Author's Note:
Hi, friends! This is the second chapter up today, so if you haven't read chapter Twenty~Seven, I would recommend it. If you haven't, this will probably be a bit confusing.
patronouseandpotions: I'm so glad you like the story so much! As for your request, it's in here, and there will be a lot more of his P.O.V. from now on! Thanks so much for your review and support; it really means a lot to me!
Anyway, on with the story!
Wearing His Jersey
Chapter Twenty~Eight (WOW! THIS IS GOING SO FAST; IT'S NOT EVEN FUNNY!)
Tris's P.O.V.
"Okay," I began, "you three know him about as well as I do, and I wanted another opinion, so . . ." I was wearing the gorgeous peach and purple dress, and couldn't wait for my friends to see it. The girls were out getting their nails done (I had been invited, but I'd ended up staying after school to help with the tree, so I didn't go) and I was too eager for my own good. Uriah, Zeke, Will, and a friend of theirs named Matt had come. I'd only seen Matt for a split second before he'd mumbled something and hurried to the front of the store, where I had heard Caleb talking to the boys.
"I think you look stunning!" Uriah shrieked. "I can't wait to see you with the shoes and your hair done. Are you wearing makeup?"
"No, I don't plan on it. I am not the biggest fan."
"Mhmm," he nodded. "I thought you would say that." I smiled.
"I agree, Tris. You look nice," Will smiled at me. Zeke agreed.
"Is there any chance that you, you know, um, maybe have a picture of the girls in their dresses, or even just the dresses?" Uriah asked. "I need to know what color tie to get, and Marlene keeps telling me that she hasn't gotten the dress yet, so when I ask, she won't tell me." I smirked. "But I know she did get the dress, because she said the same thing when we went to her aunt's wedding, and she had just been debating what color on her dress to make the tie match. It was a very colorful dress." He was nodding. I laughed.
"Yeah, they've already gotten their dresses, but no, I'm not showing them to you guys. If they don't want you to know yet, like I don't want Four to know yet, then you need to wait."
I hadn't realized what I may have implied until Will turned to Zeke and Uriah with his determination clear on his face.
"So, everyone here except Four knows what Tris is wearing. . ." He paused. "That means . . . you guys all know what Christina is wearing." The other two boys realized what he meant in synchronization, and it was hard not to laugh at the way they were interrogating each other, grabbing each other's shirts to pull them toward them to listen, and bicker. I only caught rough snippets:
"I'll tell you if you tell me!"
"Yes, I promise I know! Now, just tell me what color she's wearing!"
"Last time, she didn't tell me the color on time, and I got yelled at at the dance when I wore the wrong blue! I need to know ahead of time!"
"No, I tell you, I do not know!"
"Guys! Cut it out!" I yelled between my laughter. They stopped and turned to me, each of them glaring at me, and glancing away to send a look to each other every couple seconds. "None of you know what they're wearing, okay? I promise." I knew that they'd recently picked out their dresses as well, but none of the boys knew what they were wearing yet. It'd only been two days since they were picked out anyway.
"Do you promise?" Will asked.
"Yes!" I huffed. "That's what I said."
"Okay."
"Okay," I repeated.
"Okay."
"Okay."
"Okay."
"Okay." I crossed my arms, ready to go to battle for as long as he likes.
"Okay," he continued.
"Okay."
"Okay."
"Oka~"
"Okay!" Zeke interrupted. "We get the gist!"
"All right," I smiled, then twirled, the dress flowing out around me. "I'm changing now." I didn't want to mess up the dress before Friday. I headed back into the dressing room, and when I came out, Matt was back.
Caleb P.O.V. (PICKING UP FROM THE END OF CHAPTER TWENTY~SEVEN!)
"Hi, how can I help you?" I asked the boy, and tried to pull my eyes away from his face.
I was only successful when my book dropped out of my hands. He bent down and picked it up, handing it to me.
"Here you go," he smiled. I took it from him, and he stuck his hands in his jean pockets. "Its a good book." He nodded toward the small copy I had set on the edge of the counter the cashier works behind.
"It is," I agreed. "Have you read it?" I closed my eyes. Of course he's read it! He just said it was a good book!
"Yes, I have," he smirked. "Have you read the whole thing before?"
"Multiple times."
"Me, too."
"Over twenty."
"Currently reading it my twenty~first time." I grinned.
"What part are you at?"
"He's finding out about what actually happens when people are Released."
"Oh," I cringed.
"Yeah," he nodded. "Not a very happy part, is it?" I shook my head. "So, what part are you at?"
"He's at the Ceremony right now."
"Ah, just wait, Jonas." We laughed. It was then quiet for a moment, us just spending a couple seconds smiling and looking at each other. The most surprising part was that it wasn't awkward, like it would have been with anyone else. "I should head back and see what they've gotten themselves into. I sincerely apologize right now for any clothing that they've torn or spilled stuff on." He grinned, and I smiled back.
"I suppose it can be forgiven." We laughed again, and he began walking away, before pausing and turning back.
"I'd totally forgotten. I came up here to ask if you sold men's clothing as well? It's a pretty decently sized store, and last time I decided to check out a store this size without my friends, I got lost." He paused and I smiled. "Don't laugh at me!" he exclaimed, but I knew he wasn't serious when he grinned and let out a small laugh himself.
"We do."
"Okay, thanks."
"And, if you want, I can show you around the store right now? If you have time."
"Sure! That'd be great!" he said, but just then, the other boys appeared, Tris at their side.
"Hey, are you ready to go?" Will asked. The boy, Matt, looked back at me and smiled apologetically.
"Can I come back another time? Maybe tomorrow?"
"Of course," I agreed. "That should be fine."
"Thanks," he smiled.
"It's really no problem at all; a pleasure, in fact." He grinned.
"Matt," he introduced.
"I'm Caleb."
"I'll see you around!" On his way out, he turned to me, and I'm pretty sure I caught a wink.