AN: Sorry for not updating this weekend but hey here's your next one! I'd also like to dedicate this chapter to a review and how their birthday is next week so happy birthday and next update will come at 42 review! Thanks for all the support... DIVERGENT COMES OUT IN 4 DAYS! I might cry I'm so excited
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Tris Pov:
I wake up and can feel a pair of a familiar set of arms around me, I look up to find Four either having his eyes closed or he is actually sleeping. I try and move but I am wrapped in and can't break his arm grip. He gradually loosens his grip and I am able to remove myself from him. My whole body gets colder as I stand up. My stomach growls as I make my way over to the kitchen to get food, I pour a bowl of special K cereal with milk. "Good morning Tris!" Four says to me as I already have a spoonful of cereal in my mouth, all I am able to do is nod. He has a glass of coffee and sits down next to me, I can feel my inside starting to turn to jello. "So do you want to go down to the park and work out for awhile, knowing Zeke and them they won't be up for awhile. It will give you plenty of time to come back and get ready for your shopping trip." He says to me. I look into his eyes and they have mixed feelings in them. "Yeah sure just let me go and get my other shoes and change into more suitable clothes! You're also not seriously going to let Christina do this to me. I hate shopping it last for hours with that chick." I say to him. He slightly laughs, "You know I don't have a choice in this right?" He asks me. "Yeah I guess you don't." I finish the rest of my breakfast and head up stairs to change. I put on longer shorts and a cut off shirt that shows my new purple Nike sports bra on the side. I grab my outdoor shoes and head back down. Four is already down there and is doing some ball smacks by the front door. "Could you be any louder?" I ask him acknowledging how loud he was being. "Shut up let's go it's not that far of a walk but I would definitely put a sweatshirt on." He says and throws me one of his. I slip it on and it says University of Chicago on the front and comes down to my mid thigh.
We walk down the sidewalk to the nearest park. The sun is out and the wind is barely blowing. "Are you okay with using a mens ball?"
"Yeah I bet I'm better with it then you are." I say sarcastically and slip off the massive sweatshirt and throw it on the bench.
He snorts at my comment, "Yeah sure, let's go one on one."
"Okay shoot for ball." I say. He goes up to the three point line and swooshes it. "Lucky shot." I mutter underneath my breath.
"What was that?" Shit. He must have heard me. "Nothing, okay let's go. I'm about to whoop your ass." I say as he passes me that ball. I check it back to him, I get into my defensive stance, low and wide. Is what I think to myself. He tries to head fake but I don't fall for it. I keep my balance while he crosses me over I put my hand out and steal the ball from him. "Fuck." Is all he says. I go back behind the three point line and see that he is sagging back into the paint. I don't even hesitate before pulling the trigger for my shot. Swoosh, you could even hear the net. "Good shot I'll give you that." He says. I smirk at him and we keep playing. At the end the final score was 21-18 me. I beat the almighty Four. "I so let you win."
"Yeah, we were using a mens ball, you kept trying to dunk but I blocked you four times." I say at him with a smile.
"Yeah you're right." He says but I can tell something is off with him, just the way he is acting right now something isn't right. "Four what's wrong? Don't tell me it's nothing I know something isn't right what is it?" I ask with concern in my voice. He has a look like he is fighting this internal battle with himself right now. He grabs my hand and has me sit next to him on the park bench. "My dad well when I was younger, he would beat me and whip me." He says. I am shocked. That is terrible. I thought my dad was bad but that is just down right cruel how could you beat your own son.
"That's not all either. He would also after he got tired of whipping me would send me to the attic and have me climb out the window and hold on to the edge of the window ledge. He would bring me back in when I was hanging on with only two fingers left. That would explain my fear of heights and shit. Next he would lock me in closets, I would go sometimes without dinner for three days. My mother was terrible to. She would call me worthless and say that I couldn't do shit. My self esteem was so low I don't even know how I made it into the Olympics. My real name is Tobias but I just go by Four because I hit four threes in a row, had four assists, four rebounds, four steals in my seventh grade year and the name just stuck." He says. I can feel my eyes starting to well up, but I don't cry cause I know Four well now Tobias doesn't want any ones pity.
"I am not going to even try and tell you sorry because I know you aren't looking for pity but that is some messed up shit right there and to be honest your dad sounds like a dick and so does your mom, no wonder you don't talk about them much." I say and give him a big hug. We stay like this for awhile. He pulls away and we just hold each others gaze for a moment when he starts leaning in. I feel his lips on mine and I don't pull back either. My head is spinning and my heart is doing summer salts right now. I pull back and his whole face seems a little more depressed. "Sorry I shouldn't have." He tries saying but I cut him off, "No I was just out of breath that was actually amazing." I say with a giant smile.
"Well in that case," He says and leans in again.
Fourtris has begun! Remember 42 reviews and I'll update!