Okay, so this will take place 3 weeks after she last saw Tobias. He has already been released from the hospital and is now living with a temporary nurse named Nita. Also, since Tobias was the goalie, coach Amar has found a sub goalie named Albert (hehe sound familiar?) Oh and btw, Tobias is kind of an ass to his nurse. But oh well XD
Ok..and now, Chapter 18! Eek!
Tobias
"Mr. Eaton?" Nita calls.
"Get the hell out of my house! I don't need help!" I growl.
I roll my wheelchair to the farthest corner I can find in my house. I've never been so angry in my life. I DON'T want to be in a wheelchair, even temporarily, I DON'T want any help, especially a nurse, and ALL I want is to play soccer once again. I know Nita is just doing her job, but I don't want her here at all. I know how to take care of myself, and making me feel like i'm disabled dosen't help me at all.
"Mr. Eaton, you need to take your medicine." she calls back.
"Give me my damn medicine." I sneer.
I hear her footsteps on my wooden floors, and she appears, holding her hand out with oddly colored pills. I swipe the pills from her hand, and I gulp them down without any water to help. She slowly backs away from me, and goes back to whatever she was doing.
Tris
"Hey Trissy!" a familiar voice squeals from behind me. Ugh, Christina.
"Yes?" I reply.
Christina runs infront of me, her black hair bobbing against her collarbone. She looks completely excited...thats not good.
"Uriah is throwing a party for, Four! Apparently Four has been having a hard time. I mean, why wouldn't he. He's stuck in a wheelchair for like a month."Christina says.
I feel my heart start to race a bit. I haven't seen Four since he left the hospital, and I feel like he's been ignoring everyone, especially me.
"Really? But, Four isn't exactly the party type of guy." I smirk. Christina rolls her eyes and says, "C'mon, we all know you are DYING to see him again."
"I wouldn't say dying, but..." she cuts me off.
"But you still miss him?" she asks. I nod. I feel my eyes get blurry with tears. I do miss him. Alot.
"You know what we need to do?" she smiles.
"What?" I ask.
"GET TATTOOS!" she squeals in my ear. I cover my ears, and I nod in agreement.
"Great, now girlie, LETS GO!"
And with that, she pulls my arm, and yanks me to the tattoo parlor.
YOU ARE READING
Tris Prior: World famous athlete
RomanceTris Prior has always been a crazed soccer fan. She played on competitive teams, travelled to different states to play, and when she finally turns 23, her life changes forever. She was accepted to Dauntless. A NSL (national soccer leauge) in Chicag...
