Author's Note
Hi, everybody!
FactionDistrictDemiGod: Can I just say: I love your name on here! It's amazing! I'm sorry if this sounds weird, but in a way I'm glad you felt something during the chapter, because I try really hard to make people feel something with my writing! Pleased not punch the wall; that would probably hurt! Again, I literally absolutely one-hundred percent love your name! Thank you so much for your review and your support in the story; I really appreciate it, and I hope you enjoy this chapter!
.pansycakes.46: I don't know if I have told you this, but I love your name on here, too! I probably did say it at least once, but I'm saying it again: I like your name. I'm going to combine both your reviews (thank you!) into one response. What you reviewed for Chapter Five: I checked out the summary of your "Divergent" story (Face the Music) and I'm super excited to start reading it! When I review it, I'll let you know it's me. Also, I am so glad you couldn't think of anything bad to say about my writing! I accept criticism of it, and the fact that you didn't have any made me smile! Thank you! I'm really glad you love this story so far, and I hope you continue to! This is for your review of Chapter Ten: I'm glad you couldn't wait to read more! Here it is! I'm glad you liked the dare, and if you do have your friend do it, I recommend being careful, and let me know how it goes! Thank you so much for your support; I really appreciate it!
Fourtrisdamnsexy: Let me know when you read "The Heir"; we can fangirl together! I warn you: the ending had me in tears! I was like "OMG! NO! THIS IS NOT ALLOWED!" Well, I didn't actually say that, but it sums up my thoughts on the book! I'm extremely happy that you love my story, and here's more! Enjoy the chapter! Thank you so much for your continued support of this story; it really does mean more to me than you could imagine! Thank you!
Guest: Hmmmm, what is he going to ask? We'll see! I hope you like the chapter, and the question may not be what you were expecting, but I hope you like it! And you seem to know me so well: I do enjoy leaving you guys with cliff hangers! I apologia, but it excites me! I'm glad you enjoy the story; I hope you continue to! I am also glad that you like the dares; I am not the best at writing Truth or Dare scenes in my opinion, so that means a lot to me! I'm glad to have you excited for more, and I hope you enjoy this chapter! There may be another cliff hanger! Thank you so much for your review and support of this story; it means so much to me!
Guest: Don't worry; it'll all be sorted out! Tris won't stand for being told she isn't on the team, and I'm glad you had faith that she made it even though she was told otherwise! Thank you so much for your review and support; it is greatly appreciated! Thank you!
Okay, sorry, I'm back! You guys can't really tell, but I just had to take a quick break, but anyway, here I am!
Alright, I'm reading a fan fiction right now for John Green's "The Fault in Our Stars", and it has inspired me. It taught me as much as the book did, which is a lot. I have yet to review it, but it meant a lot. It's sad, and there are times when it is joyful, and dramatic, and I literally was nearly crying at some parts. I don't know why, but when I m reading, I rarely cry, so when I do, it gets to me!
The story inspired me to try and up my game with this one. I wan this story to remain interesting to you all, and I hope it is, but just in case, I want to add some more to it. If you have any ideas you would like me to include, just review or Private Message (PM) me, and I'll check out your ideas! Thank you!
This note is already almost eight-hundred words long, so you are all probably getting kind of annoyed with me . . .
On with the story!
Disclaimer: I do not own the "Divergent" books, Veronica Roth does.
Wearing His Jersey
Chapter Eleven
Tris's P.O.V.
"Um, yeah, you can ask me anything. I just can't promise that I will answer," I said. Four smiled.
"Well, you don't seem like you have completely forgiven me." I nodded slightly. "And I was curious as stop if you are still upset with me over what happened with Peter."
"Just so you know, there was no question there, and honestly, I don't know why, but I am a little upset still; I don't exactly understand, though."
"Do you wan tot talk about it? I might be able to help you." I shifted my wight from one foot to my other. I didn't understand why I was mad at him. Well, I wasn't mad, I was more upset, in a way i didn't understand.
"I don't know how much talking will help . . ."
"That's all right; we don't have to talk. I just wanted to let you know we can."
"Okay, thank you. Maybe we can a little, but it's going to seem confusing." He nodded. "Well, even though you've proven to me that you didn't text me, I spent about twenty hours thinking you did. Then, even after Peter showed up, I continued to think you had something to do with it; I thought you sent them. When I saw you here, I felt . . . nervous and angry, and sort of sad. I didn't know what to expect to happen and I blamed you for what did happen."
"That's understandable," he nodded, "because you were under the impression it was me."
"Yes, and then when you proved it wasn't you, I feel like there are so many ways you still could have had something to do with it. You could've set it up, you could have sent Peter and those other guys . . .I just feel like a lot could have happened that I don't know or understand. I know that I will completely forgive you, for you may have had nothing to do with it, or it was a mistake." We were both silent for a moment, thinking about what I had said.
"I understand what you are saying, Tris. I am not angry at you for thinking this way, and in fact, if I were in your position, I would probably be thinking the same things you are."
I nodded, and he continued.
"There are a few things I want to understand. We don't have to talk about them now, because it just happened a few yours ago, but I do have some questions that I think we need to figure out at some point soon. We should understand how Peter managed this."
"All right," I said. "We can do it sometime soon, whenever. I'm fine," I said, and muttered, "mostly."
"What?" I just shook my head. "We can talk about them now, if you want, or in a little while."
"How about later? After the games."
"Okay, later it is."
