Chapter 52
Last time: I feel that maybe my life will turn a little cliché for a while.
Present:
- Flashback Over -
I set Lyndsey and Jason up like Jason asked. I guess maybe he did remember making out with Lyndsey on New Years Eve. He came back to school the next day with a huge grin on his face. He rushed over to me and hugged me. I just looked at him and he nodded. Well, it's official. Lason is officially a thing.
- 2 Months Later -
My life has gotten extremely boring as of late. I need something to keep me interested in life. Perhaps a job? No. I really don't want a job.
Four is staring at me again. I stare back at him this time. I start noticing his fave again. His gorgeous face. His face that I have fallen for. His face that contains his unique blue eyes, and his hooked nose, and his lips. He has a spare upper lip and a full lower lip. God, I would kiss those lips.
Wait, what?
I'm fantasizing about kissing him. Okay I have to stop liking him. This is going to be hard. I'll just stop looking at him. That's going to be even harder. I look back at his face. His amazing face that looks like God himself structured it. I don't take it back, I would so kiss him.
Then I remember: I have kissed him. I do have evidence that he likes me! I like a boy who likes me back! I'm not utterly hopeless!
Wait, who is this? This is not me. I do not like Four. I don't even know his real name, for gods sake!
"Christina says you two should go out."
Like I care what Christina thinks.
"Yeah, you do care what she thinks."
Shut up.
"You first."
Your so childish.
"You're talking to yourself."
Touché.
STOP! I will not be driven to insanity due to a boy. This is madness. Complete and utter madness.
Suddenly I start flying. Okay, I thought I established that I wasn't going to be driven to insanity because of a boy.
"Hey, genius! You're not insane. You were lifted into the air by someone." My conscience says. I snap back to reality. Conscience is right, I am being carried, and I can tell exactly who is carrying me. Uriah.
He places me down on a bench and I just sort of stare at him. He doesn't look back at me.
"Look Tris, I know I'm your ex and ex's usually don't do this but u want you to get together with Four." He says slowly. I slap him.
"No." I hear coming out of my mouth. Part of me just wants everyone to drop this argument but another part wants them to force us together.
"Yes. You and Four both obviously like each other and the rest of the group agreed that you would be cute together." He says.
"When?"
"Just now. You and your future husband were both tuning everything out and staring at each other." I take a deep breath. I'll admit. But only to one person.
"Uriah?"
"Yeah?"
"I like Four."
"Really?" He asks sarcastically. I take another deep breath.
"This is a big thing for me to admit. I'm admitting to giving in. I'm admitting this while I'm fully aware what I'm admitting to. Uriah, I'm admitting to being cliché." I say.
"Why do you hate cliché things, Tris?"
"I actually have no legitimate reason for hating cliché things. I just do. I guess it always annoyed me when I was little how the princess would get the prince and the dragon would be slain. Why would that always happen? It would never change. The prince and the princess had only just met, can they be sure it was true love? And why would the prince kill the dragon? What did the dragon ever do? He was just being a dragon!" I rant. I have no clue why I'm ranting about dragons and princes and princesses.
Uriah is silent for a while.
"You were a deep child." He finally says. I laugh.
"Thanks."
"Why did you start rambling?" I take yet another deep breath.
"I don't know."
"I think this is even more proof that you like Four. When you like someone you tend to ramble a bit." Uriah says smiling fondly.
"Is that why we have strange conversations with you?" I ask.
"Marlene is an amazing person." He simply says.
I stand up suddenly. Uriah looks strangely at me.
"Goodbye." I say like I'm leaving to war.
"Goodbye?" He says it almost like a question.
I walk off. I don't where I'm going or what I'm thinking. I am like a robot that was programmed only to walk. I'll just let my legs guide me somewhere.
I end up at Tori's house. I walk into the kitchen. Tori is sitting on the counter.
"Hey." I say.
"Ditching?" She asks. I shrug. She nods. "Could be doing worse things."
I run up to my room and take a nice long nap.
Okay, I will openly admit that this chapter sucks. I know exactly how the ending is going to go but I'm having a hard time wrapping this story up. Wait! OMG I LITERALLY JUST FIGURED OUT THE PART THAT WAS MISSING IN THE PUZZLE PIECE! YAY!
So, yeah. Hi.
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QOTD: What's your favorite sport?
My answer: Baseball. I am a pitcher on my team , so take that everyone who says girls can't play baseball. I was talking with my mom last night and apparently a girl struck out Babe Ruth and five days later girls were banned from playing professional baseball! I hate how sexist our society is! It's awful!