he turns around and smiles.

My freaking God. He hasn't smiled to me in…forever.

I return a pretty well-faked smile and reluctantly try to catch up to him.

"Hey, Four," I say. He nods and says a simple, "Hey," in return.

We walk into school together making small talk and everyone instantly eyes us. I glare at all of them, instantly shutting them up.

"Do any of you have damn lives?! So what I'm walking in with Four?! We're friends you freaking idiots. Get back to the shitty lives you claim to have!" I yell to everyone in the hallway. They all busy themselves with something so they don't have to look in our direction. I faintly smirk.

"Nice," is what Four comments. "I usually just glare at them and that seems to work." He shrugs to himself.

"For the long time you have known me, I would suspect that you would know that I don't tend to be quiet of my thoughts," I say, only half kidding. He's known me for about eight years…you think he'd know. But I guess I've changed a lot. So has he. For the better.

What am I saying? Again, Tris, what is your problem?!

When I reach my locker, I say my goodbye to him and say I'll see him in Science. I start to undo the combination to my locker and open the door, getting out my books for my dreaded morning classes.

I slam it shut and head down to Science. Most of my classes are AP, which explains why I sit next to Four in almost all of them. Christina has some AP classes with me, including Science and Math. Two of the subjects I hate with a passion.

I make my way to Science and sit down. Moments later, Four walks in with Christina at his heels. Four's face is red on the left side. He sits down in his seat next to me, Christina in the other. I lean over towards Four.

"What happened?" I ask him. He shakes his head. I look over to Christina, anger written all over her face. I ask her the same question.

"I had a…word with him," she says. I smirk and ask her what about. "Just to make sure he doesn't hurt you again. Then when he asked me what I was talking about, I slapped him." She smirks as well. I lean back in my chair, amusement on my face. Four starts absent-mindedly rubbing his left cheek while the teacher talks about the reproduction of cells or something.

I'm not paying attention because something else is on my mind completely.

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DOOOOONE.

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