Author's Note

HIEEEEEEEEE! Howz it goin'? I haven't seen y'all in a few days!

JodiCatherine: You might be correct, or you might not; I don't want to give anything away! If you are correct, great job! Thank you, because if you are right, then I know I need to make more twists and turns. If you aren't correct, then it was a good guess, and I'm really happy that you're telling me what you think is going to happen! I like to surprise you all, so if someone guesses what's happening, I try to toss in some twists. Thank you so much for your review and support; you've been very supportive ever since the beginning of this story, and I appreciate it!

canadianbanana: I know, it would be odd if Four was that happy to see her after he planned that, huh? He could just be acting, though . . . we all know he's great at that! ;) I am glad you like Uriah, and I agree with you: he is totally amazing! I'm very happy that you enjoyed the chapter, and thank you so much for your review and support! You have been extremely supportive of this story ever since I posted the first chapter, and that really means a lot to me; thank you!

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Disclaimer: I do not own the "Divergent" characters, Veronica Roth does.

Wearing His Jersey

Chapter Eight

Four's P.O.V.

"Hey, Four!" Zeke said. I nodded.

"Hi," I said in return. "So what's goin' on? Did you all start any games yet?" They all shook their heads, except Tris. "Hey, Tris! I'm glad you came; we weren't sure if you would, not knowing us well and all."

"Yeah, well, I don't think that's why you're surprised I came," she said with her arms crossed, glaring at me. Even standing across the room, I could feel the fire from her challenging stare.

Tris' P.O.V.

"Um, why else would I be surprised?" he asked, almost with actual curiosity. I scoffed.

"I love how you say that as if you don't know. This isn't a game, Four. I want to know why you did it, and what on Earth I ever did to you!" He looked around the room, searching all his friends' faces for help it seemed.

Did they help him; is he looking for backup?

"Tris, I'm really confused. Can you please tell me what it is you're accusing me of?" He said this calmly, as if he were trying to calm a tiger.

"You know. And if they didn't have anything to do with it, then I don't want them to get dragged into this." I gestured around the room to everyone in there.

"I might be able to help you if I know what it is that you don't want them 'dragged into'."

"Help? From you? No thanks." He looked almost hurt for a fraction of a second, but it was so quickly covered up, I could barely tell.

"Why not?"

"Because of what you did." I stayed across the room, standing, staring him down. I wasn't going to let what he did mess anything up with me. I'm fine.

"Can we talk outside?" he asked.

"Why? You don't want your friends to hear what you did?"

"Um, first I want to know what I did." I let out a breath, and nodded. I waited for him to turn and go outside, which he did after awkwardly trying to wait for me for a moment. I wouldn't move until he was out of this house.

Once we were outside in the front lawn, the door closed behind me, I turned to face Four and resumed my earlier position.

"Will you please tell me what you think I did? I bet whatever it is is just a mix-up."

"Why don't you tell me why?"

"Why what?"

"Why you did it." He let out a sigh.

"First, I need to know what it is you think I did."

"Fine. You set me up." His brow scrunched together.

"What? When?" I rolled my eyes.

"Today! You sent Peter, and Drew, and that other kid - I don't know his name - to the school, when you said you'd-"

"Wait! What? I didn't have anything to do with Peter! We aren't friends, we aren't even considered acquaintances! I didn'-"

"You didn't even let me finish talking! How do you know you didn't have anything to do with it if, like you said, you don't know what you did?" He just sighed and motioned for me to continue.

"You had texted me and-" he opened his mouth to speak again, but I stuck my hand up. "Shhh. I don't wan tot hear it yet. You were supposed to meet me behind the school, so we could hang out, get to know each other a little better. So, where were you when I went behind the school to meet you, huh? Not where you were suppose to be!" I said, answering my own question. "So, I waited, and waited, and waited, and waited, and you know what? I was beginning to wonder if you were even going to show up, when you know who does show up? Peter and his little minions! They didn't like that I made the football team, they said - I didn't even make the team! - and so they seemed to think there was only one way to fix that: make me nab;e to play on the team! You know what, Four? You're lucky I know self defense. If I didn't, I could say the whole reason I got hurt was because of your little friends," I said. "But I do know it, so your friends? Yeah, they're off doing I-don't-know-what, but they're in worse shape than before. I hate - and I don't even believe hate is a thing! - that I had to hurt them. I made sure to not do any real damage: I broke or sprained a wrist or sprained an ankle. I don't like that I had to do that at all. But I did, so I wouldn't get hurt." I finished my rant, and he stood there with a dumbstruck expression on his face.

"I didn't know about that, Tris. I would never do that to y-"

"But I was there for it! It did happen, Four! I have the bruises to prov-"

"I let you rant, now let me explain." I nodded. "I didn't do that. I had nothing to do with that, Tris. I would not do that; are you okay?" he paused, waiting for a response. When I didn't speak, he continued talking. "You said this was over text. I don't even have your number." We were both quiet for a moment, before he spoke again. "I have an idea! Do you have your phone with you?"

"It's inside."

"Okay. We'll go in, and we'll have one of the people in there tell you my number, and you can say whether it's the same number that texted you. Okay?" I nodded, and we stepped toward the door. He placed his hand over the knob, and paused. "Really, Tris. Are you okay?" I don't know why, but him saying this, so seriously asking, made me begin to believe he didn't have a part in the whole after school thing, and it brought a few tears to my eyes. I refused to let them fall, though. I nodded. he opened the door and motioned for me to walk in before following and shutting the door.

"Did you two work whatever that was out yet? That was pretty intense in here a few minutes ago," Zeke said.

"Almost," I stated. "Will one of you guys please tell Tris my phone number?" I asked as she returned to standing beside me, phone in hand.

"Sure," Marlene replied, nodding. She pulled her phone out and said, "Four's cell number: 460-3646." I watched Tris' face as she said this, and noticed her expression change, but it wasn't one I could place.

"That's not this number," she whispered. "I'm sorry, Four." She looked up at me.

"It's okay. I forgive you."

Author's Note:

I hope you all enjoyed the chapter! I'll try to update again tomorrow, Thursday, or Friday!

Have a great day!

~MoMaster