Author's Note

Hello friends! So, there are only a few more weeks of Summer before school starts back up, so I plan on updating as much as I can until then, and this is my plan for afterward: update as much as I can. I will try to update at least once a week, probably on weekends, and maybe more. I would like to ask you all to read the author's note I put at the bottom, too, please, because I'm going to start making special announcements/sayings on the bottom that have to do with writing.

TrisTobyUri: I do really like your idea, and it may be playing into some upcoming chapters soon, but it won't really be exactly like you said; it'll be a little different. Also, thank you for understanding if I weren't to use the idea, and I hope it's alright with you that I'm changing it up. Thank you for your idea help, review, and support; it means a ton to me!

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I hope you all enjoy the chapter!

Wearing His Jersey

Chapter Eighteen

Tris's P.O.V.

When my eyelids slid up, I saw that I was lying in my own bed, not the hospital where I expected I'd be when I awoke. I smiled and looked around; my door was shut and there was a glass of water on my nightstand. My football uniform was laid out on my desk. Those were the only differences from when I'd left the day before for school. I pushed my blankets off with my feet, and then went to stand up, and when I did, I shrieked. My side had pain shooting through it, and I pulled my shirt up, revealing a large purple and green bruise from when I fell. My arm still had a river of pain flowing through it; I could tell it was broken, and it was in a cast. I grumbled and walked over to my closet, ignoring the pain in my side whenever my left foot hit the floor. I looked down at myself; I was wearing a pair of shorts and a tank-top. I slid on a sweatshirt and pair of sandals, then walked out of my room, out of the house. I hadn't seen anyone inside, so I left a note on the counter, telling them that I was going for a walk, and should be back in about an hour.

I walked down the driveway, the street, out of the neighborhood. Then, I walked down the street to the café, where I took a seat at a booth by myself. I sat and people-watched.

"Hello," I heard a male voice say and looked up at the boy standing in front of my table.

"Hi," I said. He glanced around the shop, and I could tell he was nervous.

"Can I, um, sit down?" He pointed to the open seat across from me. I nodded.

"Go ahead."

He was quiet for a moment, then said: "You don't look too good. Are you okay?"

"All I wanted to hear was how awful I looked when I came here," I said sarcastically. He immediately shook his head.

"No, no! That's not what I mean. I mean you don't look like you're feeling too good." I nodded, smiling.

"I was just joking with you; I know I don't look perfect right now. And yeah, I'm fine; it's just been a tough few days."

"Well, if you want, you can talk to me about it." I shook my head.

"Thanks, but I don't know if you really want to listen." I don't really want to tell a stranger about the past days.

"Sure I do," he shrugged. "Not like I'm busy." I laughed and sat up straighter.

"Okay, I guess I can give you a quick outline." He nodded.

"Okay. Get to it."

"So, a few weeks ago, I tried out for the football team at school. I go to Chicago High. And-"

"Wait, don't they only have a boy's football team?"

"Yes. And the coach had said that I didn't make the team, even though I was, not to brag or anything, one of the best players trying out. A few days later, I was tricked into meeting this kid after school; he was posing as one of my friends. I went, and he said that he wasn't happy that I had gotten on the team. I still thought I wasn't on the team, and he got mad, saying I was lying and stuff. So, I got in a fight with him and two of his friends - I tell you: sometimes they act like The Three Stooges. I'd thought my friends had set me up, but, of course, they hadn't. We-"

"Wait! What happened to the three boys?"

"It wasn't fun for them. I left the school with just a few bruises, and they all left with sprains - some minor, and one major, but not too bad. Anyway, like I was saying, we talked to one of the other coaches; her name is Coach Lee, and she confirmed that I had made the team, but the other coach, the one who had told me I didn't make the team, Coach Jap, had told me otherwise because he didn't want me on the team. So, a whole bunch of stuff happened, and one of my friends gave up his spot for me." I smiled as I said this. "Then, yesterday was our first game of the season. I still don't know if we won or not; I got hurt in the fourth quarter. I don't even know exactly what injuries I have yet; I just woke up. I didn't see any of my family home, so I wrote a quick note and took a walk. Now we're here." I shrugged.

"That's cool," he said, and I saw that he was smirking. "Can I guess your name?" he asked after a second. I gave him a weird look but nodded. "Hmmm . . .Tris!" My eyes widened.

"How did you know that? And what's your name?"

"I'm Ryen. I know the whole second part of the story, but didn't want to interrupt you. You might know my sister, Lynn?" I nodded.

"Yeah! We're friends. She's great," I smiled.

"And my mom is a coach at C.H.S. You know her: Coach Lee."

Author's Note:

How was that? I hope you all liked it! I plan on making Ryen a big part of this story.

So: Important stuff here: First off, I wanted to give you all a quote about reading, because if you're reading this right now, I assume you like to read: "Reading gives us someplace to go when we have to stay where we are." -Mason Cooley

Also, I've started a whole bunch of different stories, and I haven't really finished any, but I've got a few ideas going right now that I really like and think that I could take somewhere, but I want to know honest opinions on my writing; it'll help me with my writing and the stories. So, please tell me things that you think I could improve, or things you think I'm working well with. Thank you!

~MoMaster