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Chapter 12
Cheeks on Fire

"Exactly! You are good at this. It'll be our little secret." he winks.

.xx.

I'm not even halfway through my day and I am already tired.

I had first period with Mrs. Matthews, second with some teacher I don't even remember the name, and now, I am walking into third period. Late. Because I lost myself in this huge school. I was looking for a bathroom and I ended up in the other side of the building. When I finally got to the class, I knocked. And, when I opened the door I had all heads turned to me. I didn't even looked at them properly, because in the previous break I had been comparing schedules with Marlene, Lynn, Christina and even Will. I found out that this period I was going to be all alone.

"What is your name?" The teacher asks.

"Tr-Beatrice. Beatrice Prior." I say.

I hear someone snort loudly and I look to where the sound came. I spot Peter in the end of the room. How cool. Two periods with Peter in the same day.

"Oh, yes, yes..." The teacher says. She sounds a little unorganized and confused. She looks around for a bit. "Well, I don't believe there are still seats in... Oh yes. You can sit right there." She points. I follow her finger and I see Four. And an empty chair next to him.

I made my way to the chair and sat on it.

Should I say hi? Yes, of course. It'd be rude not to. I open my mouth to say hi but... No. But why not? I say hi to my friends. I'd say hi if Zeke was by my side. I open my mouth again but... No. Four is not my friend. I've talked to him like once... Or twice. One of the times was when I entered his room looking for Zeke. Oh my. This is awkward. Does he remembers it? Of course he does, silly. So... I should say hi. Just to clear things up, and for him to know that I totally forgot about that. I open my mouth and... No. He might think otherwise.

I look at him and he is looking at me with his eyebrows furrowed.

What? Why is he looking at me like that?

"Are you okay?" He asks.

"Yes, why wouldn't I be okay?" I say way to quickly.

He just shrugs and looks at the teacher again. And I do the same thing.

"Cellphones are not allowed in this class, and you can't eat inside of this building." The teacher is saying. At least Mrs. Matthews knew we knew the rules.

I open my notebook and start doodling. After maybe half and hour and two pages of my notebook later the teacher says we can leave early. That caught my attention almost immediately.

I stand up and follow the rest of my class to the outside of the room. When I am about to pass through the door, someone tries to squeeze in between the door and I, but only ends up shoving me, making me drop the cardigan, that I was holding on my hand, and my notebook, in which someone steps on in his way out.

"What's the point of saying sorry if I don't even mean it?" Peter says before walking away.

I should have guessed he was the one who shoved me. I quickly picked up my stuff and walked to my dorm, since is the only place I know the way to and all my friends are in class.

When I was walking up the stairs I made a quick stop in the fourth floor to see if Caleb was in class or not. And he was.

Then, I went to my dorm. But, at the second I opened the door I realized I couldn't stay there alone. If Christina was there, it would be different. I would have someone to talk to.

Usually, I like being alone. But in this school it just feels weird. It's so big but yet it seem that is always empty. Back in my hometown, I'd be glad to be all alone in my bedroom. But again, in here, it just seems weird. This doesn't feel like my home at all. It feels like I am in a friends house. And everyone knows how weird it is to be left alone in a house that is not yours.

I toss my cardigan and my notebook in the chair and I head towards the roof.

I need some fresh hair.

I open the big silver door and my face is greeted by a chilly feeling. The wind is blowing. Not slowly, but not too hard. I walk towards the wall that is in the edge of the roof, that reaches my stomach, and I can feel my nose and my cheeks getting colder. It is an amazing feeling which I didn't felt in at least 4 days, since I've been blushing like crazy when I'm around Uriah. And sometimes Four. Not sometimes, rarely. Almost never.

"In 2 years, you are the only one who found about my secret place."

Speaking, I mean, thinking of the devil... Of the handsome devil.

There it goes the feeling of cold cheeks. It was nice to have you for moments.

"I don't think this is a secret place for anyone, considering there was a party here a couple of days ago." I say, not turning around, gazing at the distance and shoving my hands in my pockets.

He joins me, standing right by my side, gazing at the distance as well.

"People only come here for parties. No one actually spends their time in the roof."

"You do."

He chuckles and the wind starts blowing harder. Besides the chilly feeling my whole body feels, my cheeks are fighting with it. Fire with ice, hot with cold, rosy with tomato red. That's the main reason I don't look at Uriah. I am so pale that the slightest blush is noticed.

I try to think of a topic for us to talk. I like his company, and I like talking to him. But I don't know how to communicate properly.

"So," I start. "shouldn't you be in class?"

"Shouldn't we all?"

"My class was dismissed earlier."

"I don't have third period."

"And I thought I was lucky." I muttered.

"What brought you here?" He says, turning to me.

I don't want to turn to him, I am blushing so hard.

"Oh, you know..." I look at my feet. "I needed to think."

"Think? About what?" He says as he sits in the wall of the roof, with his back turned to the distance and looking at me. At this point, I'm sure he noticed my bright red cheeks.

"I don't know. I just felt like the roof was a nice place to... Think." I smile shyly.

"In my freshman year, I used to come here all the time. To think, study or do my homework. I'd spend the most part of my time here. I used to felt marvelous after a whole hour here." He says before inhaling deeply.

"Don't you feel like that now?" I say before I place my elbows in the wall, right next to him. Still not looking at him though, just looking at nowhere in particular.

"Now, I do. Believe me." He smirks. "Uh, Tris? Somewhere in the middle of the weekend, Zeke is, you know, planing on doing something here on the roof. With... A couple of friends. You should show up. I mean, if you want to. Of course." He says scratching the back of his head.

My eyes shot open. He is inviting me. And he sure looks nervous.

"Sure, I'll show up." I say trying to look as normal as I can, considering that my cheeks must be on fire right now. "What is he planing on doing?"

"I don't even know. With Zeke, you never know. Never." He shakes his head smirking.

"That is cool, I guess. Who is coming?"

"Oh, the usual... Zeke, Lauren, Four, Eric, Shauna, Lynn,... I invited Will as well, so, you might want to bring Christina."

"I'll make sure to invite her."

"Great."

"Great." I smile.