Moving to Chicago

Chapter 8

TRIS' POV

Hair is curled and makeup is on. I've never loved putting on makeup. Yes, it makes me feel more confident, but no, It does not make me happier. People barely saw the old Beatrice. I bet they think she is dead right now, and that I am a new girl. Even if I changed physically it doesn't mean I changed mentally.

I hop in my car and drive to Lauren's place. Her house is huge but I am not surprised. I park my car next to I guess Four's car and walk to the door. Yes, I have changed, but my timidity didn't completly go away. I decided to put my glasses on, to make it look more casual and to remind me of who I was days ago. I kind of like who I am right now, but I don't want to change everything about me, there are some things that are important to keep. I knock three times before someone opens the door.

"Welcome," Lauren says faking a smile. "Come in."

I come inside and see that they are all here. I walk to the dining table and sit beside Uriah. He looks at me weirdly. "You put your glasses on?"

"Yeah," I say shyly. Does he like it?

"I think it looks great," someone says. I look infront of me and realize that that someone is Four. I blush.

"I think it looks beautiful," Uriah says jealously. I force a smile.

Lauren changes the subject. "Time to eat! Tris, Potatoes or salad with your chicken?"

"Salad, please! Four said I had to eat healthy." I see jealousy in her eyes. I quickly look away.

After we all ate in silence, Lauren is the one who talks first. "So, what's going on with you and Four?" she asks me. I cough. "What?"
"You know, that thing you guys do with school."
I sigh. "Well I help him with his sciences and he helps me with my dauntless training."

"Yeah, you sure need his help," she says with a smirk.
Uriah escapes a little laugh while I look at her confused. I won't lie, she's way thinner than me and it's a good thing Four helps me. But that hurt though. "That was rude," Four tells her. "Yeah it sure was," Uriah says. I stand up and excuse myself. "Thank you, it was delicious but I'm gonna go," I say holding back my tears and making my way to the door.

FOUR'S POV

Tris slammed the door. I think she was crying. Maybe I should go and see if she's okay. But I am not that kind of guy. Few minutes passed and I can't support this silence anymore, I have to go outside and get fresh air.

When I step outside I am surprised to see that Tris is still here and that she's sitting on the porch steps. She put her curly hair in a bun. When I close the door she jumps and quickly stands up, not wanting to face me.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have stayed here," she says walking to her car. I hesitate for a moment but I finally say it.

"I'm sorry." She stops walking but still refuses to look at me. "I'm sorry about what Lauren said. She was just jealous."

She finally turns around so I can see her red eyes. She was crying. "Jealous of what?" She shouts. "We're not even friends!" She doesn't even give me time to respond that she's already in her car and driving away. I sigh. I feel bad for the first time in my life.

I decide to come back inside because it's starting to get cold. I open the door and make my way to the dining room.

"What the heck is going on here?" I say.

The word shocked is not large enough to express what I feel.