"Let's go!" I said, smiling, and took the bottle from his hands. I jogged out of the kitchen, a walking Four behind me. I turned and saw him watching me with a small smile. I smiled back, and handed Marlene the bottle. She shook it and made a face.
"I really don't trust you guys," she said to us. I smiled and watched as she untwisted the cap and brought the bottle to her nose.
"No, Mar, you drink it, not sniff it," Uriah said. Then a new expression spread over his face. "Oh my goodness! Can you drink with your nostrils?" He stared at her with amazement. We all laughed.
"Yeah, Uri, I can."
"Really?!"
"Totally. I do it all the time." She paused and let out a cry. "Oh, no! I wasn't supposed to tell you guys that! It's against the Fairy Code!" She gasped again, then rushed out, "but it's not like I'm a fairy or anything . . ."
We all smiled and Uriah stared at her in amazement.
"Why can't we know? We're your best friends! We won't tell anyone; don't worry, Mar!" Shauna laughed and Uriah looked over at her, giving her a look. "You can't tell anyone, Shauna, we can't let Marlene get in trout;e with the Fairy Council." I smiled.
"So, Mar, will you show us the nostrils way?" Uriah asked her.
"I can't; I'm sorry, it's against the rules." Uriah's face fell.
"Oh, okay, we understand," he said, with a smile. She hugged him.
"Thanks, Uri."
"No problem, cupcake!"
"'Cupcake'?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Yes. We've been dating for three years and I really like you, Marlene. I want to call you Cupcake, because I certainly can't call you Fairy Princess in public! People will catch on!"
"You're right, Uriah," she smiled at him sincerely. "We can't let that happen."
"Okay, okay! back to the game!" Zeke yelled, covering his eyes. We all laughed.
"Alright, Mar, drink it! Drink it! Drink it!" we all chanted. She looked at the soda bottle and quickly took a sip, before scrunching up her nose and spitting at out, all over Uriah!
She turned to him, swiping at her mouth.
"Sorry . . .Cookie!" she exclaimed.
"Cookie?" he asked, using his hand to get the drink off his face.
"Well, i figured if I have a secret name, you need one, too."
"Okay! Cookie sounds good."
"It does," she smiled.
Just then, there was a knock at the door. Uriah sprung up, panicked.
"Oh my goodness! What if the Fairy Council is here?! What f they know you told us you're a fairy?!" She laughed.
"Don't worry about it, Uriah. It probably isn't the Fairy Council." He nodded, and jogged to the window. he looked outside, a look of caution on his face, and i smiled. Then, he went to the door, and opened it.
"Hey, Uriah."
"Hi, Mom! Wait! Just to make sure it's you, tell me my birthday!"
"September nineteenth." She gave him a quizzical look.
He looked at her face for a moment, then nodded and stepped to the side, clearing a path. Hie mom walked into the house, still giving him a weird look. She saw us.
"Hello!" she said. "I haven't seen you all in a while!" Her eyes landed on me. "I don; think I have met you before!" She smiled at me. I smiled back at her.
"I'm Tris," I said, and stood up to shake her hand. "You must be Mrs. . . ." I realized I didn't know Uriah and Zeke's last name!
"You can call me Hannah," she smiled, and ignoring my outstretched hand, pulled me to a hug. Then she pulled away. "Nice to meet you!"
"Thank you, you as well," I nodded. She went into the kitchen and I sat back down. A moment later, we heard the fridge open.
""Zeke! Uriah! Don't tell me you two used all the sodas!"
"No, theres another one on the counter/" Zeke said. The fridge closed, and I heard the cap of the soda twist off.
~~~Z
A while later, we'd finished the round of Truth or dare, and everyone else had decided to sleep over at Uriah and Zeke's. I figured I wanted to, and I could get to everyone a little better. I dialed my mom's number into my phone.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Mom, it's me, Tris.
"Hey. You okay?"
"Yeah; I'm at Uriah and Zeke's, my friends. The rest of my friends are here, too. Everyone is spending the night. I wanted to se if I could, too; i want to get to know these people a little better." She was quiet for a moment.
"I suppose you could."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. You know to call me if you need anything. And Tris, stay out of trouble." I nodded.
"I will, don't worry," I said. "Bye, I love you."
"I love you, too. I'll see you in the morning."
"Okay. See you later," I said and the call ended, so I turned to my friends.
"Can you stay?" Zeke asked.
"Yup!"
"Okay! Everyone can stay!" He smiled.
"I'm going to go get my bag out of my car. I always keep a bag in there for times like this," Marlene said and walked to the door.
Marlene's P.O.V.
""I'll come with you," Uriah said. I nodded, and we smiled at each other.
"Okay, let's go." We walked out the door and down the driveway. I was walking a few steps ahead of Uriah and talking to him about random things, like giraffes and oranges.
"Like, if they call oranges oranges, why can't pears be called greens?" I asked, putting my hands up in the air. "It isn't fair!" I stepped out into the street. "And did you know that I can say 'Orange monkey' backwards?"
"Mar, watch out!" I turned and saw Uriah running to me for a split second, and he pushed me across the street; I grabbed his hand that had been on my shoulder for a split second, then turned and saw a car coming toward us, just a few feet away, then the space between us was no longer there.
Author's Note:
OMG what's going to happen?! I apologize for any spelling errors; I'm tired. Now that Summer is about here, I will have a lot more time to update, so over the Summer, there will probably be updates every three days, or around there. Have a nice night/day!
~MoMaster