Author's Note:
Hello, my darlings! Nah, I'm not going to call y'all that; in my opinion that sounds kind of funky . . .
Anyway, hello! And welcome, to the seventh chapter of the right-now-being-read-by-you "Wearing His Jersey"!
Again, sorry, really wanted to say that, though . . .
I hope you all liked the last chapter; I didn't get a ton of feedback on that one, so I'm not too sure how much you all liked it, but a special thank you to the two of you who did let me know your thoughts! I'd like to thank all of you, and I mean all of you that support this story, and supporting it like you do! It's amazing, and it makes me so, so, so, so, so happy! So thank you, to all of you who read this!
I really hope you all liked the last chapter, and do this one as well!
canadianbanana: I know, Four is too nice to do something like that, right?! You'll probably figure out who the other person is in the next few chapters. Thanks for the compliment about the fight scene; I didn't know how well that went; I'm not too great of an action writer yet. Coach Jap is pretty mean, huh? I'm glad you liked the chapter, and I hope you like this one, too. Thank you for all the support, since the beginning of this story! I really do appreciate it.
nikkibluv: Sorry, but this story is definitely not finished yet! I'm glad that you liked the chapter, and I am hoping that you like this one as well! I'm happy that you like the way I respond to the reviews; there are probably a lot of people who skip reading the responses (I have to be honest: before I began writing, I would often skip them, too). I don't really do that now, though, because now I understand how great it is to have readers review and let you know what they think of your writing; I believe that it really helps improve my writing to know what is liked and disliked. I really do appreciate the readers, and I hope you all know that!
Guest: Oh my gosh, same! We can be psychics together! Four does seem too nice to do that, right? I don't know, though . . . well, I do, but . . . you know what I mean! :) And did you mean where was Four? Or someone else? If you were talking about Four, he was a little too busy to be there when the fight took place. Thank you very much for your review and support; I really, really appreciate it!
Enjoy the chapter, everyone!
Wearing His Jersey
Chapter Seven
Tris' P.O.V.
When I got home, I made myself a quick dinner; I didn't want to wait for anyone else to get home; I was hungry. I made macaroni and cheese, got a small glass of milk, and headed upstairs to my bedroom. When I got to the top, I turned into my room and set my plate down only bed, my glass on the floor. I took a step toward my window, which was right near my bed, and opened it. I popped the screen out to, after a moment of debating it. Once it was out, I leaned it up against the wall and stuck my head out the window, carefully. I watched as the wind blew the leaves on the trees back and forth, back and forth, and listened to the rush of the wind in the sky. It was close to the time when the sun sets, so I sat back down on my bed and set my plate in my lap, facing the open window.
I ate a few bites in silence, waiting for the sky to change colors, the sun to go down.
When I began to become uncomfortable in the silence, which didn't take long, I hummed to myself as I ate. After a few more bites, the blue in the sky began turning to a light periwinkle, and soon it was a dark purple. There we're spots of yellow and light pink here and there, and below that, there was a line of dark pink in the sky, then blue below it. It was as if each color was holding another up, all of them keeping each other from crashing down.
That's what life is like, in my opinion.
Without others here and there to help you, you'll have a hard time.
I continued eating my noodles as I hummed, and took a sip of my drink.
After a few minutes, I heard a noise from below my window.
"You know, Tris, I would really close that window if I were you. You don;t want to fall out, or have any bugs come flying in. In fact, what if a bird flew in right now? Or, oh my God, what if a bat flew in? That would be kind of scary."
I stood from the bed and walked to my window, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. I stuck my head out the window and peered down two stories at Uriah, who was standing in my front lawn.
"What are you doing here?" I sighed. I still didn't known if I could trust him, or Zeke, or Will. Definitely not Four, though.
"Well, I came to see if you had gotten home okay, after claiming you didn't need a ride, that you had stayed after with Miss Matthews. I didn't buy a word of it." I laughed a little.
"Yeah, well, I'm here." My voice quieted. "I'm fine."
"What?"
"Nothing." He gave me a weird look.
"Okay," he said slowly.
"Why didn't you just, like, ring the doorbell or knock? You didn't have to look for an open window!"
"I tried."
"You tried what?"
