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When we get home I bring my bags to my room and then sit down in the living room with my parents who are watching the news.
"Heyy," I say.
"How was shopping?" my mom asks.
"Good, Christina came to the mall," I say.
"Are you ever going to hang out with any guys?" my mom asks.
"You know you're already 16. The deadline is in 2 years," says my dad.
"I know, I know. I have two years till 18!" I say, but my dad's expression doesn't change.
"Honey, you need to hang out with some guys," my mother says, "We will fully support you. If you could talk Caleb into seeing some girls, that would be great too."
"Mom," I moan.
"Seriously Beatrice," my father says.
"I did get a guy's number today at the mall," I say.
"But have you talked to him?" counters my dad.
"No, but-," I say, but am cut off.
"But what? But nothing!" My dad says.
"Okay DAD! Caleb and I are going to sneak out to go to a party tonight. Will you be okay with that? Maybe I will meet some boys there!" I say.
"That sounds good honey," my mom says.
"I hope you meet a nice boy," my dad says calming down.
"So you're fine with us sneaking out?" I ask
"How do you think me and your father met?" my mom asks.
"The late night farm parties," replies my dad.
And like that, I know I'm safe.
After my parents go to bed at 10, I get dressed in a new outfit that Christina picked out for me. I pulled on the tights, then the skirt, followed by a tank top, and a flowering cardigan. I put my hair into a french braid and pull out some make up Christina made me get. Eye shadow, mascara, and lipstick. I pull on my boots and sneak down stairs.
Caleb is sitting on the couch and when I step in front of him he points at the clock on the wall. "You're 5 minutes late," he hisses.
"Sorry, sorry," I say.
"Let's go," he whispers.
I follow him out the door, and into the backyard. He walks into the corn, and navigates through the maize filled field. We, walk and walk through the corn, some stalks hitting us in the face. After walking for about 20 minutes we hit a clearing in the middle of the field. A circle has been cleared of corn. The circle has a fire in the middle and several people around it. The corn has all been harvested in the circle. It looks amazing.
A brown-haired boy walks up to us. "Tris this is Uriah, Uriah this is Tris," Caleb says.
"Well nice to meet you Tris," says Uriah with a smirk on his face.
"Nice to meet you Uriah," I say.
"Let's get this party started," Uriah says, "follow me."
We follow Uriah to the center of the circle and he opens a cooler. "You both want one?" he asks.
What's in the cooler? I think to myself.
"Come on, don't be rude," Uriah says.
"What is it?" asks Caleb.
"Just take one," Uriah begs.
"Okay, okay," I say and he hands me a bottle.
"A beer?!" asks Caleb concerned.
"Ya a beer," says Uriah with a mocking tone, "Don't be a pansycake!"
"Just open it for me," I say giving in.
Uriah takes the beer from my hand and pops the top off. "Here you go gurrll," he says handing the beer back to me.
"Tris?" Caleb exclaims, "What will our parents think?"
"About sneaking out? I asked them about sneaking out and they were chill with it! They won't care if we drink too!" I say.
"Whatever Tris," Caleb says giving in and taking a beer from Uriah too.
Uriah takes a beer too, and starts sipping it. "Let me introduce you to the others Caleb," he says.
"You'll be fine Tris?" asks Caleb.
"Sure," I say. Caleb and Uriah walk away to the other side of the circle, leaving me alone.
I look around the circle, seeing only a few girls. This looks more like a guy party, than a girl party or even a co-ed party.
I feel my phone buzz and I pull it out of my pocket. It's from Christina U want 2 sneak out 2night?
Already did with Caleb. I send back.
Wht evr we need 2 hang out 2morrow, k? She sends back.
I'll c wht I can talk my parents into. I send back.
kk, c ya She sends back.
I look around the party. Looks like I have nothing better to do then just sit around. No one here knows me, and I just feel sorta alone. I plop down on one of the lawn chairs they have set up around the fire.
I sit alone, staring into the fire, occasionally sipping my beer for what feels like hours until a boy walks up to me. "He, I'm Peter, and your name pretty lady is...," he asks.
"Tris, my name is Tris," I say and throw out my hand and he shakes it. I haven't talked to many boys since school ended. Plus with the rule in Chicago we all have to get married by 18. People get married earlier, or some right on their deadline. But if you don't get married by the deadline then you get paired with someone who also has past the deadline. Even if you don't like the person, you get paired. That's life. Talking to three cute boys in one day is a new personal best.
