So people are always asking for more Fourtris and fluff and stuff. But remember this story isn't just about Four and Tris. It's about a group of friends in high school. And what I see in a lot of fanfics is its only focuses on Fourtris and then that leaves like seven other characters, that I feel have important roles in the Divergent series, that get half assed, barely mentioned, and only given dialogue to prove they exists in their story. When I started this story I wanted to focus more on the group instead of just two people. Not that I won't put more Fourtris, it's just that's what my story is about.
Also I'm not bashing fanfics that focus on Fourtris, but I just noticed that and thought I might point it out.
Antyways enjoy~
Tris POV
I take a moment to appreciate how damn good Four looks today. His plaid shirt is rolled up to his elbows and fits perfectly to his body. His jeans are nicely fitted and hug is amazing ass perfectly. And I personally love his timberlands and light scruff. He looks like a sexy lumberjack.
"Hey beautiful" he greets me. I stand on my tippy toes and wrap my arms around his neck and plant a kiss on his lips.
"Hey," I look at his face,"you look like a sexy lumberjack today"
"Wow, no ones ever called me that before. Thanks," he laughs and kisses me.
"Your welcome"
We walk together to first period and take our seats. The class fills up and begins. I half listen to what the teacher has to say until she mentions a field trip. I tune in and she's talking about a field trip to the Arts and Science Museum to see the science lab and watch a documentary on the planets and stuff, in the huge theatre with the big rounded screen on the ceiling.
I love field trips. You get to get on a bus with your friends, drive around, do something that's not school work, and miss a whole day. I'm down for any field trip.
"So I have permission slips and the cost is three dollars per student and only students in my class can go. Not anybody who doesn't take this class or go to this school, I don't care if they already took me either," she says handing the slips out.
I take the paper and start filling it out. I stuff it in my binder and continue with class.
"Eggs, bacon, grits,-" Shauna sings quietly while lightly beating on the desk.
"Sausage," I say the next part and we both laugh.
Class ends soon and I head to Mr. Grambush's class. I sit next to Uriah and pull out my notebook.
"Hey Tris guess who?," Uriah says with a stupid grin on his face. Oh no.
"Who?"
"These nuts," he starts laughing,"got 'em"
"I'm sure there's medication available for people like you" I roll my eyes.
"Why you so salty? Did someone pee in your Cheerios again?"
"No your just a retard"
"Your so mean to me! You don't love me anymore!" He whines hurt.
"No I love you Uri poo pookey" I kiss his shoulder.
"Ugh you have a herpe above your lip, don't touch me" he leans away from me.
"It's a mosquito bite you dumbass" I hiss.
"Mmmmnhmm right," he says not believing me,"And the sad part is that your 'bite' is bigger than boobs"
"You got me fucked up! My shit is a 38B thank you very much," I growl at him. I may have been the president of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee throughout middle school and freshman year but my boobs did start growing. They may never be the size of Christina's, Shauna's, or Olivia's but, they're not invisible anymore.
He gives me this look saying 'I don't believe you hoe' and I glare back at him.
"Tris, Uriah do you mind paying attention at all today?," Mr. Grambush ask us. We answer yes and be quiet mostly for the rest of class.
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Olivia POV
"I love your truck" I say admiring Matthew's big, black, shiny, truck. He offered to take me home since I told him my car privileges have been revoked due to my slipping grades.
"Thanks, hop in," he says opening the door for me. Such a gentleman.
I try to push myself up to get in the car but I'm too short.
"Need some help?," he asks from behind me. I turn around and nod. He comes over and takes my waist- not to mention I'm only have on my sports bra and shorts so he's touching my bare waist and his hands are big, warm, and surprisingly soft- he lifts me with little effort into the passenger seat.
When seated I notice that I'm almost eye level with him, so I peer up at him and we just stare at each other. I suddenly wish, my forehead wasn't still shiny from cheer practice, I'm probably blinding him.
What am I talking about? Like he would notice, or care, or even look at me. I bite my lip sadly and lower my gaze.
"Are you okay?" He ask lifting my chin up. I nod lying and he smiles and kisses my cheek and closes the door for me.
I turn from burgundy, to dark red, to regular red, to bright pink, then slowly fade to regular pink. I can't believe he did that. What does that mean?
He gets in and starts to drive me home and I look out the window admiring how much higher his car is from mine and I feel a little tall. This must be why my 5' 3" mother has a huge truck, she can be queen of the road.
"What's your address?" He asks after stopping at a stop light.
"12256 Fish Eagle Drive" I say simply.
We arrive at my house shortly and he parks in front of my house. I start to gather my bag in my lap and I blow hair from my face before giving Matthew a small smile.
"Thanks for driving me home" I say. He nods.
"No problem," he says tapping on the steering wheel. I sit for another second feeling I want to say something else.
What would I even say? I really like you and I think you're the sexiest guy at school and we would make hella cute babies together.
No I don't think so. I just open the door and forgetting the ground is so far away from me I nearly fall out of the car before catching myself and getting back into the car seat my heart pounding and my cheeks on fire.
I hear a chuckle before a door closes and Matthew appears on my side. He offers his hand and I hop out of the car into his arms. He lowers me and grabs my bag for me.
"Thanks," I blush this is so embarrassing. I wave bye and head into my house.
I huff and push stray hairs out of my face and make my way up to my moms room. I knock on the door and I hear a "come in" from the other side. I open the door and shut it only to find my mom completely shirtless, everything on display.
"Mama!," turn my head away as I go to sit on her bed,"why'd you let me in if you had everything out!"
"Oh grow up, you sucked on them for the first seven months of your life," she rolls her eyes finally getting a bra on. I shiver at the thought, thank god I don't remember.
"But what if I was Tobias!" I say.
" I knew it wasn't him by the way you knocked on the door. I know your knock from his," she slips a shirt on. I furrow my brows.
"I guess that's not weird"
"Nope, anyway did you want to talk to me?," she ask sitting on the bed with me.
I blush a little,"it's about a boy," I mumble playing with my acrylics.
"Ooohhhhh a boy," she grins,"what's his name?"
"Matthew Collins," I mumble again.
"What's he look like?"
"He has wavy kinda curly-ish hair, brown eyes, a strong jawline, pink full lips, he's about 6' 3 1/2", " I say reciting his gorgeous features.
"He seems handsome," she says,"what's he like"
"He's kinda quiet, but he's sweet and funny and he plays basketball"
"Well I don't see a problem why aren't you running off into the sunset with him?," she ask.
"I don't think he likes me," I mumble sadly.
"Well, how does he act around you?"
"I sometimes catch him looking at me, or he'll hold my hand sometimes, he always gives me these panty dropping smiles, and at school he kissed my cheek" I say. My mom smiles.
"Awww baby, he likes you," she squeals like a 14 year old rather than her 40 year old self (even though she tells everyone she's 37, yeah sure mom).
"Really?,"
"Yeah Livvy he probably hasn't asked you out because he's nervous or thinks you don't like him. Just drop some hints and if he doesn't ask you out or make any move then don't get stuck on him move on, but be patient too," she informs me in a motherly way and I sit there absorbing it all wondering if it could be true, Matthew liking me.
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Until Next time...