"Knocking. And ringing the doorbell. No one answered!"
"Oh. Sorry," I said. I had;t even heard it.
"It's fine." He paused. "So, we're having a game night at my house tonight; it's Friday, and we do this every Friday night. Want to come? You have not met the girl yet. They are going." I paused, considering it. I didn't have any plans for tonight, and I would like to try to figure out whether I could trust them or not.
"Is Four going to be there?" I asked. He smirked.
"I don't know for sure yet; we'll see who shows up. It's usually everybody, but not always." He paused, then smirked again. "Why? Do you want him to be there?" He wiggled his eyebrows.
"No!"
"Oh really?"
"Really."
"Okay, sure. I totally believe you."
"Good."
"Except . . ."
"What?"
"Well, except that I don't."
"Don't what?"
"Don't believe you."
"Why?"
"Because."
"Because why?"
"Because."
"Uriah . . ."
"Hmm?" He looked up at me innocently. I rolled my eyes; I'll be seeing Four again sometime soon, anyway . . .
"Sure, I can come."
"'Kay. Do you need a ride? Oh, wait, you're probably . . ." He made quotes with his hands. " . . . staying late so that you can get help from, like, the nicest teacher ever, the one who absolutely adores you. Right, Tris?" I fake glared at him. He put his hands up in surrender.
"I'll be down in a minute," I said. I put the screen back and closed the window, and then finished my drink quickly, before heading downstairs. I put my dishes in the sink and grabbed my phone, slipped on my shoes, and headed out the door. I hopped into the front passengers' seat, and Uriah started the car. I unlocked my phone and texted my mom, telling her were I was going.
"So, who's going to be here?"
"I told you that we don't know until they show up."
"Okay, but who can show up?"
"Me, Zeke, Marlene, Will, Shauna, Christina, Lynn, Four, and now you." I nodded.
"Okay," I said, as we pulled into a driveway. I looked at the humongous house in front of me.
"Oh my gosh; you live here?" I asked.
"Yes. I'm a pretty lucky person."
"I don't believe in luck," I muttered.
"Hmm? Sorry, I could't hear you."
"I said that I don't believe in luck." He nodded, then turned to me.
"Wait, why not?" he asked me as we walked up the front steps. He opened the door with a key and stepped inside.
"I believe that you have to work for what you want, that you did what you did because you can."
"Can I have an example? I believe in luck. Strongly."
"I'm sorry if I offended you then."
"You didn't. But can I still have an example?" Uriah asked as we walked through his house.
"Say you're playing basketball, and the other person keeps saying they are better than you. The next person to make a basket wins. You find the perfect chance, and when you shoot, you score. The other person says it was luck. I wouldn't believe that, because you made the shot, so you obviously can do it. That's why I don't believe in luck," I finished, just as we entered a large room with a fireplace and two couches. We began walking toward them.
"Oh, well, I guess in a way that makes sense."
Just then, there was a laugh in the silence; I jumped and peered over the couch. There were five people sitting on the floor in a circle around the fireplace, even though it was warm outside.
"Hey, guys. This is Tris. Tris, this is Marlene, you know Zeke, you know Will, she's Christina, and she's Lynn." He pointed to each person as he said their name, and when he got to Zeke, I saw that he was passed out on the floor.
"Is he okay?" I asked. They all laughed a little, but in a friendly way.
"Yeah," Lynn said. "He's fine."
"What was going on in here?" Uriah asked.
"Well, Zeke here bet that he could hold his breath longer than all of us, so we had a contest. He passed out while we were all still holding our breath. We won the contest," Will said.
"Okay," I shrugged and sat down next to the girl named Marlene. We all sat and I got to know them as they got to know me, when the door opened, and Four walked in.
"Hey, guys!" he smiled. They all responded with a greeting, except me.
"Hi, Tris," he said, and took a seat next to me. I sucked in a breath and stood up. I took a deep breath.
"Hi," I said in such a tight voice, I could hear myself trying to calm down.
Author's Note:
Hi! I hope you all enjoyed the chapter! Please let me know what you thought, and I would love to hear suggestions y'all have for what should happen next chapter with Four and Tris! Please let me know any ideas!
I'll update as soon as I can!
Thank you all!
~MoMaster