"What?" He furrows his brow and I narrow my eyes at him. "You can't be serious Tris, I don't like Chris that wa-" he's cut off by Will shouting.
"What the hell was that Four?! CHRIS IS MINE!" His voice rings out through the air and Four pales.
"Will...it's not like that I-I don't like Chris that way." He stutters, turning to face Will's fuming figure. I glare at Chris and she just rolls her eyes. "WILL, GET THIS THROUGH YOUR THICK SKULL. I. DON'T. LIKE. CHRISTINA!" Four shouts causing me to jump a little.
"SURE LOOKED LIKE IT! YOU DIDN'T OBJECT WHEN SHE RUBBED HER HANDS ALL OVER YOUR UPPER BODY TOBIAS!" Four' s eyes go wide with anger and he takes a step closer to Will.
"Tobias?" I ask and Four pales.
