Al glares at Four and I don't think i've ever seen him so upset, most of the expressions he had were prolonged staring and his mouth hanging open like a screw was loose. That, or it was a look of distaste, which was often times directed at me. As for Four, the man I was just making out with, he looks hurt, confused and angry. A combination I wish I didn't have to see. I don't even want to look at Christina in feral mode or at Will who probably wants to know what's going on just as much as anyone. Al looks at me first, face flushed red, "What the hell were you doing with him Tris?"
"Who the fuck is this?" Four demands,
"Al," I say quietly, "Meet Four,"
"You were cheating on me!?" They somehow say at the same time, and I would have laughed if I wasn't screwed right now. But then the words register and fire eats at my cheeks, "Okay, first of all It's not cheating if I'm not going out with either of you!"
"Right so dating someone for three weeks isn't considered being with the person," Al scoffs.
"No, Al it isn't, we haven't even seen each other for a few days, and how the hell did you find my apartment?"
"I work with computers Tris, don't be stupid,"
"Excuse me? And you hacked into my personal life?" I raise an eyebrow,
"It's not hacking if I am your personal life," He scoffs,
"Great way to be a dick Al, you're not all that," I hiss,
"Oh really Tris? I'm not all that? Thats not what you thought or felt when we went to the movies,"
"Are you sure?"
"Positive I know you,"
"The hell you don't! And you're right, that isn't what I was feeling at the movies. I was bored as fuck and wanted to be anywhere else but there, and when you tried to kiss me? Hell to the no, I would rather streak through the park!" I yell, he's such an idiot. And how dare he call me one, he doesn't know anything about me. Now I'm glad I never told him anything, because it's clear that he'd accuse me of things I would never do. Or feel. Four tenses up and stares at the both of us, his beautiful eyes filled with anger and annoyance. Immediately I feel like I need to walk up to him and hold him, to sooth his bristled mind. "So this is the jerk you went to the mall for?" He askes, I just nod, his quiet voice scaring me more than what his yell would be. "This is the asshole that you've been tearing us up over?"
"I wasn't aware that there was an us until recently," I growl, my anger returning.
"Oh fuck that Tris," He hisses, "We've kissed and made out for fucks sake!"
"Yes and argued in the middle of a grocery store and met family, that doesn't make us official!"
"Get your priorities straight Tris! I'm not going to run around with a girl who can't get her love life in line!"
"Real funny coming from a Player's mouth Four, I thought you were the best at kissing and hugging and not falling in love! Now suddenly doing that is a bad thing? What happened? You fell in love with one girl and she turned out to be a total bitch so you swore to break every girl's heart?"
"Oh shut up Tris, you don't know anything!" He yells, "You're so naive! You're like a child!" I froze, feeling my body build up to get wild. Fists clenching, "Get the fuck out! Both of you! Now!" Four recoils his anger dropping to the floor along with his malice as he realizes what he said, he even tries to step closer to me. A sick smirk slithers across my lips, "Get out," I mumble to him, my voice croaking and acid rubbing at my eyes. Al is already out the door by the time Four is right in front of me. A wince falls between my lips and my body crumples, his arms slide around me in an instant.
I notice through the blur of my tears that Christina and Will have both relaxed and are now just watching us, "You didn't mean that," I say into his clothes, he holds me closer, "No, I didn't,"
"So why did you say it?" I whisper, his fingers stroke my hair slowly.
"Why did you say those things to me?" He asks right back. I huff and push away from his chest, glaring up at him, "Because I was angry," I tell him like it was obvious. Four stares at me, eyebrows furrowing before he leans down and kisses my nose, "Stop crying Tris, it doesn't suit you,"
"Oh so you know what does?" I giggle, leaning back into him,
"Yes I do," He nods against me, I look up again before closing my eyes and mumbling against his warm skin, "What is does then?"
"Certainly not Al," A laugh bubbles from my lips and I have to hold onto his shoulders to keep from falling. "It's you, isn't it,"
"I was going to say late night ice cream but sure, I suit you just fine," I laugh again and pull away from him, untangling us and wobbling to my feet. Slowly he stands with me and again I marvel at his height, he smirks at me and leads me to the kitchen where my keys are. Christina walks up to me, and I notice how tired she looks, quickly I look at the oven time and see it's close to 1 am. She slides her arms around me and hums, "What are you going to be doing while we're gone?" I ask her, my voice soft,
"Crawl in bed with Will," She admits and pulls away from me,
"Be good," I say playfully, glaring at Will who has a 'what' expression on when I say, "You too,"
"Ready to go?" Four asks,
"Yeah," I nod and smile at Chris, before kissing her cheek and leaving with Four. Walking down to the car. "So," I begin, "I never see you in a car or something, what do you drive?"
"I have a bike, but I've been staring at this one Ford truck and I'm thinking of selling it,"
"Like a motorcycle? Why sell that for a truck?" I ask, sliding into the passenger seat because he took my keys. He smiles at me, closing his door and starting the ignition, "Trucks fit more people," He says vaguely. Then he drives into town not bothering to tell me where we are going, that is until we pull up to a diner looking place. I don't move, not really believing that he would take me to a place like this and that it would still be open. I send him a questioning glance but he just hops out of my car. I have no choice but to follow, and he holds open the door for me.
We slide into a booth together and wait, "So," He starts, "When's your birthday?"
"Why?"
