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Wow. I am such an idiot. He wasn't apologizing because he was preparing to take me to my doom, he was apologizing for freaking bumping into me! How anti-climactic, I know. But, we still had Peter and them behind us.
"Four, give us a hand!"
"No. Oh, you're just jealous that a girl sat ahead of you! So, you coward, you decided to pick on Tris because you know Shauna is a senior. Not someone to be messed with. So, if I were you I would keep moving. Move along. Move along."
He waves them through like a… storm trooper. To my surprise, they stormed out, making a huge scene. They cursed and swore until the security guard had to come and silence them. I looked at Four and laughed my stomach out.
"Star Wars? Seriously?"
He just shrugged
I laugh until I can't breath, watching Four's satisfied face.
I finally am able to face him.
"Star Wars? Seriously?"
He shrugs and turns to walk back to rehearsal. I grab his arm and he tenses as he turns to look at me. He raises his eyebrows expectantly. As I look into his dark blue eyes, I am unable to form a sentences. My mind is lost in those deep blue eyes. That I know. Somehow. I brush off the feeling and let go of his arm. He turns back and roughly pushes open the door.
"Thanks." I don't think he heard me. At least, if he did, he doesn't acknowledge it. Jeez. Once a jerk, always a jerk.
The rest of the rehearsal goes by quickly. Nothing eventful, just the usual bow pokes from Peter. And, let me tell you, they hurt a lot. Imagine getting pricked with a needle the size of a knitting needle in the leg a thousand times a minute. My leg probably has a few holes. Last year, Peter was obsessed with swinging his cello in its soft case, so the endpin scratched me. It was like a piece of super sharp plastic digging into the back of my calves thirty times a minute. And those bled. I still have scars from when he "accidentally" dug too deep. He even ruined a few of my favorite jeans. That butt face!
I get Christina's phone number at the end of rehearsal and she texts me later that evening.
Chris: Hey!
Chris: Hey!
Chris: Hey!
Chris: Tris?
Chris: Tris? Are you okay? Text back asap!
Me: Hi. I was in the shower...
Not! Man, it's fun to watch Chris freak.
Chris: TRIS! I thought something had happened! Thank god!
Me: ok. Wassup?
Chris: Uriah 's having a par-tay tonight, but he didn't know your phone number (:
Chris: You're coming, RIGHT? *wink*
Me: umm... I don't really know. I have a lot if homework...
Chris: Great! I'll be over ur house in 5 to get ready. C u soon!
Me: I guess that's a yes. C u.
She arrives in three minutes.
"I looked it up, it takes six minutes to get here from your house UNDER the speed limit." I raise my eyebrows at her expectantly.
She just grins while racing me up the stairs. When we get to the third floor, where my room is, she pants her answer.
"Funny...I thought...I had...waited...five...minutes be...fore walking...in..."
"Wait...you were just sitting outside of my house? With dresses?"
"No! I just pulled over and just so happened to turn up in front of your house..." Before I can respond, she runs into my room, gawking at the size.
"Yup, you can just go ahead into my room," I mutter to myself before walking up. Christina shuts the door directly in my face and I stand in shock. Before I can yell at her, she opens the door and bows in front of me.
"Welcome, Madam. To what do I owe this pleasure? Please, step right this way," she said in a British accent. I stalked into my room and clicked my tongue.
"Why, thank you very much, young peasant. May I call for a cup of tea?" I mimic her accent and behavior, strolling around the space.
"Why, of course, M'lady," she managed to squeak out before bursting into laughter. She is rolling around on the ground and I decided to keep up the act.
"Excuse me! Where is that cup of tea?"
Christina's grin only widens and she runs to the door.
"We have watched way too much Downton Abbey." I hear her crackles ring in the hallway even after she's raced down the stairs. She comes back soon with a plate of cookies and two mugs of hot chocolate. I laugh as she bows, spilling a little hot chocolate on herself.
"Oh my gosh, this burns so much. This is so much more pain than I thought! Tris! Help!" She runs frantically around, searching for the bathroom.
"Down the hall, to the right," I call to her after 5 minutes of watching her run around.
"THANKS!"
She comes back into the room with a soaking wet shirt. I tossed her an old t-shirt and she smiled gratefully. I smiled back. Her hair was messed up and wet, her shirt and pants drenched in a dark liquid. Boy, she will freak when she sees this. She makes her way over to the mirror and screams. Then, she begins to strut around the room, dripping onto my carpet.
"I think I could rock this look, don't you agree?"
I just laugh and she an evil grin creeps onto her face. Oh great.
In three hours, she's forced me into a short, skin tight dress and overdone my makeup. Fantastic. When she finally lets me look in my mirror, I gasp. The shocking girl standing in front of me is not
Even though we arrive on time, we can still hear the music blaring from Uriah 's house. Great. I love parties. And people. (Note the sarcasm) I walk up to the door and hold my arm up to knock. Christina eyes me suspiciously.
"You really haven't done this before, have you?"
I smile shyly and she sighs. Then, she takes a deep breath and swings the door open without knocking. I gasp in surprise.