Wearing His Jersey Chapter 4, a divergent trilogy fanfic

Author's Note

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Wearing His Jersey

Chapter Four

Beatrice's P.O.V.

"How could I have not made the team?" I asked.

"You just . . . well, quite honestly, you're an awful football player. I don't even know why you tried out."

"Excuse me? I did great out there!" I lowered my voice. "You know what I think it is?" I paused. "You just don't like that I, a female, can play on the boys' football team. Yup! That's the problem! You just don't like that! You do not like that I, a small girl, am a better player than about three fourths of this team. That scares you. Right?" With that, I turned and walked away from the coach and back to my friends.

"So, how did you do?" Zee asked me.

"I didn't make it," I said with a scowl. They all looked surprised.

"How?" Uriah yelled.

"I don't know! I think it's because I'm a female, and a short one." They nodded.

"But you played great," Four said.

"I know!" Uriah agreed. Will nodded and so did Zeke.

"I feel I did good, and it's his problem I didn't make it. That just affects his team," I said and walked away toward the girls' locker room. On my way, I turned around and waved.

"Bye!" Uriah yelled. "See you tomorrow!" I nodded and continued walking. When I was almost to the locker room, I passed Coach Lee.

"Great job, today, Tris!" She smiled. I half-smiled back.

"Uh, thanks." I shook my head. She acted as if I made the team.

If it was such a great job, then why didn't you and the rest of the coaches let me onto the team?

When I got home later, I dropped my backpack by the door with a sigh, and headed toward the stairs to go up to my room.

"Beatrice, is that you?" I heard from the kitchen.

"Yeah," I said and decided to go to the kitchen instead. I walked in and my mother was sitting at the table, flipping through a magazine.

"What are you reading?" I asked.

"It's a fashion magazine. I feel like I might be running out of ideas. This is supposed to inspire me." She looked up at me. "I began making the dress we talked about at work today."

"Really?"

"Yes. It's close to halfway done. When I finish it, I want to show it to you before I do anything with it at Salt and Pepper."

"'Salt and Pepper'?" My mom looked at me like I was crazy.

"Yes. My boutique!"

"Oh, yeah," I said, feeling bad. I knew that was the shop; I was just distracted about the tryouts. "Sorry," I said. "I knew that. I just spaced out a little." She nodded.

"So, I want you to see it first. Then, I'm going to put it on display in my 'Coming Soon!' window. Then, they'll be all over the store, and people will be buying them like crazy! I know this dress is going to be a hit; I can feel it!" I smiled at my mom, who was grinning widely. "So, how did tryouts go today?" she asked. I made a face.

"They didn't go too great. I know that I aced those tryouts, but the coach - he's so mean! - said that I didn't make it and that I'm a bad player. I think that he was just mad that I'm a female, on his boys' football team, and I'm short, and I play better than most of that team. He's just scared."

"That stinks," my mom said. I laughed unhumorously.

"Yeah. It does."

That night, I was sitting on my bed doing homework when there was a knock on my door.

"Come in," I said. I watched as Caleb appeared in the doorway and into my bedroom.

"Hey," he said.

"Hi." I motioned for him to come sit next to me on the bed. I quickly finished my final math problem and put my things back in my bag.

"So, I heard you tried out for the football team," he said.

"The boys' football team, apparently." He gave me a confused glance. "I didn't make it, but I played better than a lot of the team. I think the coach didn't let me on because I'm a girl, and maybe because I'm short. He tended to bring those things up a few times throughout the practice. I didn't care, until he didn't let me on the team."

"I'm so sorry; that must stink."

"Don't say you're sorry! You didn't do anything!" I could feel my face getting hot and could hear my voice rising.

"Beatrice, calm yourself," Caleb said.

"No! I really, really wanted to be on that team. I know I could be, and I would be if I had a different coach!"

"Beatrice, it's okay. You can try out again next year. You're only a sophomore, so you've got two more years." I took a deep breath to keep myself from lashing out at Caleb.

"Whatever."

"Beatrice . . ."

"Hmm?" I looked up at him.

"You are okay. You are a good player. You'll figure it out."

He stood from the bed, nodded 'goodnight' and walked out of my room.

A few minutes later, I turned on my phone and decided to just browse through the music on Youtube. I looked at the time: 9:13. I plugged my earphones into my phone and searched my favorite song, 'Fall Out Boy: "Favorite Record"'. I scrolled down through the options and found the right one, and clicked on it.

Do you do, do you remember

When we drove, we drove, drove through the night

And we danced, we danced

To Rancid, and we danced, we danced

(Spin for you like your favorite records used to . . .)

You were the song stuck in my head

Every song that I've ever loved

Played again and again and again

And you can get what you want but it's never enough

And I spin for you like your favorite records used to

And I can't, I can't, I can't remember

Just how to forget, forget the way

That we danced, we danced

To Danzig, and we danced, we danced

And when you ask, you ask me how I'm doing

Like you know, you know how much better off I am

And when we danced, we danced

With windows down, and we danced, we danced

(Spin for you like your favorite records used to . . .)

You were the song stuck in my head

Every song that I've ever loved

Played again and again and again

And you can get what you want but it's never enough

And I spin for you like your favorite records used to

I spin, I spin, I spin, I spin

For you, for you, for you, for you, for yeah . . .

(Spin for you like your favorite records used to, used to, to, to . . .)

Author's Note:

I hope you all liked the chapter! I hope to have the next one up later today. Do you guys like the song idea? Any ideas for the next song? Let me know!

Does anyone here like Fall Out Boy? If so, tell me your favorite song!

I'll post again soon!

~MoMaster