Author's note:

I know, I know. A more regular update schedule, she said, or something along those lines. I'm working on it. I haven't written in so long, I need to get in the groove again; I definitely don't like not writing for this long.

How was everyone's holiday and New Year? I hope everyone has a wonderful year!

Guest: All right, I'll be sure to check it out; thanks for the suggestion!

triseat0n: I know you reviewed for Chapter Four, but I'm hoping you likes the story and continued to here! I know: good music, right? What song of theirs is your favorite? Have you heard their new version of Irresistible with Demi Lovato? I don't know if I like it yet. I absolutely loved the original, so I'm still adjusting. It's not too bad, though, in my opinion.

Kirs: I'm glad you liked it! I'm hoping to keep up the cuteness!

Thanks everyone for your support of the story; I really appreciate it!

I hope you all enjoy!

Wearing His Jersey

Chapter Twenty~Seven

Caleb's P.O.V.

When Tris flew through the front door grinning like the Mad hatter, I was immediately filled with a nervous energy. Last time this happened, Four had asked her out. I don't know how much of a fan I am of him, or simply the idea of her dating. I headed over to the couch and sat down. So, to be honest and blunt, I wasn't exactly filled with the same energy as she was when she said:

"HE ASKED ME TO THE DANCE! CALEB, GUESS WHAT!" She screeched.

"What?"

"HE ASKED ME TO THE DANCE!"

"You already said that."

"Yeah, well, I'm going to keep saying it until you show some enthusiasm. That's great, Tris! What are you wearing? You can try one of those, or maybe something like: Really? I knew he would! You two are great together! or How did he ask? I'm so excited for you!" She paused. "You know what, say the one where you ask how he asked me. I want to explain it." I rolled my eyes but smiled.

"How did he ask?"

"With the lack of enthusiasm, I'd think you were talking about stepping in the neighbor's dog's poop again."

"Fine. HOW DID HE ASK YOU TO THE DANCE NEXT WEEK? I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU!" She grinned again. "Did I pass the test?"

"Yes. So we were staying after to help set up the Christmas tree in the cafeteria with the kids' names on them for the Christmas Surprise we do. We'd been filling out the snowflakes and stuff to hang on the tree when he passed me one, and it had both our names on the front. You know, from him, to me, and all that. Then, on the back, he asked! I was beginning to think he wouldn't and maybe he didn't like me after our date and everything since we've only been out once or twice. You know? But no! He was just waiting so he'd have it perfectly planned and it was!"

"It was what?"

"Perfectly planned!"

"Oh, well, um, congratulations?"

"Thanks; I'm excited; the dance is only about a week away!"

Just then, I heard the front door open again, and she sprung up from the couch where she'd taken a seat next to me and rushed to the front door.

"Mom! Guess what?"

I laughed and stood up, heading upstairs to begin my hours worth of homework.

About an hour and a half later, there was a knock on my door.

"Come in!" I called. The door opened and Tris stepped in.

"Hey," she began. "I'm heading to the boutique with Mom, then we're stopping at the Italian place downtown for dinner. Want to come?" I could still see her bubbly attitude in her eyes, and nodded.

"Sure, I'll be down in a second." She nodded and headed out, leaving the door open. I sped to finish up my rough draft for the History essay I was writing. I scribbled down the rest of the body paragraph, then filled in the conclusion.

"There we go," I mumbled, sticking the paper back in my folder and putting it in my bag. I headed to the bathroom, then changed into a pair of sweatpants. I didn't know what they were going to be doing at the boutique and had no idea how long we'd be there. I grabbed my copy of The Giver by Lois Lowry off my nightstand; it's always been a favorite of mine. I've read all her books, but this one has always stood out to me the most. I first read it in fourth grade, and since then, through all this time, it's stayed close. My beaten up copy has been read at least twenty times.

"Come on!" I heard Tris call from downstairs.

"Coming!" I slid on a pair of sneakers and a hoodie before heading downstairs, where Tris waited with my mother, who looked calm, despite Tris's tapping foot and hand on the door knob, clearly about to yell for me again.

She was glaring at me, dressed in a different outfit from when she'd been upstairs ten minutes ago. She now was in sweatpants, knockoff Uggs, and t-shirt.

"What were you doing up there?" she huffed.

"It was only, like, ten minutes!" I heard my mother chuckle from ahead of us.

"Let's go, you two."

We hopped in the car and sped off toward the shop.

When we arrived, we all headed inside, and I took my book and myself into the back room, leaving Tris and Mom to do whatever it is they were here for. After just a couple minutes of reading, I heard the door open, and watched a group of boys I faintly recognized, mostly from Tris's grade walk in. I sighed and headed back to what I was doing: reading. They walked up to the front desk, and I peeked out after a moment of quiet, wondering where my mom was. Usually, when she was in here, she was always paying close attention to everyone in the store, happily offering help and advice to anyone who asked.

I set the book down gently with a huff and grumbled out to the front desk.

"Hello," I welcomed them. They smiled.

The boy in the front said, "Tris said she was here, and wanted us to see something. Do you know her, or where she is?"

I nodded, adding, "She's my sister. I know her. I'm not sure where she is, though. When we came in, she took off."

"Okay, thanks. I'm Uriah, by the way. I've seen you around; you're in my brother's grade." He gestured behind him, to where I saw a boy I did recognize, Zeke, twirling around in front of another two boys, one blonde, his hair the same style and color as mine. Zeke was holding a dress up to him, and said:

"One of you come dance with me!" He turned and saw his brother and I watching him. He grinned and waved. I smiled back, before he turned back to his friends. "If neither of you volunteer, I'll choose, blaming your lack of participation on the fact that you're awed by my beauty and gorgeous appearance I take on in pink." He ruffled the magenta dress he had held up to him. He closed his eyes and spun in a circle multiple times, his hand out, pointing. When he stopped, swaying, his finger was pointing at the blond. "Will! You're the lucky winner; come dance with me!"

I laughed, and told Uriah he'd probably have the best luck checking the back, where I'd seen her head in the direction when we'd walked in the door. He thanked me and grabbed hold of his brother, Will, and the other boy, heading into the back. I turned to go back into the back room. I went in and grabbed my book, before heading back out to work the register since neither my mother or Tris were there paying attention to it. After a couple minutes and two chapters, I heard footsteps heading toward me. I glanced up and saw the other boy that had been with Uriah, his brother, and Will. I smiled at him, getting a chance to take him in. He had blue hair, contrasting with his brown eyes. I spotted a black swirl on his pale skin peeking out from his t-shirt.

He was breathtaking.