Tris Prior: World famous athlete

Starbucks!

FOUR POV

"Yo Four buddy,wake up!" a voice yells. I feel a push on my arm, but I won't budge. I'm to afraid I am going to wake up and see my father again. Like in my dream. But I guess dreams aren't real...

"Four-ie-poo!" a different voice squeals.

I finally open my eyes to see two idiots hovering over me.

"Will you get away from me?!" I growl, sitting up.

"Excuse you?! I'm the one who let you crash here for free!" sasses Zeke.

"Whats for breakfast?" I grumble. Zeke and Uriah exchange glances for a moment, then they look back at me again.

"I don't know. We though Tris would be up by now to make it. Damn, she's still asleep downstairs!" Uriah shrugs.

"Wanna just go through drive through or something?"I say. Zeke shrugs, but Uriah is nodding his head so quickly, it might just pop off.

"Where to Uri?" Zeke says.

"STAAARBUCKS!" Uriah bursts. Geez, I think I lost half my hearing because of that.

"Fine. Go get Trissy poo then." Zeke says. Uriah nods, and skips out of the room.

TRIS POV

I am dreaming a very awesome dream about unicorns and rainbows, when i'm abrubtly disturbed by a rough shaking on my arm. Reluctantly I open my eyes.

"What the hell?" I groan. "I want to sleep!"

"Tris, wakey wakey, chocolate shakey!" Uriah teases. I glare at him, then I throw my pillow in his face, hard.

"OWIE!" he squeals. Oddly enough, his pain makes me laugh.

"Seriously Tris, get up!" he groans.

"Nope." I say, popping the P to make him mad. I wrap myself back in my warm blanket, and shut my eyes once again.

"I NEED BACKUP!" Uriah yells. Oh..crap...

Suddenly a horde of idiotic men, trample down the staircase.

"Trissy poo, you have to get up." Four says, kneeling down to me.

"Go away or die." I snarl. His eyes widen and he backs up.

"Zeke, little hand?" Four says.

"Trissy, don't make me count to three." Zeke warns.

"Do it. I won't get up." I smirk, my eyes still shut.

"Not even for...Starbucks?" Uriah asks. My eyes burst open. Starbucks!

I jump off of the couch, and I grab my duffel bag, and I zoom up the stairs in a flash. I do my simple makeup routine, although I have no clue what to do with the pencil thingy, and paint brush thing-a-ma-bob, I still manage. After my makeup, I brush my long dirty blonde waves, and I put it in a messy bun. I brush my teeth, and I look through my duffel bag for clothes. I pull out my maroon hoodie, my pale, blue skinny jeans, and my maroon flats. I put them on and I walk back downstairs.

"Finally." gasps Zeke.

"Yes. Finally. NOW LETS GO!" I squeal, hopefully not like Christina.

"I'll take my motorcycle, I'll meet you guys there." Four says. We all say ok, and he walks to his black motorcycle, and the rest of us go to Uriah's yellow buggy.

I know I said I was going to delay the next chapter, but I half way wrote this awhile ago, and I'm not doing anything right now so, Yay! I updated it :D

i'm hoping to update shortly after this too, and next chapter is going to be suspenful! :D

More soccer stuff will start happening in my next couple chapters (Just in case you guys were wondering why in like 10 chapters, they only had one practice).

Also thank you for nearly FREAKIN 500 reads! Thats awesomesauce!