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Wearing His Jersey
Chapter Twenty-One
Tris's P.O.V.
"Do you want me to come over and help you get ready?" Christina asked through the phone. I could tell she was excited. I continued flipping through the clothes in my closet while I thought about her offer. "And if you want, I can bring the girls over, too."
"Thank you for the offer, Christina, really, but I think I'm going to try to get ready this time on my own. If I need help or advice or something, I'll text you to come over. Sound good?"
"Of course!"
"Okay, thanks."
"No problem! Let me know how it goes."
"Okay, of course! I'll talk to you later."
"You, too," she said, and hung up. I set my phone on my bed and wrapped my towel tighter around me, then there was a knock on the door.
"Tris, honey?" I heard my mother's voice through the door.
"Come in." The door opened and she stepped inside. When she saw me at my closet door, she grinned and set a plate down on the bed.
She walked over to me and set a hand on my shoulder.
"I don't really know what to wear."
"That's how it usually is at first," she laughed. "You'll look beautiful in anything." She paused and I smiled at her.
"Thanks, mom."
"No problem! I know you're a bit busy right now," she said and paused, winking. "But I just made a fresh batch of chocolate chip cookies. Want one?"
"Of course!" I turned and jogged from my closet to the bed, picking up a cookie. I bit into it. "Delicious!" She laughed.
"Has he told you where he's taking you?"
"No," I responded. "He wants it to be a surprise. He promised that next time, I get to choose the place and I can make it a surprise if I want, just as long as I promise not to snoop and figure out where we're going. I don't think I could, anyway, though. He told all our friends where we're going, but gave them strict orders to not tell me," I laughed. She smiled. I ate another cookie, then headed over to my closet.
"I was thinking this." I pulled out a skirt and blouse, along with a pair of short heels.
"You'll look wonderful."
"Thanks," I said.
"I'm heading downstairs; I want to see you all dressed up, okay?" She smiled, and I did too.
"Okay." She took the cookie plate and headed downstairs. I pulled my just-above-the-knee skirt off the hanger, along with the three-quarter sleeve blouse, and inspected the shoes, making sure they were clean. I slid the towel off and dressed. I put on the blouse, then the skirt, tucking the blouse in and puling it so only the bottom of the shirt was tucked in, and the top was poofy. I slid on a pair of brown shorts underneath, just in case I didn't want to wear the skirt. I still didn't know where we'd be going. I gathered my still damp hair into a ponytail on top of my head, then twisted the hair and wrapped it around the ponytail holder, bobby-pinning it in place. Then, I pulled a few strands out on each side so I didn't feel too fancy. I then simply rubbed a bit of lip gloss onto my lips, making them shimmer, and slid my feet into the shoes. I wanted to get used to them before heading out, so if I did trip, even though they were only about an inch and a half off the ground, it wouldn't be in public. I grabbed my small, sky blue bag and put some money, my lip gloss, and my phone in. Then, I slung it over my shoulder and walked to my mirror. My arm was still in it's cast, so I looked a bit different, but I looked pretty good. I was wearing a tan blouse, tucked into a gray skirt and sky blue wedges, matching my bag. I felt odd, dressed up.
"Okay, Tris," I said. "You'll do fine. You two are friends, and it definitely won't be awkward at all, just because you're going on a date." I continued with my pep talk, before deciding I was about set, pulling down my skirt so it wasn't so high up on my legs, and walked out of my bedroom.
Downstairs, I headed into the kitchen, where my mother was seated at the table with her sketchpad in front of her and a pencil in her hand.
"Hey, mom," I said and she turned. Her eyes widened and she smiled.
"Beatrice! You look stunning." I laughed and twirled.
"Thanks, mom."
"So, when's he picking you up? He can drive, right?"
"Yes, he'll be here at five."
"What's his name again?"
"He goes by Four."
"Oh, yes. I have met him before; your brother was working on a project with him a few months ago. Very nice. Polite. He's pretty quiet."
"Yeah," I nodded. "What're you drawing?"
"I'm re-sketching that purple and peach dress we talked about."
"Oooh, let me see." I walked over, my heels clicking quietly on the hardwood floors. The sketch was mostly a gesture drawing for the girl wearing it; mainly an outline with a handful of sketched details. The dress was shaded, indicating the midnight purple and peach. I smiled.
"That's beautiful. I really like like it."
"Thank you," she responded, right when there was a knock on the door. I sprung up straight, my eyes widening. Mom laughed. "Well, you might want to get that." I nodded, relaxing a bit and hurrying over to the doorway. I opened it and saw Four standing on the other side of the clear glass second door. We watched each other for a moment, before I reached for the door handle, pushing it open.
"Hi," I said.
"Hey, how are you?"
"You just saw me yesterday," I laughed. "Not too much has changed."
"For all I know, you could've gotten a puppy and decided you were moving to Indiana," he shrugged. I laughed.
"Nope. I want a pet, but don't have one, and we are not moving to Indiana. What's up with you?" I raised my eyebrows.
"Well, I'm just waiting for the perfect chance to say how beautiful you look, but I guess now that's all set." He smiled, nervousness showing a bit on his face. I could feel my cheeks warming, so I turned my head to the side with a muttered, "Thank you," and told him I would be right back and to step inside. He did, and I headed to let my family know I was going.
"He's here," I said to my mom and Caleb, who had come down from his room to get a snack. On most Saturdays, we order pizza around eight and watch a movie together, so I might not be here for that tonight. Mom nodded, and Caleb's brow furrowed.
"Who's here?"
"Four," I sighed, knowing full well this could turn to be a long conversation.
"Four's here?" He paused, setting down his granola bar. He began walking out from behind the counter. "I should say hello. And why are you all dressed up?"
"Because, we're going out for a few hours." I rolled my eyes and he looked over at me.
"What?"
"Yeah," I shrugged.
"I didn't know that." We were in the entrance hallway, where I saw Four, dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a dressy shirt - good, I don't think I overdressed - looking at a picture hanging on the wall. The picture was taken a few years ago, when Caleb and I had been playing up in a tree in the front yard. I'd fallen out a a few minutes later, but I'm okay.
"Hey Four," Caleb said. He turned.
"Hi," he smiled.
"So, you guys are going out? I didn't know." Four's eyes flicked over to me. I nodded.
"Yeah," he said. "Sorry."
"It's okay. Anyway, where you guys goin'?"
"Um, well." He paused and stepped over to Caleb, then whispered something. They both smiled.
"Okay," he said. "That'll be fun. I don't think she's ever been there before."
"Really? That makes this time even better, then."
"Come on! Tell me! You can't both just talk about where we're going right here, but not let me know!" They laughed.
"You'll find out soon enough," Caleb said. "Have fun!"