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"So, how's your Dad's?" I ask, let's not go too far, this time Tris.

"It's shit, he's not changed from the asshole he was when I left. Jesus, I must be the only one to say this, but I can't wait to go back to school. " He doesn't look like his usual self, he looks deflated, it's eight in the evening, he's never this tired by now.

"Don't worry, I'm not exactly thrilled to be here either, I'd rather be with you guys back in Room Four playing video games. " I try to sympathise, but odds are, he's got it worse than I.

"You and me both, Tris. You and me both. You know, only another week here, and that includes a party, maybe I can get away from him for some time. If he lets me. "

"Party? Don't have too much fun without me?" I laugh, trying to keep the conversation upbeat.

"Of course, I won't. How's Robert?" he smirks. It's strange, I probably should meet up with him and Susan, yet I don't really want to. Since I've been home, I've been busy writing essays for classes, video calling people and sleeping; trying to keep out of everyone's hair. Fortunately, there's a New Year's party coming up, most likely a quiet one knowing this town, yet I'll see them nonetheless.

"I've not seen him yet, but there's a party on New Year's eve so you'll never know," he seems a bit more upbeat, almost like his normal self.

"Don't let him be your New Year's midnight kiss will you?" he seems almost insecure, like I would leave him for Robert.

"Only if you don't let some bimbo be yours?"

"Well, not in this town Tris, this place is dead and always shall be. Sure they have a 'party' but it doesn't mean it will be good, nothing like a dauntless party." I remember that night, where he walked me to my room, where I felt like I would throw up on his shoes.

"That was some party, don't think I'll be getting that drunk at this party. " I won't, oh God no, not again.

"I'm sure about that, Tris, you were a wreck and on the walk to the chasm the next day, God. You were pale, you were like casper the friendly ghost. "

"I'm so glad you noticed that of all days for my future boyfriend to notice me, I'm glad that that was the day." I smirk. I still hadn't admitted to myself that I liked him at that point.

"I noticed you before that point. I mean, you were put into Chris' room day one. I had to be there to keep you sane. Chris, she's lovely, but she's an absolute nutcase, God knows how Will's dating her. "

"God bless him I say, " I raise my glass of water by my side. Four raises his bottle of whatever he's drinking. I wouldn't be surprised if it was a bottle of beer, by the way that his family has been described, it would almost make sense.

"Tris, I'm not meant to be talking to anyone, I've already pushed my limits, I think I'm going to call it a night. I miss you." his head seems to be drooping slightly, I best let him go.

"Of course, I understand, I miss you too. See you in a week," I smile hopefully.

"Yeah... a week." With that he hangs up. Lately, Four has had a tendency to be deliberately enigmatic. He's leaving these conversations like this for a few days now. He never says goodbye, he's only been making me question things more.

"So, we'll be seeing Marcus Eaton and the blacks this New Year, what have you got planned Tris? " Mom asks, it's December 30th, the night before New Years eve.

"Well, I think someone's having a 'small gathering' " I use this phrase in particular seeing as mom would become suspicious, " I think I'll just go to that, I would finally get to see Susan and Robert, even though their mom and dad are here."

"Oh, that sounds like... fun, I hope you enjoy yourself." I think back to what mom and dad are doing. I haven't seen Marcus in years, not since I went to his wife's funeral. I remember seeing in the corner a willowy boy not much older than myself; his son Tobias. I never really talked to him, he seemed to disappear not too long ago, I suddenly never saw him in the corridors of school, I never bumped into him while at the food shelter, he went missing without a trace.

"So, Caleb, what are you doing with your night? " Dad asks.

"Well, I think I'll just stay here, helping you guys and reading, maybe stop into this gathering for a few minutes," of course, he can't leave me alone a teenage boy might pounce! I've grown more and more annoyed with Caleb since I've become a dauntless, our mannerisms have become opposite ends of the spectrum.

"Oh, well it would be lovely for everyone to see how grown up you've become!" I don't need anymore excuses to not be here, maybe I can stay over at Susan's avoid everyone else more than I already have.

"Well, then, I better be off, I have... an essay to write." I bluff, I can't stay here any longer. They're driving me insane. I can't deal with them anymore for now, maybe later after I've cleansed my mind.

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