"What not?" He raises an eyebrow,
"April," I tell him,
"What day?" He asks,
"No, I'm not telling you that," I giggle, he slides his arm around my shoulders. "Why not?" He pouts,
"Because, if I tell you the date you're going to want to spoil me and throw a party,"
"And you don't want that?"
"No, I want a social gathering," I state, he laughs,
"isn't that the same thing?"
"No," I say, "Social gatherings lack the whole DJ thing and lights and skimpy clothes,"
"You think that's what a party is?" He asks me, looking down at me,
"That is every party I've ever been to," I state, shaking my head and smiling, my fingers playing with the table top. He furrows his brows at me, "You're confusing," Is all he says before a waitress walks up to us, she's a bit older than us and seemingly really tired. "Two oreo malts please," She nods and writes it down, "Wait," I say, "I thought you said ice cream?"
"I did," He doesn't deny, "Malts are better though, and have ice cream in them," I stare at Four before nodding my dismissal at the waitress. She walks off and Four stares down at me, "If I'm so confusing, let's start with something else," I tell him,
"Something else? Like what?"
"When's your birthday?" I ask, he throws his head back and laughs. A grin slithers onto my lips and he looks at me, "March 13th," He tells me, raising an eyebrow at me as he looks along my face. Then he stops, "I didn't know you got your ears pierced,"
"I did," I nod, his eyes focus on the dark blue gems I got after his eyes. "When?" Four asks,
"Same time I got my first tattoo," I tell him. His eyes light up and flick up to mine, "Nooo," He drags out like he can't believe it,
"Yep," I pop the 'p'
"Where?" He asks giddily,
"Right here," I tap my collar, which is hidden by my shirt. He grins, "I don't believe you,"
"You want proof?"
"Yes I want to see it,"
"Are you asking to see my skin?" I tease,
"What if I am?" He says right back,
"I would tell you," I whisper, "Later,"
"So there's a later to all of this?"
"Maybe. Speaking of all of this," I gesture with my hands at the diner, "Do you do this often?"
"Do what?" Four asks, scoping out the area I gestured to, I giggle and pat his chest, "Take girls out to get late night ice cream?" I ask him,
"Take girls out?" He looks at me, "No, late night ice cream, yeah, of course, their malts here are the freaking best,"
"Oh really? What makes them the best?" I ask him, leaning into him, and stealing his body heat. I swear he's a walking heater. I sigh, closing my eyes and feeling his chest rumble when he speaks, his fingers rubbing my shoulder in small circular motions, "You'll have to see for yourself, won't you?" He teases me, I grin and look up at him. Finding Four already looking down at me, he looks relaxed, happy. Like he's not a pissed off zombie anymore. A smile creeps onto my lips the same time one does to him, then he leans down and kisses my forehead, I like him better when he's not drinking. I like him more when it's just us, and he doesn't feel the need to protect me or act like he's all that. Not that he isn't, it's just better when he acts like himself.
A tap makes me flinch from my content bubble and I stare at the source, two frost laden metal cups have spoons and straws in them at the edge of the table. Four reaches over and pulls them closer as I sit up straighter, staring into the whipped cream topped cup. Four grins at me and nudges me to try it, but my thoughts suddenly snap to how we argued before we came here. How terrible I've really been to him and he's just been giving me chances, how many chances is he willing to give? We're still both new to each other, but there's no denying how much attraction there is between us. That's the thing though, there's so much of us and our individual habits to get along without fighting. Which somehow I'm always the one to start, "Tris?" My eyes raise up to him, he's stopped smiling and has a look of concern on his face. "What's wrong?"
"I'm sorry," I mumble,
"For what?"
"For arguing, for not getting my life in order, for always fighting you,"
"Then don't,"
"I don't know how," I say distressed, looking away from him, "I don't know how Four,"
"Then I'll help you, I think I understand though," He says, pulling me close to him again,
"Understand what?" My arms slide around his waist,
"You're scared, and you've been hurt before I can tell. I know that I may not help with your fears because of how you met me and what I was like, but I promise to help you. To break down those walls gently, to help you lower your weapons, I don't want to hurt you Tris,"
"I don't want to hurt you either, I just, it just happens," I admit, nuzzling into his side as he squeezes me tighter. "I really am sorry," I tell him.
"Eat your freaking malt Tris," He says, "I don't want to talk about this, we're bound to fight, but I don't want to lose you after I just got you back over something stupid," I nod against him and press a kiss to his cheek, sitting up on my own and taking a spoonful of whipped cream into my mouth. Four chuckles at me, "I said the malt Tris, not the cream,"
"Oh shut up the cream is the best part," I scoff,
"No it isn't" He raises an eyebrow at me,
"Is too,"
"You haven't tried the freaking thing yet," He declares,
"True, but I can just tell," I say taking another spoonful, Four pouts at me. And I give in, sighing, "Fine, I'll try it!" He lights up, "Only if you give me yours," Then his face falls and he slides his cup further away from me, "You only want my cream," He states,
"Oh that's a problem?" I say giggling, "I thought the malt was the best?"
"I like the cream too," He mumbles,
"Yeah, I thought so," I smirk and take a spoon full of it, before reaching over and snagging his cup. Lifting it to my lips and drinking down the malt and cream. When I put down the half empty cup down, Four's face is one of horror. I just laugh at him and give him mine. And the night continues as such, little jests and steals of whipped cream and soft kisses. I'll admit it's nice. It's what I had hoped to have with Four, and I wouldn't ask for anything more.