Tris Prior: World famous athlete

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"Well, I was talking to Mar and Shauna, when suddenly I saw Tris dangling by her collar, and Eric lifting her up. I guess I went a little crazy and I fought him." Four explains. The coach nods and soon enough Four's slender hands graze my stomach, and pulled me up into his arms. My head pounds, and I could feel it starting to swell. Then everything fades into darkness, and i'm faced looking at pitch black.

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FOUR POV

I can't help but look at her as I pull her into her jeep. Luckily Coach Amar cancelled practice today due to the fight, which is a bummer, but Tris isn't in the proper conditon to play right now. Her cheek is bruised badly and I cannot help but feel as if this is my fault. I shouldn't of let her get between us, and now because of me, she looks like a airborn soccer ball flew out of nowhere and hit her in the face. (#ScottSterling)

Once we both are in her car, I start looking for the keys. Since Tris is unconscious I have to drive her. I finally look through her bag and I found the little, dangly, silver key. I put it in the ignition. I start the car and pulled out of the now uncrowded parking lot.

On the way to Zeke's, I see her eyes flutter open, unleashing her pretty greyish blue eyes.

"Tris?" I say. She looks my way slowly. I can tell even the slightest movement hurts.

"Yes?" she croaks.

"Need something cold to ice it with?" I ask. She nods and I throw her my chilled bottle of water. She places it against her cheek and cringes.

"Thats better. Thanks." she says. I thought that, that would end the conversation but once again she perks her eyes at me.

"Four. Can I ask you a question?" she says. I nod in response.

"Why are you helping me?" she asks. Why would she say that?! Ugh, she must not get why.

"Because I want to." I say sternly. Maybe I shouldn't of sounded too serious.

TRIS POV

My cheek hurts way to much for me to argue, although 'colorful' words for me to call him keep popping into my head. I just keep quiet and Four seems to do the same.

Its almost a MIRACLE once we get back. We haven't said a word to eachother since his answer, but thats probably for the best. I would bitch slap him if he says another word. Lucky for him, I feel like passing out, and the pain ringing in my ears is a whole other thing.

Awkwardly, we both stumble inside. I had to slug off Four's shoulder a little bit, because i'm dizzy and light headed to a point where I might black out again. I feel a bit selfish though. Four is the one who actually beat up Eric..for me, and right now Four only has a broken lip, a couple bruises all around, and a bleeding brow. Good thing Eric sucks at fighting. I bet Four near killed the man! But the thought lingers...he actually fought and risked his physical health, for me?