Divergent High

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TRIS

We run upstairs to Chris's room and get dressed.

Luckily I brought my stuff over. I also brought sweats and a t-shirt to change into after the party cause it sounds like the group is going to have a sleepover.

I change into a black tank top over a white halter bralette, light wash boyfriend jeans with big knee rips with fishnets under, and black booties.

Christina takes me to her bathroom and does my makeup. She puts on my foundation, concealer, bronzer, blush, my regular peachy eyeshadow with a bit of sparkly gold, eyeliner, and finally a nude matte lipstick. Once she's done, I curl my hair and Chris does her makeup. Running my fingers through my hair when I finish, I also pack my stuff up and toss it into my bag.

I look at Chris and she looks amazing. She went the more fancy route with a blue satin bodycon dress and nude heels.

"We should go. The party just started," she says.

"Oh no, the party hasn't officially started until we get there," I reply.

"Well then let's go."

After grabbing my phone from her bed, taking a mirror selfie in the full length mirror hanging on her door, Chris and I run downstairs to head to the party. We get into her car and drive to Zeke and Uriah's house. The party started ten minutes ago and the street's already packed.

Chris parks the car and we head inside.

I immediately look for Tobias.

"Have you seen T-Four?" I ask Christina.

"Nope. Have you seen Will?"

"Nope," I shrug, brushing my hair away from my face. Weaving through the crowds, I search for Tobias. It takes a little while, but I eventually find him by the drinks.

"There you are!" I say, placing a hand on the back of his neck and pulling him into a kiss.

"Hi beautiful!" he grins one we separate.

"Hi handsome!" He does look handsome; he's wearing jeans and a nice blue button-down that brings out his eyes.

He wraps his arm around my waist and kisses my forehead. I grab a glass of punch and take a drink. I immediately spit the strange concoction of alcohol and juice that most definitely does not go together it back into the cup.

"What's in this?" I cringe and ask Tobias.

"I don't know... Zeke and Uriah made it," he says, pulling me in closer.

"That explains," I laugh, holding the cup up against his chest.

"Wanna dance?" he asks me.

Setting the plastic cup on the counter, I respond, "Yeah."

We head into the 'dance floor' and dance like maniacs to our favorite songs.
Halfway through 'Uma Thurman', I wrap my arms around his neck and Tobias wraps his arms around my waist.

As the music dies down, Tobias whispers, "I like you."

"I like you too," I reply, laughing.

"I like you three."

"I like you Four." I giggle again.

"I know."

"You sneaky booger!" I say.

"HEY EVERYBODY! IF YOU WEREN'T PERSONALLY INVITED BY ME OR ZEKE, THEN GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" Uriah announces.

"FRIENDS, TO THE BASEMENT!" Zeke yells.