"Hey what's your name?" The boy swerved across the room, beer in his hand slopping down his shirt as he stumbled over. He slid into the chair next to me, he put his hand on my knee and I slapped it.
"None of your business." I stood up and stormed off, opening the club door I stood on the green. It stretched down to the bank onto the motorway, I leant against the wall. Lights from the cars zooming past burnt my eyes, forgetting the party I ran down the green to a set of steps. Jumping down I found myself alone. Bang! I slid into the shadows of the wall and watched from afar. A boy ran out, looking around he saw the stairs and sprinted to them. Skidding to a stop he looked at me.
"Who are you?" He was wearing a black suit and white shirt and black reflective glasses. He didn't say it flirtily but as if he was scared.
"You first." I said stoneilly.
"You don't recognise me. Good, Four pop-star."
"Four. You are Four?"
"Oh God, you are a f..." He backed away but I stepped forward and slapped him. My hand stung an his expression showed pure shock.
"Where have you been? 2 years since I have seen you, and not even a call. Nothing. You created this, my straight D' s in mocks, my attitude. And you come back all happy and expect me to just open my arms and..."
"Tris?"
"Yes." He doesn't answer just envelopes me, I hold him tight, as if no time has passed. Like we are 14 and 16 again.