Call Me Six

4: 'Betty and Barbara' -Tris

TRIS-

Will this damn boy ever wake up? I've been jumping around on the mattress for at least five minutes now but he still ain't budging! It's kind of hurting my tits... Note to self: wear a bra when jumping around.

Time to do if the good old fashioned way, Tris...

I start to trail kisses down his neck and stop once I meet his jaw. I discovered last night that, that was his sensitive spot. I kiss it once more before biting down sharply and waiting for the inevitable purple bruise to form.

A low groan is emitted from his full lips and he swats at his neck - I take that as my cue....

I bounce once more on the bed before getting up and retrieving my clothes from the floor.

"Tris?" Bingo.

"Shit," I mutter and turn to face the newly awakened boy behind me. "I was hoping to sneak out without you noticing," I say whilst stood in the middle of his room in just my panties whilst I cover Betty and Barbara - that's what I named my boobs - ever so slightly with the purple dress from last night.

"Fuck," he says and runs a hand through his dark hair. "Did we... You know?"

I pull a hand through my hair and quickly put on the strapless dress - giving him a good show of the two girls, might I add - before saying, "I should go, need to get home before my brother wakes up."

"Yeah, um, you probably should," Zeke says and continues to ogle me.

"It was fun, Zeke. See you Monday, at school, yeah?"

"Yeah," he says as I reach for the door handle.

"Oh, and Zeke, this is our little secret, yeah?"

I don't wait for him to answer me, I simply leave the room and duck right into the small bathroom with a window perfect to climb out of.

"Mom?!" I hear Zeke shout from his room.

"Yes, sweetie?!"

"I think I've got a hangover!"

"Just one son, one decent son was all I asked for! But no, I got stuck with the two that chose to get drunk in the first week of school! At least you had the sense to not drink on a school night..."

All the shouting must have woken Uriah up because when I look back over my shoulder, he's stood in the doorframe.

"Uh. Hey, Tris," he says, eyes still squinting as he adjusts to the light. "What are you doing here?"

"Hey, Uri. I'm just leaving." With that I throw my heels out the window and clamber on through, dropping down onto the garage roof and then down to the stone paving.

My walk home is quite brisk and it only takes a few moments to arrive at the small house.

I walk through the door and the smell of freshly cooked pancakes fill the air. "I'm home!"

"Tris!" Caleb - or more commonly known as asshole - bellows. He doesn't quite approve of my new look. Or habits. "Where the hell have you been?! I stayed up until three o'clock last night waiting for you but you still didn't come home! I have-"

"Caleb," I cut him off mid-rant, "I'm gonna eat some of those delicious pancakes Cara's made and then I'm gonna shower, got it?"

"Oh no, you don't, missy. Little sluts like you don't get pancakes." His words catch me off guard and I spin on my heel.

"Excuse me?"

"You've been pardoned," he says and crosses his arms over his chest.

"I am not a slut."

"Um, yes, you fucking are."

"Take. That. Back. Now, Caleb," I hiss just as Will comes bombarding down the stairs.

"Ah, Will, tell me, what does the school gossip say about young, Miss Prior over here."

"Uhh..."

"This is stupid, I'm going to shower," I say and head upstairs to my room.

Caleb doesn't know anything... He may think that he can replace Mom and Dad but he can't, no one could ever replace them.

The door handle is jiggling as Will's voice come from the other side. "Tris," he says and the door continues to rattle, "don't listen to Caleb, he's just shocked at your sudden change of attitude. You were so different back in Chicago, why the change of heart, Tris?"

I let out a sigh and finish pining my hair up before opening the door to see Will, standing there, with a plate of pancakes in his hand. "You wouldn't understand, Will," I say.

"Try me," he says as a sympathetic smile dances across his face.

His tall frame walks through the door and he places the small plate on my vanity before flopping down on my bed.

"You see, this place, this is full of the old you," he says and messes with one of the stuffed animals that are sat on the end of my bed. "Why'd you change, Tris? There must've been some reason..."

"I didn't want to get hurt again." I shrug and rip a small piece of the pancake off and pop it in my mouth. "Being in control, it ensures my safety..."

"It gives you a bad reputation... It's only been a week Tris and everyone already thinks you've slept with that Uriah kid."

"Good, then they should keep thinking that."

"This is dangerous, Tris... All because of what Tobias did?"

"Yes... And no," I say.

"Is it really worth it?"

"I bloody well hope so."

A/N

Three updates in a row. Whoop whoop!