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Chapter 8
I wake up feeling oddly relaxed. I realize that I didn't shower yesterday though, and nor did I change clothes. My tank top rides up my side, and a lot more of my stomach shows than I'm used to. I reach out my hand to pull my tank top back down. And then I feel it.
I feel a hand on my waist.
I look to the side to see Four who is now only 3 inches away, and I can feel his even breaths on my neck. I inhale a sharp breath, as the memories of yesterday come flooding back in. Four had stayed at my house to avoid the paparazzi, and apparently we had dozed off. Certainly not in this position though, meaning only one thing: Four moves while he sleeps.
Four shifts his hand, and I watch as his warm palm presses against my bare stomach, squeezing tightly. His fingers curl around my side, and I freeze. His hand is so warm. I notice how long and narrowly built they are.
He scoots closer to me, closer than I would like, so that his nose is just barely touching my neck. I shiver, even though his touch is warm. He makes an odd noise from his throat, but doesn't show any signs of waking up.
This moment seems so intimate, yet he's not even awake yet, so he probably has no idea what he's doing. His touch is nonetheless, so gentle, that I find myself dozing off again.
I don't know how much longer I sleep for, but I hear his hushed voice, whisper my name. "Tris. Tris, wake up."
My eyes flutter open, and I am met with a face hovering over me, startling me. I shriek, and sit bolt upright. Probably not the best idea, though, considering we bump foreheads pretty hard.
"Ow." he complains, rubbing his forehead and backing away from me. He is no longer touching me by the waist or the stomach, and I don't know if that's a good thing and I should be relieved, or if I miss his warm comforting touch.
"Uh, sorry." I say, looking in my lap. I wonder if he saw how he was using me as his teddy bear to clutch on to. I wonder if he was disgusted or delighted.
I stand, pulling my tang top down so my stomach is covered once again. I look at him, but he looks down at his lap now. Oh. He must know how he was touching me. There was no other reason for him to be blushing a deeper red than a tomato. He probably thought I was Bridget, or something. Does he do that with Bridget? Does he...
"I'm gonna shower." I announce, interrupting my thoughts before the could get any worse. "I think Caleb's home." I wonder if he came in and saw Four and I basically cuddling. Well, Four was doing the cuddling, not me.
"Caleb?" He asks, finally looking up.
"My brother. He went on a date last night. My parents…" I trail off. My parents never told us everywhere they went on business trips, only when they would leave, and when they would get back.
"It's ok." He says, looking sympathetic. What experience does he have with his parents? I never really knew about that, nor did I ask. I'm pretty sure that the media doesn't say a lot on his parents or any family at that. Not that I'm aware of, at least.
"I'm going to leave the door unlocked. Be ready to dive under by bed if Caleb decides to come in." I hope Caleb's not awake yet. That would make things worse.
"Alright." He says. "Quick question, say Caleb did come in here and find me. Then what?"
"You better be damn fast, boy," I say, narrowing my eyes, "unless you want him to beat the crap out of you."
I don't wait to see his reaction. I just leave, closing the door behind me, and walking into the bathroom two doors away. I remember to get towel, and a pair of skinny jeans and a navy blue top that's half sleeved. I make my way to the bathroom, strip, and hop into the shower, rinsing off every ounce of dirt from my body. All through the shower, I think of Fours' parents. I wonder who they are. I do remember him talking about his dad and how Micah was going to play him in our history project. But even then he seemed uncomfortable and closed off just talking about it.
After a while, my skin starts to get wrinkly from being in the shower to long, so I get out and wipe myself dry, thankful for remembering to bring a towel, and put on my clothes.
On the way out, I am so close to my room. Just 5 feet away. Unfortunately, a person's bedroom door opens, and a straggling Caleb bumps into me.
"Beatrice!" He says. He wears a white shirt and pajama bottoms, his hair a ruffled brown mess. He seems a bit dazed, probably because he just woke up.
"Caleb!" I say, trying to mask my surprise. "What are you doing up so early? How did your date go?"
"Fine, fine, Beatrice." Says Caleb, waving his hand like it's nothing. "I'm going to make breakfast. What do you want?" Oh Caleb. Trying to show mom and dad he's a responsible kid, as always.