"Well, you seem sorta lonely. I hope you don't mind me wanting to keep you company," he says with a grin plastered across his face.
I feel my cheeks blush, and I think he can see my face with the light of the fire. "I-I don't mind at all," I stutter.
"Well then Tris, would you like to join me in cooking some weenies?" he asks.
"Sure," I say.
"I'll get the cooking sticks, hot dogs, and buns," he says walking away.
I pull out my phone and check the time 1:30. I wonder how late Caleb will want to stay. Our parents expect us to work everyday on the farm, and I sure don't want to miss out on sleep, before a hard day of work. Maybe I'll take Christina up on her offer on hanging out. That is if my parents allow it.
Peter comes back and hands me a stick with a hot dog on the end, and sets two buns and a plate down on the armrest of my chair. "You ready to roast some weenies?"
"Sure am," I reply.
I stand up and put my stick over the fire watching it brown. Then I think I would rather have this weenie charred. I put the dog into the orange flame, watching it catch on fire. I pull it out and watch it sizzle before blowing it out. I turn to see Peter already done cooking his, and him already eating his.
I put my hot dog down in the bun and set the stick on the ground. I turn to sit down in my chair, to see Peter sitting in it. I look around and all the other chairs are taken. I turn back to Peter and he says, "We can share," a smirk plastered across his face. I feel my cheeks blush again. "You nervous Tris?" he says it with an evil intent, "You scared you won't be able to get away from me?" I feel the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. "Just sit on my lap."
I look at him and his face looks serious, commanding and threatening. I sit on his lap and start eating my hot dog. Once I'm done I discard my plate to the ground and take a sip of my beer. I feel awkward and out-of-place sitting on his lap. I feel my phone buzz and pull it out of my pocket. Part of me hopes its Four, but he gave me his number and I haven't texted him. It's a text from Caleb. When do you want to leave? It says.
Peter snatches my phone when he gives it back it says I'm having FUN, lets stay rly late!
"Really?" I ask.
"You want to leave me Trissy?" he asks, and sends chills down my back, his arm wraps around my side and he squeezes my breast.
I try to stand up but his arm is still wrapped around my chest. "Let me-," I try saying before his other hand wraps around my mouth.
"Say another word and you're going to get it girlfriend," he says threateningly.
I relax and sit the rest of the way back down. His hand comes off of my mouth and I look around. How could nobody of seen that?
"You want to come to my place." He says, but it comes out like a statement, not a question.
"Ummm, No thanks," I say while trying to stand up again, but yet again his arm pulls me back down.
"You don't have a choice. You're coming with me." He commands.
"I could scream right now," I say, "then we can end this debate, and the truth will go that I'M NOT GOING TO YOUR PLACE."
"OOO! Feisty, just the way I like them," he says, "and if you scream, I will just say I'm winning at a tickle fight, and all this will just look more believable. Your choice really."
"Why are you doing this?" I ask.
"You are just so-," he starts to say but I cut him off.
"So what? So annoyed that you are dragging me around now?" I ask.
"Its not like that," he says, but I don't trust him.
"So then what's it like then Mr. Casanova?" I ask.
"Its-," he starts saying, "but never mind!"
"Never mind?" I ask.
"ERIC!" Peter yells and an older guy by a couple of years comes walking over.
"You ready to hit the roads?" asks Eric.
"No, just let me-," I say but I stop when Eric glares at me. He has tattoos running up and down his arms, and has a few piercings. Eric sorta scares me.
"Not talking to you babe, Peter, you ready?" Eric asks.
"Ya, let's go to the place," Peter responds.
"Ya, no, lets not go to the place," I say, but it comes out shaky. I just let them know I'm scared of what's to come. This won't be good.
"Awww, little lamb a bit scared?" asks Eric and my body stiffens, "It will be okay babe. Eric and Peter will make everything okay," he says with a grin. Both Peter and him laugh.
Peter then speaks up, "Her brother-"
"I'll go tell him, she may have found her mate before she hit 18. Her parents will probably be over the moon. I'll be right back," Eric says walking away.
Peter starts playing with my hair and I just stay tense in his arms. I want to get out of this creep hole.
Eric comes back and says, "Caleb said he will tell your parents and wishes you the best of luck. You guys ready to go now?"
I bob my head obediently, but am really waiting for my chance to get away from him.
I cling to the chance of hope that they won't take my phone and I'll be able to text Four or anyone to save me.
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