Warning. NAUGHTY WORDS IN THIS CHAPTER!
"Gimme that." I muttered, snatching the note from her. I opened it and read the inside. It read:
We need to talk. Really. I'll be waiting at the dorm during dinner.
I gulped. Molly would be upset. Big time. Not only was it completely obvious that she disliked Tris, I was positive she would hate the idea of me loving her. It wouldn't hurt to lie to Molly again, right?
"What's wrong?" Alzas asked. "What does it say?"
She tried to take the note from me but I quickly moved my arm.
"Shut up, Ally." I said, shocked.
"It's Alzas, you idiot." She said, taking a rubberband out of her pocket and putting her oily hair into a messy bun.
I crumpled up the paper into a ball, and tossed it into the trash. I start to feel sick. No doubt she would confront me head on. No sugarcoat.
"Ally you should leave."
She glared at me, sitting up in my bed. "Alzas." She muttered, walking to the door.
"You know how to get back home right?" I asked, not caring at all whether she got lost or not.
"What am I five?" She said, yanking her headphones out of her pocket and plugging them into her ears, glaring at me while doing so.
"Close enough." I muttered, twisting around to follow her to the door.
She rolled her eyes and slapped my arm. I hurt more than it should have, considering I had plenty of unhealed purple bruises there.
I hit her back, satisfied and laughing when she yelled.
"Oww!" She screeched. "I'm telling dad."
I growled at her.
I hated it when she claimed my family members as hers. She was adopted. She understood that very well too. She understood that she is not my family. That she would never be my family.
"Tell him then." I said, shooting daggers at her. "I don't care."
"I will!" She said sticking her tongue out at me. It was my turn to roll my eyes.
"Get out." I said. "Bipolar bitch."
She twisted the knob, still looking at me and was about to exit the room, before turning to the hallway and looking back at me with a shocked expression.
"Girlfriend's here." She said before leaving the dorm.
I feel something pinching my gut but I couldn't concentrate hard enough to guess what it was.
Nervousness? Excitement? Both?
Why was Tris here? Did she come to confront me? Make me feel better? Or worse? Tons of questions ran through my head as I moved into the doorframe to look at her.
She stood quietly in the hall, biting her lip as I did when my father had confronted me about her.
"Come looking for me?" I asked, pointing to my chest.
She exhaled heavily and pecked me on the cheek quickly, looking around afterwards.
All of the anger and nervousness vanished from me, but the pinching in my gut was still there. I practically yanked her in the room and stared at her questioningly, but not before slamming the door.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and held my gaze.
"The way you stared at me..." She started. "...was the way my father stared at my mother." She smiled at me and looked at the ground, raking a hand through my hair. "I knew you actually loved me, in that moment." She looked back up at me. "Cheesy?"
I felt like crying again.
"You..." My hands slid to her waist. "...like me too?"
She answered me with a chaste kiss. "Not at first." She said. "But then I sort of...liked the way we kissed last night." She continued. Trying not to injure myself any further, I pushed her onto a random initiates bed.
She went into a fit of giggles and it only got louder when I kissed her neck.
I started laughing too, just because she was. The sound of our laughing together made me even happier.
She grabbed my face again and kissed me harder, but still lovingly.
And suddenly, I felt every emotion run through me at once.
I didn't feel sparks like in the movies.
But something much better.
Every happy emotion of mine sharpened so much that I felt like if I stopped kissing her for on second, it would all go away.
She was mine. And I could finally call her that.
I decided to go to dinner with Tris. Molly could wait.
We sat in the corner near the steps holding hands, sharing a plate of lasagna and sharing a glass soda.
"Are you sure you don't want to sit with your friends?" I asked gesturing with my head to the table where Christina, Al, and Will were. I didn't have to look to know that they were staring.
"Nah." She said, stabbing a cut-out piece of lasagna before swallowing it whole and kissing me gently on the cheek. "You're much better." She finished.
I couldn't help but wipe a smudge of pasta sauce from her lip right after she ate another lasagna.
Color rushed to her cheeks and I smiled. She was to cute. At the corner of my eyes, I see Al grimace at me.
It was nice to know that him and Four had a chance with him, but she chose me anyway.
I gave her a kiss on the lips, just because I could claim her.
"So you're mine now, is that correct?" I asked taking a sip of our soda.
"I believe so." She said kissing my cheek, once again.
Oh, what I would give to see Four's face.
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