"Whatever you're having is fine." I smile. "Be down in a bit, I just have to do something." Do something, meaning helping Four sneak out of my house.
"Alright." He eyes me. "You okay? What's that red mark on your forehead?"
A mark must of formed on my head that happened while bumping into Four. "I'm fine," I say, "Just bumped foreheads with Christina the other day." I scurry to my room before he can say anything else, and open the door. I look at Four who is no longer sitting on my bed, but staring at my pictures on my nightstand. When I walk in, he flinches, jumping back, ready to leap under my bed. I wonder what Caleb's reaction would be to find Four in here. Would he be surprised to see a boy, or surprised to see a superstar?
"Thank god it's you." He says. I notice a bump on his forehead as well. It sort of suits him, I guess.
"You need to leave." I go over to the blinds and peak outside. No paparazzi. Awesome.
"What? Why?"
I pull up the blinds, and unlock the window, opening it. The cold wind hits me in the face, gushing my wet hair back. It's not snowing, thank 's no screen to my window, because I like to go on my roof and watch the sunset a lot during the summer, so I discarded it. "I wasn't showering fast enough. Caleb's awake, and you need to leave through the window." Thank god for my room being near the slanted roof and a tree. It's cloudy outside, and there's no trace of sun, so that gives him a better chance of staying hidden.
"What?" His face turns white.
"I don't think Caleb would like to see a boy leaving my house through the front door like it's nothing." I say, rolling my eyes. "There's no paparazzi. Just go on the roof, and shimmy down the tree. It's not that far of a jump from there." He is pretty tall. It shouldn't be much of a jump. "Then, like, sprint to your house, or something."
"Shimmy?"
"Yes, shimmy!" I say, exasperated.
He pauses. "Are you angry about how I was… um… holding you last night?"
The question throws me off. I make sure I am quick to show no reaction. "I'm just peachy, Four. Now, stop wasting time!" I grab the sleeve of the shirt he is wearing and drag him over to the window.
I shove him towards the window, and cross my arms over my chest.
He asks, "Can I have a hoodie?" God, he's demanding.
I grunt. "Stay here." I push him away, and hear him remark, "Didn't plan on going anywhere 'till now."
I run to Caleb's room, staying light on my feet. Once I'm in, I rummage through his closet, throwing clothes everywhere, knowing I will get yelled at for it.
I find his old, black, sweater, and grab it, running back to my room. I hear Caleb humming downstairs while cooking something that smells like eggs. I see Four, waiting for me by the window obediently, and I toss the sweater at him.
"There's your jacket. Now go before the paparazzi come back."
He looks at me, and winces, probably at my stern expression. "Tris, I'm sorry. I was sleeping. Why are you so upset about it?"
Maybe because I've never had a boyfriend. Maybe because I've never slept with anyone. Maybe because I've never been touched like that. Maybe because you have a girlfriend. Maybe because this friendship is something else to me, something more than friendship.
I don't say that. I just look away, feeling foolish about everything I have done. He sighs, and I hear his footsteps as he walks closer to the window, tossing the sweater over his head. It's small for him, yet not to small. I mean, his muscles are more define. He looks hot, and I'm not complaining. I look away and scowl. What has gotten into me? Why can't I look at him?
"Go." Is all I say.
He looks at me, his eyes still wavering. "Tris…"
"God dammit! Just go, Four!" I'd never thought I'd yell this much at someone so loved by everyone. But I didn't really care at that moment. Besides, he probably just sees me as some agitated fan now, or even worse. Maybe he realized why I have tried to get close to him. Whatever feeling I have developed doesnt matter, because I know he doesn't feel the same way. I'm just a normal girl.
"Fine. See you later." He huffs and puts his head out the window. Before he leaves, though, he brings his whole body back in, facing me with his piercing blue eyes staring back into my dull blueish grey ones, as he adds, "That color looks nice on you." He tugs on the hem of my navy blue shirt, rubbing the fabric between his fingers admirably, and then, he's gone.
I watch him, though, as he goes onto the slanted roof to the side, slipping a bit at first, then regaining his composure. He squats for a second, takes a deep breath, then continues moving. I pray that Caleb doesn't hear his footsteps on the roof from in the kitchen. Once he's at the tree, he clings on the the branch, and hoists himself onto the little hollow part. Wincing, he slides down the tree fireman style, and hits the ground with a loud thump.
