Tris Prior: World famous athlete

I Got In!! -Part 1-

Hey guys! Hope you enjoy part one of this chapter!! This chapter mainly shows how bad a relationship they are now. But will that all change later on? Reeead to find out :D

Flashback-

"Four...why would you do this to me!" I cry. I thought I was strong. Clearly i'm like every girl I know.

"Tris, it's not what it looks like!" Four hisses, placing his cold hand on my shoulder. I swipe it away, earning a pitiful look from Four.

"It's exactly what it looks like! You kissed her!"

"It-it.." He trys to retort. I stifle a laugh. I cannot believe him. I gave him my heart, and he crushed it by kissing the school slut; Lauren.

"Don't even try. You were to busy making out with that slut to even notice me watching you! You have no fucking (A/N:sorry for the F-bomb, just seemed made the scene pop) Idea how much this hurts!" I bawl. I HATE crying in public, but I can't seem to stop these waves from dripping down my now salted cheeks.

"You know what?! If you don't believe it wasn't my fault, how bout we take a break! A LONG break!" Four snaps. My cheeks redden in anger, and somewhere inside me I find the courage to slap him. Hard.

"No der! Get away from me before I slap you again!"

With that comment, he slowly backs away from me. Leaving me in my tracks. That was the last i've ever seen of him.

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"MOM! DAD!" I squeal in joy. I can't believe it!!! I got in! I GOT IN!

"What honey? Did you fall off the couch again?" My mother gasps, running up to me, looking for brusies. I pull my arm away from her, and she tips her head and backs up with my dad.

"What is it Bea?" My dad asks. His voice stern for an odd reason.

"I got in." I grin. They give me puzzled faces and I groan.

"Ahem? I got into the NSL!"I squeal again. Their puzzled faces turned into smiles and they hugged the life out of me.

"I---Can't- BREATH!" I gasp for air. They release me, keeping there smiles intact.

"I leave for Chicago this weekend." I add.

"Oh, i'm so proud of my little soccer girl!" My mom smirks, the crinkles around her eyes become more noticeable, which causes me to smile.

"Oh- didn't that..hmm whats his name." My dad stumbles, his pointing finger thumbs his temple as he tries to think.

"Four." My mom whispers lightly in his ear. He mouths 'OHHH' and nods.

"Yes, Four."

I groan. Just the sound of his name makes me want to puke.

"Don't even remind me of him."I grunt. My mother then rubs her thumb against my shoulder in a 'momsy' kind of way. "Ok baby." She smiles, once again the crinkles shine through.