"Are you okay?" The word escape my mouth in a yell that he can hear before I realize that Caleb might hear. I can't see him though, and a part of me worries.
He stands so I have a view of his face which withholds a lot of surprise and concern. He then checks all his body parts, touching them gingerly, and then answers, "Yea. Yeah! I'm good."
He looks at me one more time as if he can apologize with just his gaze, then takes off into a sprint away from my house. He must've walked here last night, I think, Otherwise the paparazzi would notice his beat up BMW.
Guilt washes over me. I should've just driven him home and made up another lame excuse for Caleb. Instead, I made him walk all the way to his mansion. God knows where he lives. I hope it's not to far.
Sighing, I close the blinds, and go over to the kitchen for breakfast. I look in the mirror one more time to see the navy blue flowy top on. It color sort of does look nice on me, I suppose.
Smiling to myself, I head down the stairs for breakfast.
…
"I can't believe you gave the paper job to Amanda! She's not as good of a writer as you."
Currently, I am on the phone with Christina. It's three in the afternoon, and Four left about six hours ago. I wonder if he's okay, or if the paparazzi caught up with his somehow. I didn't see any news about him on PopSugar, though, so that's a good news.
"Yea, well, I was busy, anyway." I lie.
She laughs on the other end. "Busy doing what? Watching netflix and eating popcorn?"
"At least I wasn't doing it with Will like somebody I know."
"You really think I'm that type of person, Tris?"
"Yep." I remark, and she lets out a feminine grunt.
"Oh, hey listen, I gotta go." She says. "You available tomorrow to go to the coffee shop?"
I flinch. Four went to the coffee shop on Tuesday's and Thursday's with me, but I never knew if he went alone.
"You there?"
"Oh, huh? Yea, sure. I'm down." Four probably doesn't go any other day. I guess I never knew until I actually went.
"Cool. Bye!"
The line goes blank, and I turn off my phone.
Caleb comes in from the kitchen, a bowl of popcorn at hand. He probably didn't have anything else going on today. I guess we can have some brother-sister moment. We never usually did, anyway. I was either writing or he was either reading.
"Barracuda," he mocks, and comes and sits on the couch near where I sat on the floor.
I pulled my knees up to my chest. "What was it? Fart breath? Stink breath?"
He scoffs, and I smile, tossing my phone onto the floor.
"Hows life treating you, lil' sis?"
"It's alright. I have a bit of drama here and there."
He rolls his eyes. "That's my Beatrice."
"Tris."
"Whatever. You wanna get pizza for dinner?"
"Yea, why not?"
Without our parents here, they basically just handed us any privileges we wanted and said, "Be safe!".
So that's what me and Caleb did. We ordered pizza, and sat down in the living room, munching on it and taking drinks from our soda cans.
"So," he says, after a while. "What's up with you and journalism club? I heard you guys are writing about… Three? No… Four. Yea, Four."
"Uh… yea." I say, swiftly taking a sip of soda so he doesn't see the conflicting emotions that cross my face while thinking of Four.
"Oh, please don't tell me my sister has a little crushy-crush on Four like every other girl in this fu- I mean, freaking school."
I look at him in disgust. "No Caleb, never." And it was true. We were just friends, even if I did have the urge to step closer to him whenever we were together. I mean, that's friendly, right?
I look back at it. Him wanting to hang out all the time? Friendly. Him putting his arm on my waist? Friendly. Besides, he wasn't even that conscious of his actions, so…
"You there, Tris?"
I snap out of my daze. "Here as I'll ever be. I'm gonna call it a day."
"Aight."
I smile at his attempt to be cool, and trudge up the stairs, finding my way to my room. I change into the clothes that I wore last night, not really caring, and crash into my bed.
Only to hear Caleb scream, "Beatrice! Why are my clothes scattered everywhere?!"
Hello peeps!
I hope you like my fanfiction so far! I have a plot that I am going to stick with, and I plan on making at least 25 chapters if possible! Do you think I am going to fast?
Btw, how do you do line breaks? or page breaks?